The man suffering from this strange disease is called Cheng Dafa. As soon as he hears this name, he knows his origin. Indeed, this is an entrepreneur with a farmer background, who has made a big fortune in just ten years.
Industry.
As the saying goes, getting rich will lead to good status. Although Cheng Dafa's name is not like other people's, he changed his rustic name as soon as he got rich. But he also played with antiques, calligraphy and painting, etc., which can be regarded as decorating his appearance?
When Ding Li saw Cheng Dafa's cabinet full of books, the new ones seemed to have been bought from a bookstore and had never been touched. There were also a row of real or fake antiques placed on the shelves, Ding Li
Lidu almost laughed.
He remembered the story that Wan Zizi had told about the upstart in a small county town who got into trouble while playing with antiques, and he immediately paid attention to see if there was anything wrong with the antiques at hand! Speaking of antiques, Ding Li thought of his gold
He rubbed the pattern on the staff, took dozens of photos from various angles, and asked Wang Yajun to take it to the United States for identification.
Firstly, Ding Li didn't want the police from the mainland to find him. Secondly, he really couldn't find anyone in the country who could give him an appraisal.
Cheng Dafa was sitting in a wheelchair, and he didn't notice that Ding Li, who was holding a pen and washer, was distracted. There was a tumor the size of an egg growing on his leg. He had all the facial features and looked more human than in the photo. It was simply
It's like a baby's face has grown into Cheng Dafa's thigh!
As if aware that Ding Li was looking at it again, the grimacing tumor actually laughed, eerie and indescribably weird that made people get goosebumps.
"Hiss...", Ding Li took a breath of cold air through his teeth. What the hell is this? Although he had been mentally prepared, he was still shocked.
No matter what this thing is, let's try it first. Ding Li took out a ghost needle and treated the ghost face tumor as a punch. Ding Li has learned all the thirteen needles of the ghost gate now. As long as it is a punch, he can treat it.
Even ghosts and monsters cannot escape.
A strange thing happened. Before Ding Li's needle penetrated, the grimacing tumor suddenly showed a frightened expression and let out a weird cry that was inaudible to human ears. Caught off guard, Ding Li took several steps back and almost fell.
He sat on the floor with his buttocks. It took him a long time to recover. The sound was similar to high-frequency sound waves. Although the human ear could not hear it, it still caused the balance organ in the ear to be temporarily out of balance. Ding Li hit his head.
When he recovered, the grimace tumor on Cheng Dafa's leg had disappeared. Cheng Dafa had already fainted from the strange scream just now.
"Damn it, it's evil!" Ding Li was confused by some monks. What is going on? After trying it, Cheng Da found that his breathing and pulse were now normal, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with him! This situation was too weird.
When Cheng Dafa woke up and realized that he was already well, he immediately thanked Ding Li profusely. This made Ding Li feel a little guilty. To be honest, he still hasn't figured out why Cheng Dafa is so good.
"Master Ding, can you help me check the house from top to bottom to avoid any further trouble?"
Ding Li nodded. Needless to say, Ding Li also wanted it. This grimace tumor seemed to be similar to the head-lowering witchcraft spread in Southeast Asia.
A little bit of certainty.
A few hours later, Cheng Dafa asked cautiously: "Master Ding, do you see anything wrong?"
Now Cheng Dafa has great admiration for a master like Ding Li. He is originally from the countryside and has always believed in these crooked things. So he also asked a few people to look at it, and some said it was a feng shui problem in his home.
, and others said that his house was haunted, but none of them could solve the problem...
Although the Master Ding in front of me is a little younger, he is really capable. He cured the tumor on his leg after just a few glances. So naturally he admires Ding Li very much.
"No," Ding Li looked at the things in front of him and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with them. For a while, there was really no problem. The house, this new high-end community has such a good feng shui environment that even Ding Li drooled when he looked at it. Inside the house
They are also clean. Not to mention any evil spirits, not even a trace of yin energy can be felt. There is no problem with these antiques, so that is strange. What is the problem?
"I also have a collection room down there, is there something wrong there?" Cheng Dafa was much more nervous than Ding Li. Although the tumor on his body would not kill him, to be precise, it would not be a problem if it appeared on his body.
A tumor that can make various expressions grows on my thigh. I see that tumor grinning at me every day. Think about how it feels. But I will wake up even in nightmares!
"There is also a collection room? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ding Li did not blame himself for his negligence, but instead blamed Qi Cheng Dafa.
Cheng Dafa immediately wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Yes, yes. I didn't know what most of you were looking for just now, so I didn't forget to say it!"
The so-called collection room is actually a converted basement, but look at the thickness of the door, which is comparable to the door in a bank vault. I wonder what the rich man has collected? Don’t wait until then.
It would be fun to have a room full of fakes!
Ding Li thought with some schadenfreude, even though Cheng Dafa was very respectful to Ding Li and even wrote him a check worth one million. As expected, Wang Yajun agreed to what Wang Yajun said.
After doing this, I can almost retire. Of course, I can also fulfill my wish and travel around the world. Go to Tibet to see the snow-capped mountains, go to Egypt to see the pyramids, and go to America to see the lost Mayans.
Civilization, by the way, ask those Mayan ghosts, when will the end of the world happen? Why do the times always get wrong?
Even to an outsider like Ding Li, this collection room looks very professional. The lights inside are the kind of lamps that are specially used for museums. There is also a specially controlled air conditioner to adjust the temperature.
Ding Li was a little dumbfounded. This ticket game was too professional. The furnishings inside were quite dazzling, including paintings, calligraphy, porcelain and the like. Although I didn’t know whether it was true or not, I could definitely open a private museum!
"It's over, my treasure, my bronze-patterned beast?" Cheng Dafa suddenly let out a strange cry, covering his heart and pointing forward, speechless.
In the most conspicuous place of the collection room, there is a small ghost face mask hanging.