About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"Acquisition Festival? Select and purchase various antiques, authoritative certification and valuation on site, and purchase at twice the valuation..." Yayin looked at the event preview, and the more she read, the deeper her brows frowned.

"What's wrong?" Liu Ji walked up and looked at the poster.

Well...

I don't understand.

The universal language of artistic words seemed like a heavenly book to him.

"This poster is handwritten, and..." Yayin scratched her head, "Damn, the handwriting seems to be Jon Snow's."

"Huh? Really? Then can we find him by following this thing?" Liu Ji asked in surprise.

"Maybe," Yayin said, turning to look at Bala and asked, "Can you take us to the place written on it? It seems to be now, right?"

"Uh... This is possible," Bala looked at the place on it, looking embarrassed, "This place is not something that ordinary people can go to..."

"I think everyone in this antique market has entered, so there is no reason why we can't go, right?" Yayin asked in confusion.

"I think this kind of activity probably requires registration in advance, invitations and the like. In short, the Holy Chapel is normally only accessible to the upper class..." Bala said, "I can take you there to have a look, but I don't know if we can get in."

"It's okay, that's enough," Liu Ji said as he walked over, "Just take us there, don't worry about whether we can get in."

"That's fine, actually, it's over there," Bala said, pointing to the front of the road.

Liu Ji looked in the direction of his finger and saw a huge statue more than ten meters high standing in the middle of the open space on the side of the road, and behind the huge statue was a magnificent church.

The white bricks reflected the skylight, the glazed tiles were stacked and shining, the walls were painted with majestic sacred images, and the windows were cleverly carved with floating light.

Even Liu Ji, who had no good feelings for the gods, could not help but be infected by its sacred aura when he looked at this building, and for a moment he was actually a little awed.

Under the church, it seemed that many people were coming and going. Some of them were empty-handed, as if they were watching the fun. Some of them were carrying some things, and they should be participants in the event. Some of them were dragging small trucks and stopping nearby, constantly looking inside, perhaps anxiously waiting for their turn.

These people were rich and poor, old and young, but no matter who they were, they all exuded a strong sense of the market, which was really incompatible with the holy aura of the church.

"Hmm..." Liu Ji smacked his lips, "It seems that it is really there. Let's go and take a look."

As he said, everyone walked to the front of the church together.

From a distance, they actually heard someone standing under the statue and reading something.

"Ancient Dunjin Compass, sold at a price of 12,000 bro!"

"Ancient Scepter Fragment, sold at a price of 800 bro!"

"Ancient Mountain Copper Array Shield, sold at a price of 8,000 bro!"

...

The man read them one by one, all of which were transaction records of various antiques, and every time he read one, the audience below seemed to exclaim in large or small ways.

"He's really collecting antiques," Liu Ji touched his chin, "Strange, if it's really Uncle Snow, why does he collect so many antiques..."

"Ancient relics... at least in my knowledge, they are purely useless cultural research products," Ya Yin said, "But... if there really is such a thing as ancient magic, I can't say."

"Well, it sounds like another area I don't understand," Liu Ji scratched his head, "Oh, forget it, anyway, find Snow and ask him and you'll know."

"Look at their hands, it seems that an invitation is indeed needed to enter," Ya Yin gently raised her chin to a passerby.

"I'll go get one?" Liu Ji asked.

"Maybe not, the invitation has magic certification," Ya Yin shook her head and said, "What the hell, how can there be such a thing in an antique auction..."

"Forget it, let's keep it simple," Liu Ji said, "You wait here for me, I'll go in alone."

"Huh? You alone? Wait, don't mess around," Bala said hurriedly, "If someone breaks into the chapel, the church will..."

However, before he finished speaking, Liu Ji had already disappeared in front of him with the wind, completely disappearing.

247. Take a chance, motorcycle turns into pants

Outside the auditorium, looking at the door of the auditorium, Ya Yin felt a little worried.

Ever since he regained his memory, she has always had an indescribable feeling.

It's like, Liu Ji in the past has always given her a very simple feeling, whether it's good and evil, or having his own set of rules of conduct, at least, Ya Yin can always guess what his reaction will be when he encounters something.

But, since that day, it has become increasingly difficult for her to predict Liu Ji's actions.

This feeling was not obvious when he mostly acted alone for a while before, but today, Ya Yin could really feel that Liu Ji's way of acting was completely different from his previous self.

Although they were unfamiliar with the place and did not understand the local policies, Ya Yin could understand that he used such a thundering method to eliminate future troubles.

But obviously, if it was the previous Liu Ji, he would never choose such a behavior pattern.

Even if he did, at least he would not be so decisive...

Was it because she was called a "bitch"?

Maybe?

At least at that moment, Ya Yin really felt that Liu Ji was angry.

But in fact, she didn't care much about this kind of thing. The so-called quick talk was just the useless barking of the little bugs.

But Liu Ji vented his anger for her, how should I put it, in fact, he was a little happy...

"Maybe, he is really in a bad mood recently," Yayin murmured.

"Huh? Is he in a bad mood recently?" Bala was startled, "Then, then should I be careful too? Is there something I can't say?"

"Well... Not really, just don't cause us trouble," Yayin said.

"Promise! I promise I won't cause you trouble!" Bala said hurriedly, "I will definitely be my guide! Hardworking! Hardworking..."

Bala was still shouting his promise loudly, but Yayin's attention had already drifted away.

She looked at the chapel not far away, frowning slightly.

For some reason, she felt a little uneasy.

Although the poster looked very much like Jon Snow's style, and even the handwriting was very similar, for some reason, she always felt that something was wrong...

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In the shadow of the chapel, Liu Ji's figure slowly gathered.

Looking up into the hall, the white warm rock carved out a sacred statue, and the skylight shone through the window onto the statue, reflecting a holy glow.

However, just under such a statue, stood a group of noisy street vendors.

They gathered under the altar, sometimes cheering, sometimes booing, sometimes teasing, and sometimes sighing.

And on the altar, several formally dressed old men were holding magnifying glasses and carefully observing each item.

"Well, this should be a genuine product," one of them held up a broken fragment and muttered, "but the quality is too poor and the completeness is too low. I remember that several similar products were sold before, and the average price was about 300 bro. What do you think?"

"I think it's about the same, about 200 or 300," said another old man on the side.

"I think it can be higher," said another old man, "this kind of decoration is relatively rare, I can probably see 400."

"That's what you saw, it's good to be able to go out for 300 at the venue," another old man shook his head.

The few people quickly discussed for a few words and finally decided on an estimated price of 320 bro, and according to the double purchase, they gave the merchant 640 bro.

This price is not much, but for such an incomplete fragment, it is definitely not a small amount.

The merchant took the bills with some excitement, swallowed his saliva, and looked at the table eagerly.

Only a small piece was purchased just now, and the main course will come next. The table is full of antiques, all collected by him through various means. Now, it depends on how much they are worth...

The businessman looked at them and waited quietly for the answer.

The old men picked up one, put it down, picked up another, put it down again...

A few minutes later, the old men stopped at the same time and said, "Okay, nothing is left out, the rest can be destroyed."

"Eh?" The merchant was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears, and asked stutteringly, "What, what?"

"The rest are fakes or old imitations, which are not within our acquisition scope," the old man said, "You should understand our rules of participation."

"No! Impossible! Wait!" The merchant said hurriedly, "Some of them were dug out from the ruins by myself! They are definitely not fakes!"

"Didn't I say that there are old imitations," the old man said indifferently, "You are an antique seller, you should not know what old imitations are? Even if they are imitations made thousands of years ago, they are still imitations, not real ancient relics."

"This..." The merchant opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

The few old men present were the most experienced appraisers in the city. Since they had spoken, and they were not trying to lower the price but to destroy it directly, he could not find any reason to refute it.

However, even if it was a replica, it was valuable!

After all, these things were antiques! They were just not ancient relics!

If they were smashed like this, and he could only take away six bills, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had lost all his underwear this time.

However, while he was in a daze, the old men had no intention of wasting time with him. After a greeting, two people who were dressed more formally but could not see their professional identities came up, picked up a pile of things on the table and were about to leave.

Seeing this, the businessman woke up from his dream and rushed over on the spot, shouting: "No! No! I don't want the money! The fragments are for you! Just pretend that I have never been here, okay!?"

Seeing this, one of the men turned around, pinched his wrists, and forcibly pulled his hands away.

"We should have fully informed you of the rules before participating. Don't make trouble, otherwise, you know what will happen to you," the man said indifferently, pushing the merchant aside, then picked up the pile of things on the table again and walked to the backstage.

From a distance, the merchant saw them throwing all the antiques into the mouth of the giant metal beast lying behind the altar.

The eyes of the giant beast suddenly lit up with a blue light, and then it opened its mouth and bit down with a crunching sound.

Seeing his entire fortune turned into slag in the mouth of the giant beast, the merchant knelt down with a plop, holding the six hundred bro in his hand, his eyes were sluggish, and he was already in a state of despair. With a burst of boos from below, the old men in charge of the appraisal also summoned the next participant, and the previous merchant was dragged off the stage.

Liu Ji, who was in the shadows, watched all this quietly, thinking.

Although they thought that this acquisition meeting was held by Jon Snow when they came, at least he was not here.

Of course, Liu Ji did not see anyone else who looked like the boss of the acquisition meeting at the scene...

It is not ruled out that he ordered people to hold this acquisition meeting here, and he himself was somewhere else.

But...

Liu Ji always felt that the style and means of this acquisition meeting were not like Jon Snow's style.

But if it was not Jon Snow, who could it be?

And what about that poster?

While thinking, Liu Ji moved his eyes to the fragments that the old men had just taken.

That was the only thing that the merchant had just brought out that they recognized.

Liu Ji stared at the thing, watching it being handed from an old man to another old man, and then handed to a very inconspicuous young man who was waiting on the side. Judging from his attire, he should be a clergyman of the chapel.

The young man took the fragment, carefully dragged it on a tray, turned and walked towards the corridor behind the chapel.

Liu Ji's mind moved, and he turned into quicksand and followed him.

Following the young man through the dark corridor, through the long hall, and finally, he came to a closed room.

Standing in front of the door, he knocked on the door gently and whispered: "Master, there is a new relic."

After that, he waited quietly in front of the door.

For several minutes, there was no movement inside the door.

Just when Liu Ji wondered if the brother spoke too softly and no one else heard it, a dark hole slowly appeared on the door.

Seeing this, the young man quickly handed the fragment to the entrance of the cave.

Then, Liu Ji clearly saw a right hand with psychedelic colors stretched out from the entrance of the cave, gently picked up the fragment, and retracted it into the door.

At this glance, Liu Ji was sure.

That was definitely not Jon Snow's hand.

It was not about the psychedelic blue and purple colors, but the shape of the palm was simply wrong.

The fingers were even longer than Liu Ji's fingers, and Jon Snow's short hands were definitely impossible!

Hmm...

It seems strange to say this.

But the Miffy tribe does have short hands. When they clench their fists, their hands look like Doraemon. How can they have such long palms?

"Sure enough, there is a problem..." Liu Ji frowned.