Chapter 20 This Plot Is Not Right!

In a house somewhere in the west of Tianjin City.

Inhale——

Exhale——

Heavy breathing sounds were heard.

On the big bed, a man with black energy wrapped around his body was sitting cross-legged and breathing continuously.

His face was no different from that of an ordinary person, but between his eyebrows, there seemed to be a pitch-black gem inlaid.

The gem was buried deep in his eyebrows, and with his breathing, it constantly refracted the pitch-black light.

"Puff!"

Suddenly at this moment, the man's face turned pale, he suddenly opened his eyes, and spat out a large mouthful of blood in front of him.

"Damn hunter!"

There was a fierce light in his eyes, and he cursed in a low voice with an extremely dull voice.

"We must replenish energy and recover from injuries as soon as possible!"

"Both virtual beasts were killed by the hunters, and they must have taken precautions in advance and searched for my location."

"But the strength of these hunters is average."

He jumped off the bed, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly stretched out his right palm.

In his palm, a cloud of mist kept surging, and he could vaguely see the appearance of a fierce wolf spirit.

"With this wolf, it should be enough to make those hunters anxious."

"The intelligence collected by the virtual beast is almost complete, and the environment around the school has been figured out."

"Next, just wait for the time to come."

He turned his palm to collect the mist, waved his fist vigorously, and his eyes became fierce.

"Brother, this time, I will definitely prove myself to you!"

...

"Hu——"

At the entrance of the Antique Street, Xu Ye took a deep breath to calm his mood.

"My emotions were a little out of control just now..."

He touched his nose, shrugged his shoulders, and his face showed a casual expression again.

"Let's focus on the things in front of us first."

He shook his head gently, drove away distracting thoughts, and stepped into the Antique Street.

As the most famous street in the old city in the west of the city.

It was not even noon yet, and it was already crowded with people.

There are countless vendors on both sides.

Most of them are scraps of copper and iron collected from nowhere, just wanting to put them here to try to cheat the big enemies.

But among these scraps of copper and iron, there are often one or two valuable treasures.

Once this accidental event is publicized, people will rush here again.

Many people come here with the idea of ​​finding treasures from the garbage dump.

And they are often harvested by unscrupulous merchants, and even complacent, thinking that they have found treasures.

The more people want to get a small bargain, the easier it is to be cheated.

In Xu Ye's opinion, this mentality is similar to the idea of ​​people who want to get rich overnight through lottery.

He walked in the street, ignoring the shouts of vendors on both sides, but put his hands in his pockets and tapped them gently.

A few seconds later, a mist rushed up along his sleeves and finally enveloped his ears slightly.

"How is it, can you sense it?" Xu Ye asked with his lips moving in a voice that only he could hear.

Fortunately, there was a commotion around, and no one would notice his strange behavior.

"Hmm..." Hu Lao's voice came out from the mist, and it sounded very clearly in Xu Ye's ears.

"It is difficult to search for the energy contained in such ancient artifacts through energy fluctuations, and I can only sense it roughly."

"Go west first."

Hearing this, Xu Ye immediately turned around and headed west.

After passing through countless stalls, Hu Lao said with a slightly excited body: "Stop!"

"There is an ancient artifact with energy attached to it on the stall to your right!"

"Although the energy is not very sufficient, it should be able to meet your needs, my friend!"

"Oh?" Xu Ye stopped and looked to the right.

On the stall at his feet, a middle-aged man with sharp teeth and a face that looked like a profiteer was waving a fan and setting up a stall.

The stall in front of him was filled with all kinds of strange vases and antiques.

Many of the antiques were damaged, and they looked more and more valuable.

Noticing Xu Ye's stop, his eyes immediately lit up, showing a warm smile, and stood up from the chair, "Brother, do you want to see something?"

"The things here are all antiques that have been passed down for hundreds of years!"

"These are all treasures handed down from our family, and each of them has an extraordinary origin!"

Xu Ye looked at the stall owner with empty eyes, and said in a spitting voice: "You have quite a lot of treasures handed down from your family."

"Of course!" The stall owner did not notice Xu Ye's teasing at all, but picked up a few bottles and introduced them with interest.

"Look, this is a bowl from 500 years ago, and this is a 300-year-old palace jade bottle!"

"This is amazing, it is said that this is the spoon used by the empress dowager of the previous dynasty to eat!"

Xu Ye took the bowl that was said to be 500 years old from his hand, turned it back and forth, and his face suddenly became strange.

He turned the bottom of the bowl over and faced the stall owner, blinking his eyes, "This bowl bottom

"Were there microwave ovens five hundred years ago?"

"Ahem!" The stall owner showed an embarrassed look, quickly took the "five hundred years" bowl, threw it aside casually, and laughed dryly: "Maybe I was in a hurry to go out and took the wrong one!"

"Don't worry, little brother, except for that bowl, I have all the treasures here. You will never suffer a loss if you buy them!"

Xu Ye rolled his eyes and didn't believe even a word of what the stall owner said.

At this moment, Hu Lao's investigation finally came to fruition.

"The broken sword on your right is the only ancient artifact here with some energy attached to it."

"This should be your goal this time."

Xu also looked along and soon noticed the severed sword on the stall.

The hilt of the sword was primitive, and the sword body was broken, already rusty, and looked badly worn.

Judging from the appearance, even if it is an antique, it is definitely not worth a few dollars due to the degree of damage.

Xu Ye picked up the broken sword, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said, "How much is this broken sword worth?"

The vendor's eyes flashed, and he instantly sensed a business opportunity.

The next moment, he grabbed the sword directly, hugged it to his chest, and said quickly: "Oh! I can't sell this to you, this is a treasure inherited from my family!"

"I accidentally put it here. This is not for sale."

Are you here for this set?

Xu Ye sneered in his heart, but his face remained calm.

Although he wanted to buy back the broken sword, he immediately showed an indifferent look, stood up, shrugged his shoulders and walked forward.

"Well, since it's your family heirloom, I won't part with you."

The vendor was holding the broken sword, his face full of confusion.

Um? ? ?

Why is it different from the script? ? ?

This plot is not quite right! !