Chapter 1199

Donghai, Shangbin town.

When the curtain was thin, 80% of the shops on the street were closed. At the end of Shangxi street, the most slanting street in the town, a medicine shop was still open. In the middle of the shop, there was a glass cover covered with grey cloth, in which some common medicinal materials were placed. The rest was covered with grey cloth, so it was hard to see clearly.

There is a famous grey haired boy in the shop, staring at a simple picture scroll in his hand.

The boy's surname was Yin and his name was Jie. His parents left early, urinated and lived with his uncle who opened the hospital.

The town is not rich, and the place is not so good. The business of this drugstore is pretty good.

Uncle Yin Hong is a famous old doctor in the town, and he is also Mr. Yin and Yang. On weekdays, he often shows people the geomantic omen of his family. Rich people in the town also invite him to go to weddings and funerals. On weekdays, he is busy.

On this day, another woman got married in the town. Yin Hong went there early and left Yin Jie alone to see the shop. In the evening, he didn't take any medicine. When the sun was about to set, the guests finally came.

Yin Jie didn't lift his head, only reached out a hand and knocked on the counter in front of the store. He stretched out his hand and said, "just grab the medicine and give me the prescription. When you see a doctor, just sit down and take a breath and give you a pulse."

"Xiao Jie, uncle doesn't see a doctor. I'll find master Yin."

The greeting made Yan Jie look up, and he saw that in front of the shop was Lin, who lived on the street.

Lin a gong is the son-in-law of the town. In these years, such people are very common.

Although he was born thin and yellow, he was a good hand at digging sand. He usually ran a morning tea shop. When he closed the shop in the afternoon, he went up the back mountain with a hoe to dig the ground. People in the town said that there were many good things buried in the back mountain. Many people used to dig them before, but most of them got nothing and gave up. Only Lin had been digging for ten years, From time to time, I can dig out some small things.

"Ah Gong, what's the treasure you dug up? Last time you brought that piece of porcelain, my uncle looked at it. It's just a broken dish. "

Yin Jie's face was a little sad, and his words were half teasing and half helpless. Sometimes, Mr. Lin is nervous. He always thinks that something he finds is a treasure. He has to carefully show it to Yin Jie's uncle. Today, he estimates that it is the same.

But Lin's face was firm: "what do you know, master yin? Not in the store? "

"My uncle has gone to catch up with the red business. If you want anything, please let me have it. When my uncle comes back, I'll give it to him."

Yin Jie waved his hand impatiently and continued to fiddle with the scroll in his hand.

"That's fine, but this time, you should be careful." Lin a gong hesitated for a moment, from the bosom set a palm big object out, tightly wrapped in white cloth, can't see what.

"I know, I know..."

Yin Jie is too lazy to get up and give them away. Lin is always like this. He comes here every so often. Every time he brings nothing more than broken bowls and pieces of porcelain.

When Lin Gong went away, Yin Jie opened the cloth bag and planned to see what "treasure" it was this time.

But after opening the bag, Yin Jie was stunned.

This time it's not a piece of porcelain, it's a piece of jade.

Yin Jie's uncle is also a good hand at recognizing jade. He learned a lot of skills with him, so he is a little expert.

This piece of jade is not good in appearance. There are many stiff flowers on it. They are even in pieces. Experts don't care if this kind of jade is called Jade.

But this one was strange. Yin Jie looked at it carefully for a long time. Looking horizontally and vertically, the stiff flower on the jade looked like a human face!

It suddenly occurred to Yin Jie that his uncle had said it was called "ghost face jade". It is said that jade collectors are especially afraid of producing stiff flowers, which has little effect on the price. If a ghost face jade is produced, the family will surely report a funeral within half a month!

But Yin Jie didn't take it seriously. He occasionally played with stones. When his uncle said this, he was accompanying some friends to open stones. Yin Jie always regarded it as his uncle's cajole and advised him not to gamble with stones. Simply put the jade on the tea table and continue to study the painting.

All of a sudden——

Don't move

Yan Jie was startled, as if there was a sound coming into his ears. After careful identification, it was the scroll in his hand!

"Become... Become fine?"

Be honest and listen to me

The voice came again. It sounded like a woman's voice!

Yan Jie was completely silly.

There are many strange legends in the town. The old people often talk about ghosts and monsters to trick the children not to touch things and not to run around. But no one has ever heard that this picture can be refined by itself.

I don't think so!

"Are you... Talking to me?"

Yan Jie asked a question, and after that, he scolded himself... Maybe his brain is broken.

But the voice, however, sounded again at the moment, as if he had heard Yan Jie's question!

There's something dirty in the shop. There's something wrong with the jade behind you

Yin Jie felt a surge of cold air from his waist all the way to tianlinggai, and his back trembled!

Then I want to look back at the jade on the tea table and see what's wrong with the grimace jade!

But without waiting for him to turn back, the voice was here——

Don't look back. Close your eyes and hold your breath

Yan Jie was excited and swallowed hard, hoping that this action could calm him down.

Close your eyes

The strange voice seemed to be urging, and the tone became more and more urgent, so that Yan Jie quickly closed his eyes, tried his best to make his breathing more stable, and counted silently.

"One, two..."

Behind him, suddenly came a clanging sound, like the jade shaking on the table.

"Three, four, five..."

The voice became louder and louder, and Yin Jie felt his back was cold, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat!

"Six, seven, eight..."

The noise stopped suddenly.

"Nine..."

Then there was a click, like the sound of something breaking.

"Ten..."

On the count of ten, he slowly opened his eyes. At the moment, his fists were clenched and his brows were locked. He felt that his gums were shaking!

[it's OK]

The voice sounded slowly, as if a big thing had been finished. After that, there was no voice any more. No matter how Yin Jie manipulated the picture, there was no response.

Yin Jie felt that he was breathing a lot, and his forehead was full of sweat. Then he looked back carefully, and his eyes were horrified, and his face was full of surprise and fear.

The big jade of that palm was just so good, but now it has split into two parts, as if it had been split by a knife. The place where it was broken just divides the face like stiff flower in two!