Cultivator Returns to the City Chapter 293: A rare baby who kills his life
When Yang Ping drove back to Yuewan Community, Yin Xiu was standing quietly at his door waiting for him.
When Yang Ping saw Yin Xiu's figure, he could not help but slowly stopped the car and opened the window. He was a little surprised and said, "Brother Yin has been waiting here?"
Yin Xiu shook his head slightly and smiled: "I just saw Mr. Yang's car coming back, so I walked out the door and waited."
"Oh." Yang Ping nodded lightly, and said, "Brother Yin, get in the car."
"It's only a few steps, I'll just go over. Mr. Yang first go and park the car." Yin Xiu said.
"Well, that's fine." Yang Ping replied, without saying much. The two are indeed very close, and they are just a few steps away.
At the moment Yang Ping restarted the car and drove back to a stop, Yin Xiu also walked towards Yang Ping's house next to him...
A moment later, when Yin Xiu walked to the door of Yang Ping's house, Yang Ping happened to have parked the car and came over.
"Brother Yin, please come inside."
Yang Ping opened the door and said politely.
Yin Xiu nodded slightly, and walked into his home with Yang Ping.
The layout of Yang Ping's home is much more elegant and complicated than Yin Xiu's. The living room is decorated with many large and small decorations, and there are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.
In addition, the bronze vessels and various strange stones are the most common ones.
Obviously, Yang Ping is a collector, and he likes to collect all kinds of antique stones. When Yin Xiu used his spiritual sense to search his home earlier, he found his study room and many more precious collections in the basement.
In comparison, these things in the living room outside are nothing more than ordinary objects, not too rare and valuable.
"Mr. Yang is elegant enough in this room. Hehe, it seems that Mr. Yang is a collector!" Yin Xiu glanced at the decorations in the room and couldn't help smiling.
When it comes to collecting, Yang Ping can't help but feel a little complacent, and he feels a little excited. The hearty haha laughed twice, and replied: "Brother Yin passed the prize, what collection everyone, I am just a little interested in these objects on weekdays, so I just want to play around, ha. Just play around, don’t be anything.’ Everyone's name......"
As Yang Ping said, he waved his hands in a humble posture.
But well, there is naturally a little bit of contentment and joy in the ins and outs. After all, he really likes to collect these objects. Hearing compliments from others makes me feel more or less contented and secretly happy. This is also human nature.
Yin Xiu chuckled twice when he heard the words, his gaze scanned the many bronzes, strange stones and other ornaments in the living room again, and then he said unintentionally: "I think Mr. Yang here besides the bronzes are strange stones. , I think Mr. Yang usually likes to collect these two kinds of objects, right?"
Speaking of his own preferences, Yang Ping immediately put aside all his doubts about Yin Xiu about coming to visit him. He said proudly: "Brother Yin has good eyesight. Yes, although I usually occasionally collect some eye-catching calligraphy, paintings, porcelain, etc., but I really like bronzes and these various strange stones. They are relatively rare and peculiar. And I don’t have the ones, so I want them all in my bag."
"Every year, I have to spend tens of millions on these bronze wares and strange stones alone. This is not to mention the occasional exchange of some collections when communicating with other Tibetan friends..."
When Yang Ping talks about his favorite collection, he goes into a lot of talk.
Yin Xiu smiled faintly on the side and listened with a cheerful face, until Yang Ping said it was a break. He then intervened in a hurry, seemingly casually mentioned.
"Mr. Yang is so in high spirits. He must have gained something recently, right?" Yin Xiu smiled, looking at Yang Ping with a slightly joking tone and expression. Tao.
Yang Ping didn't realize that Yin Xiu's words clearly intended to guide him in a certain direction. He now treats Yin Xiugui as a ‘Tibetan friend’ who shares or has similar hobbies with him.
When I talk about these topics, I can't stop it. He wasn't wary at all, so he said directly: "Brother Yin, let's talk about it, I really received a rare baby in the past two days, hehe."
Yang Ping's face was a little bit glamorous, and he even smiled a little bit of showy.
Yin Xiu saw that Yang Ping followed his own words, so he continued to follow his words and said: "Oh? I said casually, I really said it?"
As soon as the voice fell, Yin Xiu continued with a smile on his face: "It is possible to make a collection like Mr. Yang so important to everyone, think it should really be a rare treasure, right?"
"Of course! It’s not that I’m blowing it. I haven’t seen anything rare for so many years. But this time I really found a treasure. It’s the first time I’ve seen such a beautiful thing in my life. The stone is so beautiful that I can hardly describe it. When I saw the stone that day, I made up my mind, no matter what the price, I will buy it!"
"In the end, it took me 18 million to take the stone. But everything is worth it. The stone is so beautiful and rare. Brother Yin, don’t you know that The stone is blood red and blood red, the color is bright red and gorgeous, and even the surface luster seems to have a faint blood red light..."
Talking about this extremely rare strange stone he recently got, Yang Ping was even more enthusiastic, and he was full of spirits when he spoke.
Yin Xiu listened quietly with a smile on his face, but secretly said in his heart: "I'm afraid you don't know that this so-called rare precious stone in your mouth is a murderous thing that kills people. Come on!"
Yin Xiu thought to himself, and felt that it was Yang Ping, or that Yang Ping's family should not be killed, and happened to meet himself. Otherwise, if the stone stays in his house for a while, it will be difficult for them to save even the gods.
Yin Xiu didn't interrupt Yang Ping's words and listened to him quietly.
When he was about to say something, Yin Xiu said: "Listening to Mr. Yang said this, I became more and more curious about the strange stone that Mr. Yang admired so much. Take the liberty to ask, I don’t know Mr. Yang. Will it give me the privilege to see that rare scarlet stone in the world?"
Yang Ping didn’t doubt that he had him, and said, “Of course. But Brother Yin will wait for a while. Yesterday I bought the stone and put it in the bedroom. I’ll take it out to Yin. Brothers tasting..."
After speaking, Yang Ping immediately got up and went upstairs.
Yin Xiu waited quietly in the living room downstairs. Watching Yang Ping go upstairs, he couldn't help muttering to himself, "You are really ignorant and fearless. If you let him know what the **** the rare baby in his mouth is, I'm afraid that he will have to be so scared that he will throw that so-called baby a thousand miles away..."
Slightly shook his head, Yin Xiu couldn't help but sighed again, "Thanks to the fact that the two kids in his family and Xiao Jing are classmates, so I found out early, otherwise... he just put the stone on himself. In the bedroom, not to mention his wife, even if he can't use it for three to five days, he will inevitably be bedridden."
In Yin Xiu's opinion, Yang Ping put the stone in his bedroom purely because he thought he had a long life and wanted to die.
Of course, he can't be blamed for this. After all, he is afraid that in his dreams, he would never think that such a beautiful and moving piece of stone would be a big killer that is rare in the world.
After a while, Yang Ping finally walked down holding the blood-red stone the size of a plate.
The stone may seem small, but the weight is really heavy. Yang Ping walked downstairs in a hug, obviously not so relaxed. Not to mention too much, but there are still around twenty catties.
"Brother Yin, come, look, this is the baby I told you! How is it, is it pretty?" Yang Ping didn't know that he was holding a'death talisman' at all, and it was quite Concentrated, said to Yin Xiu with a slight show off.
At this time, Yin Xiu made a frowning look, and his eyes seemed to be staring at the rock that Yang Ping was holding.
But he didn't speak immediately.
It wasn't until Yang Ping took the stone over and put it on the table next to him that he finally realized the strangeness in Yin Xiu's expression, so he couldn't help being surprised and curious and asked: "Brother Yin, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with my baby?"
Yang Ping couldn't help being surprised when he saw Yin Xiu's eyes staring at the stone unblinkingly.
Yin Xiu is just waiting for Yang Ping to take the initiative to ask.
So he said in a somewhat solemn tone: "Mr. Yang, your rock..."
Yin Xiu deliberately created a calm atmosphere, coupled with the solemnity on his face, immediately made Yang Ping unable to help but subconsciously ask, "Brother Yin, what's wrong with my baby?"
"Brother Yin, do you think my baby is not good? Or is there something wrong?"
Yang Ping looked at Yin Xiu in confusion~IndoMTL.com~ and asked.
While speaking, he himself couldn't help but lower his head and glanced at the stone on the table a few more times, but he didn't notice anything wrong. I still feel so beautiful and gorgeous, it is a rare treasure!
Because of this, he couldn't understand why Yin Xiu was so solemn.
Yin Xiu took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it, looking like he had confirmed something. Then he raised his head, looked at Yang Ping, and said unhurriedly: "Mr. Yang, If I’m not mistaken, your stone does have a problem. And it’s still a big problem!"
Hearing Yin Xiu's answer, Yang Ping was shocked and cried, "Brother Yin, what do you say? There is something wrong with my stone, why didn't I find out?"
"With my years of experience in collecting and playing with all kinds of strange stones, my baby is definitely not a man-made thing..."
Obviously, Yang Ping thought that the "problem" in Yin Xiu's mouth meant that the stone was artificially forged. He didn't think about anything else at all. (To be continued)