Suddenly, the monk raised his hand and pointed it at the man's eyebrows.

As a wisp of black energy floated out from the man's eyebrows, the man fell softly to the ground.

Everyone around was shocked by this scene.

The monk reached out and took the painting, unfolded it, and quickly drew on the painting with his fingers.

A look of surprise flashed in Song Li's eyes, and she drew talismans in the air. This monk had some skills. Sure enough, there are cultivators in this world. She had already met the second cultivator when she came to the capital.

Symbols formed invisible on the painting, and a sharp scream came from the painting, but it disappeared in an instant, and everyone watching around thought they were hallucinating.

The monk rolled up the scroll and handed it back to the man, "Anyone who commits injustice will be punished by death. The donor should stop doing this in the future."

There is a fox spirit in this painting. The man and the two boys were controlled by the fox spirit just now. Because the fox spirit was dissatisfied with the man robbing its master's tomb, the fox spirit deliberately controlled the two boys and wanted to lend their hands to the man.

A lesson.

The two guys who were chasing the man to draw shuddered at the same time and looked around with confusion on their faces. What were they doing? Why are they here?

The man did not take the painting, but shook his head in horror, "I don't want this painting anymore, give it to the master." Just now he wanted to sell the painting, but a voice suddenly appeared in his head, telling him not to sell the painting.

Controlling him to run outside, the scene just happened.

"Don't be afraid, the evil spirits in the painting have gone." The monk placed the painting in front of the man and left with the young monk.

The man's eyes fell on the painting on the ground, and he didn't dare to reach out several times to take it.

"Sell this painting to me." Song Li stepped forward. After the fox spirit in the painting was sealed, the painting revealed a trace of aura, which showed that this painting was authentic. It was not easy to find an authentic piece.

Of course she didn't want to miss it.

"Okay, one hundred yuan." When the man heard that Song Li wanted to buy a painting, he agreed without hesitation.

Song Li took out a hundred yuan, handed it to the man, and picked up the painting on the ground, "You must remember what the master just said, otherwise it will affect your descendants."

The man nodded vigorously and saw that Song Li was about to leave, "Wait a moment!"

Song Li stopped and looked at the man.

"Do you still want to paint? I have a lot of paintings at home. Don't worry, those paintings are all left by my ancestors. They are absolutely authentic." The man now felt horrified when he thought of the paintings at home and wanted to get rid of them all.

Song Li thought for a while and said, "Take me to see it."

The man's house is not far from the Antique Street, just walk two streets and enter the alley.

The man pushed open the courtyard door and took Song Li into the courtyard, "This is my home."

Song Li took a look at the courtyard. It was a small courtyard upon entering. The courtyard was filled with all kinds of debris and looked very messy.

"Taozi is back." There was a coughing sound in the room, and a skinny old man walked out with a cane.

Song Li followed the sound and saw that the old man was surrounded by black energy and was already dead. However, this was also the old man's own fault, and no one could help him.

"Who is she?" The old man's eyes fell on Song Li's face, and his eyes lit up for a moment. He hoped to see his son marry a wife before he died, so that he could die in peace.

"She's here to buy paintings."

The old man's eyes dimmed again and he slowly entered the house.

"Come with me." The man led Song Li into the utility room, which was filled with all kinds of things, including calligraphy and paintings, ceramics, golden nanmu furniture, and various bronzes.

The man pointed at the paintings piled messily in the wooden box, "Take a look at those paintings. If you like them, I'll sell them to you cheaper."

Song Li knew from the spiritual energy released from these things that they were genuine, "If I want them all, how much will it cost."

The man was stunned and said, "You want them all? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious." Song Li said seriously.

The man looked at the pile of antiques piled up in the house and estimated the price in his mind. After a moment, he said: "Two hundred thousand." He had worked hard to dig out these things from the soil. He originally wanted to smuggle them out.

, but his friend has not contacted him. His father's illness can no longer be postponed, and he must raise money for his medical treatment as soon as possible.

"Okay! I'll find a car and come over later. We'll hand over the money with one hand and the goods with the other."

"Okay." The man was very happy. With money, he could treat his father.

Song Li left Lin Tao's house and walked to a grocery store at the entrance of the alley. When he saw a phone there, he walked over and picked up the phone. He wanted to call Lu Qingyun, but when his hand touched the button, he thought of Han.

Jing Xi looked at her face and dialed his number unconsciously.

Han Jingxi's deep and cold voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

Song Li's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat. She had to say that Han Jingxi's voice was so pleasant, "It's me."

Han Jingxi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and her eyes became gentle in an instant, "Miss me." She took the initiative to call him, did it mean that she also liked him?

Song Li's face turned red for a moment, "I'm looking for you for a serious matter."

"Okay, tell me." Han Jingxi's tone contained a doting tone that he didn't realize he had.

Han Yiyuan happened to pass by the study and heard the sound of Han Jingxi. He staggered. Is the uncle possessed by evil spirits?

"Can you help me find a car? I need to transport some things home." Song Li didn't say they were antiques. After all, Lin Tao's antiques were all dug out of the soil.

"How big a car do you need?"

"A small truck is enough."

"Okay, give me your address and I will make arrangements for you."

"Thanks!"

"Thank me later when we meet next time. I like substantive thanks. For example, today's yes is good." Han Jingxi rubbed her lips with her fingers.

Song Li's face turned even redder, "I'm dead."

Listening to the beeping sound coming from the phone, Han Jingxi couldn't help laughing. She was so cute.

Han Yiyuan heard laughter and got goosebumps all over his body. Not only did his uncle laugh, but he also laughed so loudly. He must have been possessed by evil spirits. He had to tell his grandfather quickly.

Song Li was waiting for the car to arrive at the entrance of the alley. She had asked Xing Bao before, and Xing Bao said that she could anonymously donate these antiques to the museum through the system, and she could also get rewards from the system, which might be cash.

It might also be random. She would not miss such a good thing. This is why she followed Lin Tao to his house.

After a while the car came and two strong men got out of the car.

Song Li knew without guessing that it was Han Jingxi who arranged for them to come and move things for her, and there was an indescribable feeling in her heart, which was a little sweet.
Chapter completed!