The drunkard was caught off guard. Before he could jump out, he fell to the ground again. After getting up, he roared angrily and pounced on the driver who was calling the police.
"F * ck, I'm going to kill you." He punched the driver.
"Motherf * cker, you dog." Monkey kicked the drunkard again.
However, the drunkard was strong. After leaning back slightly, he managed to grab Monkey's foot.
Monkey was shocked. He wanted to retract his foot, but it was too late. The drunkard pulled him hard and he fell to the ground.
"I'm going to kill you." The drunkard roared angrily and pounced on him.
Yang Xuan looked at the people in the bus. They seemed to be ignoring the situation. Their faces were cold.
"Heh, human nature!" Yang Xuan smiled faintly. Then, he flicked his finger. An undetectable wisp of black gas shot toward the drunkard.
Pu!
The drunkard was stunned. After a few breaths, intense fear appeared on his face. It was as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"Ghost!" he screamed in horror. He tried his best to retreat and hide in the corner of the door.
The police came. After understanding the situation, they took the frightened drunkard away. What awaited him was several years in prison.
Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to endure the fear of being haunted by ghosts for a year.
The wisp of black gas that Yang Xuan shot out was actually a wisp of Death Qi.
When mortals were invaded by Death Qi, they would experience terrifying hallucinations. They would feel like they were being haunted by countless ghosts and would never be at peace.
Naturally, they could no longer sit on the bus. Yang Xuan brought Xiao Jing along with the crowd and got off the bus.
Monkey finally saw Yang Xuan. He nodded and bowed. "You're here too."
Yang Xuan nodded at him and said softly, "You're not bad!"
"Haha, haha!" Monkey scratched his head in embarrassment.
How could the monkey know that many people on the Martial God Star would fight to the death just to be praised by the Devil God Bai Qi?
After hailing a taxi, Yang Xuan and Xiao Jing finally arrived at Phoenix Road.
In a milk tea shop, they found Wang Fang, who was already impatient from waiting.
"Why are you so slow?" She said unhappily when she saw Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing stuck out her tongue and told her about the bus incident.
"This kind of person should be sentenced to death." Wang Fang said angrily, "The lives of the people in the car were almost destroyed in his hands."
After pausing for a moment, she continued, "Fortunately, someone acted in time. This is what a hero should do."
As she spoke, she looked at Yang Xuan with dissatisfaction.
Yang Xuan secretly laughed. If she knew that the hero she was talking about was the thief who stole her phone, I don't know how she would feel.
It was four o 'clock in the afternoon. It was still early for lunch, so Wang Fang decided to take them to the antique city.
Ping Hai City's antique city was quite famous. Legend had it that people had picked up a few great treasures, so it gradually became a major tourist attraction.
Although it was called Antique City, it was actually a street. This street was called Second Master Street by the locals.
As for why it was called Second Master Street, there was a legend.
It was said that before the founding of the country, a prince who was chased out of the capital lived on this street. Because he was the second child in the family, he was respectfully called Second Master by the people.
This Second Master did not have any other hobbies. He only loved calligraphy and painting. Once, he bought a calligraphy and painting at a high price from someone in the underworld. However, he did not expect to find out that it was a trap set by someone else.
When the Second Master came back to his senses, the person who set the trap had already gone far away. This made the prince so angry that he stomped his feet.
Some people joked that the Second Master had lost enough money to buy this street. Slowly, the name Second Master Street spread and was passed down to this day.
This street ran from north to south and was about two hundred meters long. It was now developed into a pedestrian street, and vehicles were prohibited from passing through. It was also considered a famous tourist attraction in Ping Hai City.
There were many shops on both sides of the street. Most of them were antiques, calligraphy and painting, jade and jewelry, brushes, inkstones, paper, and ink, and so on.
On both sides of the sidewalk, there were many people setting up stalls. As for the things on the stalls, there was a dazzling lineup. There was everything, from bronze wares to children's books, coins, jade, and so on. As for whether it was real or fake, it was up to the buyer to distinguish.
This was the busiest time of the day. Second Master Street was full of people. There were tourists from other places and local residents. People from all walks of life gathered here.
Yang Xuan and Xiao Jing walked and stopped, wandering around the stalls.
Wang Fang saw that the two of them were in high spirits and did not rush them. So, she accompanied them to wander around. After a few rounds, she also became interested and spent two hundred yuan to buy a small Buddha statue.
What she bought was naturally not something good. Although it looked very old, it was actually a modern handicraft. To put it bluntly, the cost was only a few dozen yuan. Selling it for a few hundred yuan was a huge profit.
However, Wang Fang was happy to buy it. Yang Xuan naturally would not point it out. This kind of thing was for fun. As for whether it was real or fake, no one cared.
When those stalls saw Yang Xuan and Xiao Jing wandering around, they just glanced at them and ignored them.
The people who could hang around here were all old ghosts with sharp eyes. They could tell at a glance whether they were really fat sheep or not.
Yang Xuan and Xiao Jing were not dressed in outstanding clothes. At a glance, they knew that they were not rich and were not worthy of being chatted up.
After wandering for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped in front of a stall.
The owner of the stall was an old man with a beard. He was wearing a shabby Chinese tunic suit and black-rimmed round glasses. The small eyes behind the glasses were half-squinted, and he looked shifty-eyed.
In his stall, there were some copper coins, Bagua plates, snuff bottles, tobacco pipes, and so on. There were even a few children's books from Journey to the West.
In the corner of the stall, there was an inconspicuous piece of white jade.
It was this piece of white jade that attracted Yang Xuan's attention.
This piece of white jade was gray and not big. It was about half the size of an adult's thumb. It was carved in the shape of a Pixiu. The carving was rough. At a glance, one could tell that it was not the work of a master. It looked like a game made by a novice apprentice.
At this time, there was already a young man and a young woman browsing the things in front of the stall. They were carrying backpacks. The man had a buzz cut and an ordinary face. The woman had shoulder-length hair and a pretty face.
Judging from the appearance of the two people, one could tell that they were tourists from other places.
"Boss, how much is this?" The man with the buzz cut picked up a copper Bagua plate and asked.
The boss raised his eyes and looked at him. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He said lazily, "One thousand."
"So expensive?" The long-haired woman said in surprise.
"This is an antique," the old man said disdainfully. "Legend has it that it was used by a Feng Shui master in ancient times. Selling it to you for one thousand is already a great bargain."
The man with the buzz cut shook his head and put down the Bagua plate. He picked up a snuff bottle and played with it for a while. He asked, "How much is this?"
The old man did not even lift his eyelids. He said weakly, "This is two thousand. Be careful. If you break it, you have to pay for it."
The old man had set up a stall on this street for many years. He had a sharp eye. At a glance, he knew that the two young people were just looking and asking casually. They did not have much intention to buy. Of course, he was not interested at all.
Yang Xuan looked for a long time and ignored the two young people. He picked up the piece of jade and said, "Old Wang, I want this. Name a price."
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