Yang Zimei used his heavenly eyes to observe the cause of the fire.
It wasn't a circuit fire, nor was it caused by thunder, but it looked like someone deliberately set the fire, because at the moment of the fire, she seemed to see a black figure rushing out.
As for who it was, she couldn't see clearly.
Her clairvoyance can vaguely see some fragments.
She hurriedly counted with her fingers, and sure enough, it was a sign that someone deliberately set the fire!
Min Yulin saw her and stood up with trembling legs. He walked towards Yang Zimei extremely tired and weak, and said with a regretful expression: "Xiao Mei, it's all my fault that I didn't listen to your advice and didn't pay attention to Feng Shui to prevent fire. Today...
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"Grandpa Min, are the antiques inside you destroyed?" Yang Zimei asked with concern, looking at Min Yulin's face that had suddenly aged by more than ten years.
"Most of it was destroyed."
After Min Yulin finished speaking, tears flowed down his face.
He took Yang Zimei to the room where the antiques were moved.
I saw that many of the antiques that had been well preserved by Min Yulin were charred. Even his most beloved tripod from the Shang Dynasty was completely black. It was really horrible to look at.
Min Yulin looked at it, his heart bleeding again.
"Little girl, I can recover at this level." Xue Hu in his arms said to Yang Zimei.
"Really?" Yang Zimei was surprised.
"Well, I still have this kind of magic power. Just send him away and say you can help him recover." Xue Hu said.
Yang Zimei said to Min Yulin: "Grandpa Min, I can help you use magic to restore it to its original state, but you have to go outside to avoid it."
When Min Yulin heard this, he looked at her dubiously, "Seriously?"
Yang Zimei nodded, "Just trust me."
"Xiao Mei, what do you want in return?" Min Yulin, who is used to trading thinking, asked.
"Little girl, you want that clock." Xue Hu pointed to the clock next to him, which was about the size of a fist and had been burnt black. It was hard to tell what age it was made of.
"oh?"
Yang Zimei didn't understand why Xuehu wanted that clock for himself, but since it said so, there must be a reason.
Yang Zimei pointed to the clock and said to Min Yulin calmly: "When the matter is completed, you can give me the clock as reward."
"this?"
Min Yulin picked up the clock and said, "This thing is not valuable. It was picked up by Xiao Gangzi from the antique market. It is not an antique."
"It's okay, I just like it." Yang Zimei said calmly.
Min Yulin thought that she didn't really want the reward, but just pointed at random things to avoid embarrassment.
Therefore, he looked at her gratefully and said, "Okay!"
"Then please ask Grandpa Min to go out and close the door."
Min Yulin walked out and closed the door.
However, he didn't quite believe it. How could something that was burnt be restored with some magic? It wasn't like catching gods and ghosts.
Xuehu jumped down from Yang Zimei's arms and transformed into a human form. With a wave of his long sleeves, the entire room was surrounded by a barrier. Even if there were piercing eyes outside, he could not see what was going on inside.
Seeing Xue Hu again in his spotless white clothes and flowing elegant costumes really made my eyes light up.
Xue Hu smiled at her, feeling that the entire slightly dark room became brighter, like thousands of peach blossoms in bloom.
This monster!
Yang Zimei muttered in his heart.
Xue Hu formed a seal with his fingers, and a pale white light shot out from his fingers, sweeping towards the burnt antiques.
Sure enough, those antiques quickly returned to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, and were even brighter than before.