735. Chapter 735 An ancient mirror that can't take portraits 3
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Seeing that she finally looked at him, the mysterious look on Luo Yingjin's face deepened, "I don't know what kind of mirror it is. It is said to be dug out of an ancient tomb of the Qin Dynasty, but the price is too high."
It’s too high, and I don’t dare to sell it publicly. I haven’t found a buyer yet. You should be able to buy it, Zimei. Besides, that mirror is so strange, I believe you will be interested in it.”
"Well, if you can be an informant, I might as well go and have a look."
Yang Zimei nodded.
"Okay, then I'll contact my friend."
Luo Yingjin seemed to have found a place to use his skills, with a face full of joy.
"Okay, thank you."
At this time, Yang Zimei was constantly thinking about whether there was such a strange mirror that could only reflect objects but not people.
Unfortunately, I don't have any impression.
This made her even more curious.
She now has two strange mirrors in her hand, one is the Phoenix Weeping Blood Mirror that she got back from Song Xuan, and the other is the Soul Gathering Mirror that her uncle brought over.
However, the soul-gathering mirror can not only reflect people's reflections like ordinary mirrors, but also capture ghosts.
Luo Yingjin walked to a relatively quiet place to make a phone call. After a while, he came over again and said, "The mirror has not been sold yet. The seller has agreed to meet at the old tea pavilion on the national highway at twelve o'clock tonight. How about it?"
Yang Zimei nodded when she thought that Luo Yinghao was still taking care of Xiao Qian and her master at home.
"That's great. I called him and told him that you have to prepare cash. Because it is an illegal transaction, transfers are not accepted."
"How much is he asking for?"
"five million."
"good."
Yang Zimei just asked Song Xuan to buy several antiques last time. Because it was an illegal transaction and she paid directly in cash, she only had five million in cash. Otherwise, even if the bank is working now, she, a VIP customer, would not be able to buy it all at once.
Withdraw that much money.
It is already ten o'clock, and there is not much time left.
Yang Zimei didn't want to play anymore. After sending Xia Momin home, he went straight back to the house.
When he saw Luo Yinghao, he asked Master if he was okay. When he got the answer, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After entering the room, he checked the master's condition, took out the money, took Sadako, and drove to the old tea pavilion on the side of the national highway.
Luo Yingjin had already arrived, and there was a man sitting next to him. He was wearing a big broken hat that covered most of his face. He was thin and small. Although his clothes looked clean and tidy, they couldn't hide his habit of blowing out the lamp for a long time.
The moldy atmosphere of digging graves.
He lifted his bamboo hat slightly and looked at Yang Zimei's military license plate.
"Don't worry about this. I guarantee that she is absolutely safe."
Luo Yingjin spoke out.
The man in the bamboo hat nodded slightly, his voice slightly hoarse, "Did you bring the money?"
Yang Zi’s eyebrows signaled to Sadako.
Sadako stepped forward and opened the large black suitcase containing five million in cash, revealing brand new stacks of hundred-yuan bills.
The man's thin purple-black lips exposed under the bamboo hat slightly pursed his lips, showing that he coveted the box of money in front of him.
Sadako zipped up the suitcase and carried it in her hands again.
"Where's the goods?"
Yang Zimei noticed that the man in the bamboo hat in front of him was covered in a sinister black aura.
If you have been rolling around in that cold place where corpses are buried for a long time, you will be infected with this kind of yin energy to some extent.