"It's kind of magical." The shopkeeper's eyes were very sharp, and he could tell that this hand bone was extraordinary. It was definitely not something that could be described as miraculous, but in his line of work, even peaches from the heavens would be degraded to rotten fruits on the ground. If he could cheat, he would cheat. If he could bluff, he would bluff. Only by buying low and selling high could he make money.
If it were not for the fact that the other party claimed that it was a treasure of his clan and spoke with some confidence, and the Wan Bao Pavilion was not the only shop that could pawn similar items, the shopkeeper wouldn't even say "kind of magical".
The weak scholar's eyes widened and his voice became louder, "It's more than kind of magical! This hand bone was obtained by my ancestor from an Immortal's Decoy Tomb. It has the power of a Precious Weapon without being refined. Anyone who touches it will die immediately after it is activated. It can also expel evil spirits and resist curses! "
"He has a certain judgment about the value of the hand bone …" The shopkeeper thought to himself. He looked at the scholar up and down and said thoughtfully, "How much do you want to pawn?"
The weak scholar gritted his teeth and said, "At least five Precious Weapons of Lower Grade!"
"Five Precious Weapons of Lower Grade?" The shopkeeper pretended to be surprised, "Are you crazy? You want to pawn five Precious Weapons of Lower Grade!"
Shocked by the shopkeeper's momentum and reaction, the weak scholar slightly stepped back and showed some weakness, "Shopkeeper, how much do you think I can pawn?"
The shopkeeper took the black hand bone with a glimmer of white light and turned it back and forth to examine it. In the end, he said with sincerity, "It is the main material for refining Precious Weapons. Only a scholar like you who has never seen the world would treat it as a treasure. No matter how reluctant I am, I can't let my boss suffer a loss. At most, five Refined Weapons of Highest Grade can be exchanged for money, houses, and fields. That's enough for you to become a rich man!"
The weak scholar's face suddenly turned red. He raised his right hand and pointed at the shopkeeper, trembling, "You, you've gone too far!"
He grabbed the black hand bone and turned to leave. The shopkeeper shouted a few times behind him, but it didn't work. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and called a shop assistant over. He lowered his voice and said, "Go and invite two Foreign Officials. Let them do this and this …"
The Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion was a pretty good treasure and weapon shop in the Jianghu. It had branches in many states and counties, and its goods were complicated and varied. It was rumored that it had a close relationship with the Iron-clothed Pavilion. Every branch had a guest guard.
On the main street, the frail scholar held the pitch-black hand bone with an indignant expression on his face. He walked through the crowd, trying to go to another shop.
Suddenly, he was bumped by someone and almost fell down. Just as he was about to curse, that person drilled into the crowd, slippery like a loach, and quickly disappeared.
"You're rushing to reincarnate!" the weak scholar cursed. He rubbed his arm that was hurting from the collision and continued to move forward.
After a while, when he arrived at Tranquil Brocade Restaurant and reached out to touch his waist, he suddenly froze. His face turned green and pale, and he immediately let out a shrill and angry shout.
"Thief!"
He cried and hurried back to look for the thief, but there was no trace of the thief.
Not far out, another guest elder watched on coldly, nodding his head slightly. There was nothing wrong with this person.
In the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, the shopkeeper played with the pitch-black hand bone. He only felt cold in his hand, without the slightest warmth of the mortal world. It made him feel like falling into an ice cave, an ice cave without any vitality.
"Good treasure." Holding the pitch-black hand bone, he went up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on the door of a room.
This was a master appraiser sent by the headquarters. His eyes were far better than the shopkeeper's, so he could accurately judge the value of this pitch-black hand bone.
"Come in." An old voice came from the inside.
The shopkeeper opened the wooden door and stepped in carefully. He respectfully said, "Mr. Dong, I've received a treasure, but I'm not sure about it. Please have a look."
Mr. Dong was an old man with a face like orange peel. His white hair was sparse, and he was almost bald. He looked up at the pitch-black hand bone in the shopkeeper's hand and was slightly surprised. He took the initiative to pick it up and check it repeatedly.
After a long time, his face turned red, "I'm afraid this is the Dharmakaya's Remains who practiced the Evil Ghost Acheron. It contains the horror of life and death. It's enough to be used as a supplementary material to refine heavenly weapons or the main material of Exquisite Precious Weapons. The effect must be special, and ordinary people can't resist it!"
"The Dharmakaya's Remains?" The shopkeeper squinted his eyes and was inexplicably surprised. The hand bone was much more valuable than he thought!
He thought for a while and took the initiative to report that he sent someone to steal it instead of buying it, so that no one would support him if he caused trouble in the future.
Mr. Dong snorted and was not surprised at all, "An innocent man will get into trouble because of his wealth. You've done a good job. The boss will definitely reward you!"
"Our Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion happens to have an auction in a few days. This hand bone can be used as one of the auction items."
Not long after, this hand bone was secretly sent to the General Pavilion near the state capital. It was finally confirmed by the Peerless Master Appraiser that it was indeed the Dharmakaya's Remains!
Then, the appearance and general situation of each auction item were sent to the hands of the masters from all walks of life whom they intended to invite.
…
In a dark hall with rolling black mist, the surrounding walls were engraved with strangely shaped demons and gods. There were those with six arms and black armor, those with one eye and no mouth, those with tentacles made of flesh, and those covered with scales. At first glance, it would make one's hair stand on end and feel the deepest and heaviest malice.
At the head of the hall, the black mist condensed and converged into a lotus seat.
It was like a starless night sky with a kind of peaceful and quiet darkness. The lotus petals were vivid as if they were carved from black gemstones and contained infinite vitality. A person sat on it with his back facing the hall door. He was wearing a dark robe and a wooden hairpin in his hair. He looked ethereal and lofty.
"Master, there's a message." A tall man stepped into the hall door, but the edges of his face were blurred and his hair was constantly scattering.
"What message?" The lotus seat rotated and the person sitting cross-legged appeared. He had an elegant temperament and a pair of slightly weathered eyes. His facial features were handsome and he had a demonic charm. It was the Evil Master Han Guang!
But compared to the past, he was more solemn. He was like an old monk, clear inside and out, chanting sutras with a golden swastika looming between his eyebrows!
The blurred figure of the Heavenly Devil said, "Master, the Treasure Pavilion invited me to participate in the auction and sent me the details. One of the items is very similar to the bone you got from the Life-changing Sect."
As he spoke, he took out a translucent stone and displayed the image. The hand bone was dark and slightly white. The two merged together to form the cycle of life and death.
Han Guang smiled slightly, "Another Bone of Acheron."
The Bone of Acheron? The Heavenly Devil was slightly stunned. It turned out to be the remains of the legendary Evil God Acheron. Then its value could not be described by the auxiliary materials of heavenly weapons or main materials!
The master could actually recognize its true origin!
Han Guang put his hands on his knees and said lightly, "The remains of Acheron should have fallen into the hands of the Life-changing Sect. Even if there are some missing, there are not many. This hand bone is probably deliberately leaked by the Life-changing Sect to attract people who know it."
He paused and said as if he was talking to himself, "Could it be that the Nether Emperor has seen through life and death and stepped into Dharmakaya? With the help of the sect, he has the confidence to defeat me?"
There were several bones of Acheron in his hands.
The reporting Heavenly Devil did not speak, knowing that the master was thinking about the problem.
After a while, Han Guang's face was calm like an ancient well, "Find out the origin of this hand bone. Let's wait and see."
…
Somewhere in a secret place, there were mountains of white bones and ancient tombs. There were no traces of flying birds. The sky was extremely low, as if it was just three feet above one's head.
The ancient or gloomy tombs seemed to be messy and disorderly, but if one looked down, he would find that they were hidden secrets. The deeper one went, the stronger the sense of death was, and the more Yin Qi was. Gradually, no plants grew. But at the core, there was Yang at the extreme of Yin. The weeds around the tombs were almost half a person's height!
Inside the ancient tomb, it was gloomy and silent. There was a huge coffin, dark and heavy, more than two feet long, engraved with the patterns of the Nether World. There was a mottled green lamp at the end and the end of the coffin. The lamp seemed to be suppressing or relieving something. The stone wall behind the coffin looked gloomy under the light.
At this time, a man surrounded by blood mist came in from outside. He walked a little fast and said directly, "Master, there is a bone of Acheron!"
"Bone of Acheron? Han Guang is so greedy that he wants to lure me and take the whole remains? "A low and majestic voice came from the coffin, and there seemed to be water flowing through the void.
The only surviving guru of the Life-changing Sect released the scene he got and whispered, "Master, I always feel that this hand bone is different from the others."
The cold water spread out and covered the image of the dark hand bone. After a long time, the Nether Emperor said in a low voice, "There is indeed some difference."
Although the other hand bone had been taken away by Han Guang, it had been in the hands of Life-changing Sect for many years, so he knew all the details. Especially Acheron, as an evil god, had slightly different authorities, so it was not difficult to distinguish.
"Is it the one that we have never found?" The guru guessed.
According to the records of the patriarch, when the skeleton of Acheron was found, there was a hand bone without any power, as if it was fake. He tried many times but failed to find anything magical. So he suspected that someone found the skeleton in advance, but for some reason, only took away one hand bone and replaced it with a similar one without power.
The Nether Emperor said slowly, "It suddenly appeared, maybe it is a trick."
"Do we turn a blind eye?" The guru's expression was stiff like a mummy, and he could not even frown.
The Nether Emperor's voice was hoarse, "No, if it is true, we must take it at all costs."
If the hand bone was really taken away, there must be something different from the other bones. Maybe it hid the biggest secret of Acheron, the secret that could make him advance by leaps and bounds!
"At all costs …" The guru repeated these four words.
The Nether Emperor's voice was a little cold, "Our Life-changing Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. Although there have been several disasters, we can always come back from the dead. How can we not have some foundation? It can even be said that our foundation is stronger than Shaolin! "
"If the hand bone is real, it is nothing to lose some foundation!"
As soon as the voice died away, the cold wind blew, and the stone wall behind the huge coffin made a creaking sound. The restrictive spell was released, and the wall retreated to both sides.
The monstrous Corpse Qi came to the guru's face, and he could not help but tremble, as if there was a flying Yaksha, drought demon, and zombie ancestor standing in front of him.
He forced himself to look over and saw a secret hall behind the stone wall. There were five coffins inside, all of them ancient bronze coffins that were carved with strange inscription patterns. They didn't seem to be for protection, but for suppression. There were also three green lamps placed on each coffin. The green flames flickered and firmly pressed down on the lid.
Even so, the horrible Corpse Qi and death intent seemed to be real!
The three ancient bronze coffins in the center had no memorial tablet, and were inexplicably deep. The coffins on both sides had their own tombstones, with the words "King of Corpse" and "Lord of Hell" respectively.
The guru suddenly realized that these were the bodies of the two Dharmakaya grandmasters of the Life-changing Sect recently!
The bodies of the previous Dharmakaya grandmasters had been destroyed because of several disasters of the sect.
"When it comes to manipulating corpses, who can compete with us in this big world? The Cao family has the Earth Immortal's metamorphosis! " The Nether Emperor said, "Even they have the Earth Immortal's metamorphosis, not to mention us who have been looking for corpses for a long time."
"You find a subordinate, and let him take the 'King of Corpse' grandmaster to get the hand bone of Acheron!"
This was a test, and it could be abandoned!
"Yes, Master." The man bowed and said.
Before he finished his words, he heard a creaking sound, and saw the three green lamps suddenly went out, and the bronze coffin slowly opened with a heavy sound.
Suddenly, a palm stretched out from it, full of flesh and blood like a living person, but a layer of inch-long red hair quickly grew out!
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