Zhou Shiqi raised his head and said in a very arrogant tone: "What's the matter? Are you surprised that I can turn into a human form?"
Mr. Wang rubbed his temples and said with a complex expression: "Are you not surprised?"
"You are such a good husky, and now you can actually turn into a human form. It would scare anyone!"
As he spoke, Mr. Wang squatted down and looked at Zhou Shiqi with a smile on his face: "Wang Dazhuang, you really gave me a big surprise."
"You actually did something that even that old turtle in Shanghai couldn't do."
Zhou Shiqi curled his lips: "Old Wangtou, your news is already out of date."
"Our Grandpa Turtle turned into a human form before me!"
Mr. Wang looked suffocated: "You mean that old turtle... can also turn into a human form?"
Zhou Shiqi nodded and informed Mr. Wang about the Transformation Pill.
After a long while, Mr. Wang sighed and said: "I never thought that there is such a magical elixir in this world as the Transformation Pill?"
"The ancient Qi Refiners were really amazing, they were able to refine such miraculous elixirs."
After saying that, Mr. Wang looked at the naked Zhou Shiqi and shook his head helplessly. This little guy wasn't going to just go to a store with his butt naked, was he?
After pondering for a moment, Mr. Wang chuckled and said, "Wang Dazhuang, I'd better take you to buy two sets of clothes that suit you."
"There is a big difference between being a human being and being a dog."
Zhou Shiqi pretended to be reluctant to nod, but in fact he was shouting in his heart that Lao Li was not an exhibitionist. If it wasn't to match his own dog image, who would be happy to have his little penis running around without clothes?
It’s really cool!
When Mr. Wang took Zhou Shiqi, who had become Erha again, to a roadside stall, he spent 100 yuan on two short-sleeved shirts and two pairs of shorts.
Another half hour passed when Zhou Shiqi secretly changed into the cheap new clothes.
Two figures, an old man and a young man, stopped a taxi and prepared to take the car to the antique market.
In the taxi, Zhou Shiqi secretly glanced at Mr. Wang and secretly scolded the old guy for being stingy and actually bought himself two clothes from street stalls.
Zhou Shiqi was actually extremely crazy inside. This old Wangtou was clearly bullying him because he was a dog and didn't understand brand-name clothes.
But he definitely didn't expect that his soul was actually possessed by this Erha, and his predecessor was an out-and-out human being.
However, now, for the sake of his dog character, Zhou Shiqi had to pretend to be innocent and show half curiosity and half confusion about human things.
Try not to let your dog facade collapse!
Not long after, the antique market arrived.
The old man and the young man got out of the car and walked through many stalls selling strange and strange things. They passed through two alleys without stopping and came to an antique store.
There is also a wooden plaque hanging at the door of the store.
The three characters "Zhenbaozhai" were written in the letter.
Mr. Wang opened the door and led Zhou Shiqi into the store.
The waiter who was dozing on the counter heard the noise and hurriedly raised his head while wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his hand.
The waiter took a closer look and grinned: "Old man, what brought you here again? Didn't you just come here this morning?"
Mr. Wang glanced around the store and said in a deep voice: "Where is your boss?"
The waiter frowned slightly and said, "The boss just went out to restock the goods and won't be back until later."
"Old man, if you have any questions, you can tell me. The boss is not here, so I can make the decision with full authority."
Mr. Wang, who originally looked a little ugly because of his boss's absence, heard the waiter say this. He couldn't help but look at him and raised his eyebrows: "Can you really make the decision?"
The waiter chuckled: "The boss is my dad!"
"Do you think I can make the decision?"
Nodding, Mr. Wang took out the exquisite wooden box containing the tiger head jade pendant from his trouser pocket, placed it on the counter and pushed it in front of the waiter.
Mr. Wang frowned and said, "I don't want this tiger head jade pendant anymore. Please give me a refund."
Without looking at the wooden box in front of him, the clerk said solemnly: "Old man, you can be considered a regular customer here. You should know the rules of our store."
“The money is paid and there are no refunds or exchanges!”
"This is not only a rule in our store, but also a rule in the entire antique industry."
With that said, the waiter pushed the wooden box in front of Mr. Wang: "Old man, don't you make it difficult for me to make it?"
Mr. Wang's expression changed again and again. He naturally knew that there was a rule in this antique business that "the money is fully paid and no returns or exchanges are allowed."
This antique trading is a gamble that tests your vision. If you make a mistake, you will only suffer a dumb loss.
Mr. Wang just wanted to give it a try. After all, fifty thousand yuan is not a small sum.
On the other side, after Zhou Shiqi entered the Zhenbaozhai, he used titanium alloy dog eyes to observe the inside and outside of the store.
Suddenly, Zhou Shiqi was shocked, and his eyes were fixed on a somewhat worn-out scimitar on the shelf not far away.
This is a short-handled scimitar with a scabbard, only about a foot long.
Under the insight of Zhou Shiqi's titanium alloy dog eyes, even though the scimitar was separated from the scabbard, there was a terrifying murderous aura emanating from it.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood seemed to appear in front of Zhou Shiqi's eyes, with countless human skulls rolling on the ground.
After a long while, Zhou Shiqi gritted his teeth and recovered from the bloody hallucination.
Looking at the scimitar in surprise, Zhou Shiqi gently pulled the corner of Mr. Wang's clothes and motioned for him to squat down.
Biting his ears, he told Mr. Wang everything he had discovered, especially the abnormality of the scimitar. It was so murderous and the knife was so fierce. If the store did not sell the knife for a day, the people in the store would
All will be affected by that scimitar.
You are suffering from it without even realizing it!
After learning this information, Mr. Wang suddenly rolled his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the waiter, and sighed with pity.
The guy is a little confused. Is there something wrong with this old man?
Shaking his head, the clerk said in a slightly cold tone: "Old man, if there is nothing else, please do as you please!"
Mr. Wang took back the wooden box on the counter, glanced at the waiter one last time, turned around and said lightly: "It's a pity, it's a pity..."
The waiter frowned slightly: "Old man, if you have something to say, just say it and stop playing riddles."
Mr. Wang raised the corner of his mouth, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then quickly disappeared.
Staring straight at the waiter's face, Mr. Wang said with a serious expression: "Have you been suffering from insomnia and dreaminess at night lately?"
"And they're all nightmares with bloody scenes?"
Hearing this, the man's complexion changed drastically, his pupils shrank sharply, and his whole person seemed to be shaky.