Chapter 31: The Basement

Kurolo explained Luo's value, but the elder's response was very flat, with only a short sentence of "I know".

Then, the elder stretched out a slightly skinny hand towards Luo.

There was no need for Kuroro to remind, Luo walked over calmly, put the hand of ominous omen on the elder's hand, and then stepped back three steps, keeping a distance of more than one meter from the elder.

One meter two, this is a safe distance between people, it will neither appear obtrusive nor make strangers unhappy, and Luo chose no more than two meters, but also more than one meter two.

This distance is the distance that Luo can directly attack the elders. If the situation is not right, he will attack the elders without hesitation.

As long as the elder's heart is peeled off with the power of the 'hand of God', and then used as a threat, it is the condition for escape.

After the elder took the hand of the ominous omen, he didn't take a closer look at it for the first time, but looked at Luo, and said hoarsely: "You are very similar to Kuroro."

Luo Wenyan shook his head, smiled and said, "It's obvious that I'm much more handsome than him, how do I look like him?"

Kuroro glanced at him without saying a word.

There was a little commotion in the crowd, but seeing the elder raised his hand, the commotion calmed down instantly, but the atmosphere was obviously different.

The smile on Luo's face didn't stagnate a bit because of this. At the moment of commotion, there were more than a dozen cold eyes looking over, like a spotlight. I'm really honored.

This kind of nerve-wracking change would irritate anyone whose psychological quality is not up to standard, but Luo remained as calm as a virgin.

"I don't mean appearance." The elder stared at Luo and corrected Luo's mistake.

"If it's not about looks, what is the similarity between me and Kuroro?" Luo shrugged, thinking that the elder was so serious.

The elder said coldly: "The two of you are very similar in terms of being calm and calm in a dangerous situation, especially when you are similar in age."

"So that's how it is." Luo pretended to be suddenly enlightened, meaning it was very dangerous now?

The elder probably didn't care what Luo was thinking at all. After he finished speaking, he looked at it with the hand of the omen.

The eyes under the shadow of the cloak glowed with interest, and the dehydrated hand kept rubbing against the Hand of Omen, and the gentle movements seemed to be caressing a young beauty.

After a while, the elder lowered his head and asked, "What is this?"

Luo calmly replied: "This wooden hand is called the Hand of Omen, and it is an object of faith that the Lilit tribe needs to use in certain rituals."

"The Lilit tribe? I have heard of it, and I know that this extinct tribe has a thing of faith, but I don't know what it is. It turns out to be this wooden hand." The elder's lifeless tone was tinged with vitality, as if it was coming. Interested.

Luo didn't rush to explain, but waited for the elder to continue asking questions.

There is a difference between active interpretation and passive interpretation, and this distinction is very important at this moment.

After Kuroro explained Luo's value, he seemed to have erased his sense of existence, and stood quietly on the side. If Luo took a wrong step, he would have nothing to do with him, and quietly watched Luo go to perdition.

However, from the current point of view, although Luo has not completely entered the safe zone, it is not far behind, as long as Luo stops being so casual.

"Why did the Lilit tribe carve so many eyes on wooden hands?" After a while, the elder asked again.

Luo continued to explain: "This represents [gazing]. The people of the Lilit tribe believe that the God of Omen receives their will through their eyes."

"Interesting, what is the so-called ceremony?" The elder slowly raised his head and looked at Luo.

His indifferent gaze seemed to be looking at a dead object instead of a life.

This is what Luo felt from the eyes of the elder.

"It's a curse." Luo replied with the same expression on his face, "The people of the Lilit tribe crushed their fingers and poured them on the hand of the omen,

Pray to the god of bad omens to bring disasters to the haters. "

The elder was silent for a moment, then took a quick look at Kuroro, and said coldly: "I like this thing very much, so I kept it, but it broke three fingers, which I am very dissatisfied with, so I give it to you." You have a chance."

Kuroro brought Luo to him, and brought a good antiquity. He could have let it go, but the hand of omen broke three fingers, and its value was greatly damaged, so that he didn't want to let Luo go so easily.

Cook's death itself is nothing to him, he can just find someone to replace him and he can confess to the gangsters, and he still has to take care of Kuli's feelings.

However, a broken ancient relic alone is not enough.

The smile on Luo's face slowly faded away. Perhaps there is one thing that he is really similar to Kuroro, that is, he doesn't like to be controlled by others, but the situation is stronger than others now.

Temporarily bear with it for a period of time, and only after the ability of thinking is refined, will there be the capital to act recklessly.

"What chance?" Luo looked at the elder.

The elder stood up slowly with his crutches, his legs were still working well, so the value of the crutches was mostly for decoration.

"Follow me."

After the elder stood up, he didn't say what the opportunity was, and walked directly to the bottom of the stairs with the Hand of Omen.

Kuli and another man, who were standing beside the elder before, glanced at Luo coldly, then followed behind the elder.

Luo directly ignored the cold gaze, and while following behind the three of them, he was always thinking about the next step in his heart.

He had to keep an eye on the elders all the time, and he had to always look for an opportunity to act immediately. This was the backhand.

The elder walked to the bottom of the stairs and pressed a square stone brick on the wall. With a click, the stone brick sank inward, and there was a rumbling sound from the ground, accompanied by the sharp sound of gears turning.

"The basement, it seems that I'm going to take me to see the collection, which is similar to what Kurollo thought, but if I can't perform well, I won't be able to come up in a while."

Luo Momo thought, instead of being worried, he was happy. With the help of white smoke fonts, it is not an exaggeration to say that his appreciation level is a master level. The question that should be considered should be how to absorb the ideas on the antiques in front of the three of them. .

After all, the three of them are all capable of mindfulness. Although they usually don't deliberately condense their energy on their eyes, if they are seen while absorbing mindfulness, it will be troublesome.

Of course, the premise is that this guy's collection is of high quality.

Luo followed the three elders into the descending stairs, while Kuroro stood still and watched them go down without following them.

After the door on the ground was closed again, the corner of Kuroro's mouth twitched. He roughly understood the elder's consideration criteria. If Luo's appreciation level was high enough, he could easily survive.

After all... the elders not only value collectibles, but also talents who can appreciate ancient objects, but even if Luo can survive this time, there will be a lot of trouble waiting for him in the future.

Of course, Kuroro could foresee these troubles, but he would not take the initiative to tell Luo. Moreover, he didn't know whether Luo's appreciation level was true.

"Whether you can come out, I am looking forward to it."

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The stairs leading to the basement are not short, and they are spiral.

Luo specially counted it, there are seventy-two steps.

After walking to the end, the elder's subordinates turned on the light, which was so bright that the basement was fully illuminated.

This strong light should be to be able to see the collection more clearly, and also to see the elder's love for the collection.

Luo stood at the back, not daring to act rashly and focus his energy on his eyes, after all, all three elders could read.

He only observed the situation in the basement with his naked eyes, and after seeing it clearly, his heart gradually became turbulent.

In the corner lay a pitch-black giant dog, staring at him quietly with a pair of cold animal eyes, and besides the giant dog, human bones were piled up into a hill.

Luo's heart trembled, he silently withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the collection.

"Six collectibles, two with thoughts."

Even without focusing the qi on the eyes, the treasure-hunting instrument-like feeling of finding the Ominous Hand in the landfill reappeared, like a guiding light, directly pointing to the target.

Luo smiled cryptically, and directly ignored the slightly weird giant black dog.