The red cloth was gently pulled apart by the auctioneer.
A black bottle appeared in front of everyone, with a long and thin neck and a short and round body. It looked very ordinary, but it felt strange, as if there was some power surging inside.
Su Hen's feeling became even stronger.
This intensity comes from the stone in the schoolbag.
Because it was a bit far away, she couldn't see clearly some of the patterns on the bottle.
"This bottle comes from a collector in Europe. Unfortunately, this collector has passed away."
The host's expression became a little heavy, "Before this collector, everyone who collected this bottle basically died within three years. I don't know if it was a coincidence or because this bottle has special magic power. Therefore, this
The bottle is called the kiss of death by European collecting circles..."
Hearing him say this, everyone was in an uproar.
People who were originally interested in the bottle and wanted to take pictures of it also gave up.
Everyone would rather believe in the existence of this kind of legend than believe in its non-existence.
They are all rich and powerful people, and now they are enjoying great success. It is impossible for them to be willing to make fun of their own lives.
"Because of this legend, the auction starting price for this object is not high, only one thousand."
The host announced the starting price of the auction, which caused an uproar among everyone.
It seems that no one is willing to take it, which is why it only charges a small amount of money in a formal way.
Human psychology is often very strange.
The higher the price of an item, the more people will flock to it.
If the price becomes low, people will treat it like cabbage.
"A thousand dollars? I don't dare to ask for such a horrible thing, even if it's just a dime, lest I risk death."
Someone started talking.
Everyone else basically has this mentality.
"One thousand yuan, I want it!"
Su Hen raised his sign and said loudly.
As soon as she spoke out, the people who were making a fuss about the discussion all gathered around her, realizing that she was the lucky person who had just been recognized as his granddaughter by Ye Feiyue and had an antique hairpin worth 18 million yuan.
, so there are different opinions.
"Xiao Hen, the legend of this bottle is not unfounded. I have seen it in several auctions in Europe, and the auction price is also extremely low, but no one is willing to auction it. You want it, but you have to think carefully.
ah."
Ye Feiyue reminded me worriedly.
"I know, but I think it is destined to me."
Su Hen smiled.
There happened to be one thousand yuan left in her schoolbag. It was Su Ke's pocket money that she gave her after learning that her more than one hundred thousand yuan had suddenly disappeared and was paid to others.
She wished so much that she could use the thousand yuan to buy the bottle, so she secretly expected that no one would bid against her.
If the price was any higher, she would have to borrow money.
As a result, she thought too much.
There was no one who wanted to invite the God of Death home, she was the only one who made a bid.
"One thousand yuan, first time!"
The host's voice actually became a little excited.
This Kiss of Death bottle has been auctioned in hundreds of rounds around the world. In Europe, even the lowest starting price of ten euros was offered, but no one was willing to take it back.
Now, someone finally wants it.
He would be happy to be able to take something that was full of curses and that no one wanted out of his hands, no matter how low the price was.
