Chapter 396

Zhang Fan shook his head with a smile, which was a little mysterious, especially in the eyes of himself as a practitioner.

The middle-aged man looked at the charm and hesitated. Zhang Fan smiled awkwardly and said, "This is caused by a friend, and I don't quite understand it. It is said that this kind of unearthed tombs should be suppressed with charms, otherwise the yin is too heavy."

Zhang Fan also smiled. He saw a lot of this kind of thing and asked, "Can I open it?"

"Ah, you see." The middle-aged man flashed aside and stood by the door to smoke.

Zhang Fan took off the charm and put it aside. Opening the lid, a faint smell of dirt and copper rust came out. Zhang Fan fanned the smell and was about to look down.

At this time, a black smoke came out of the empty tripod! ......

The middle-aged man has no reaction. It seems that he can't see it as an ordinary person. Zhang Fan's pupils contracted, but his heart was raised. The smoke actually carried a twisted face with a painful wailing, emitting a hiss that only Zhang Fan could hear if he had the spiritual ability. Zhang Fan quickly pressed the lid down, covered the smoke, and pressed the rune on the lid. He looked up at the middle-aged man and asked, "Where did you get this?" The man who smoked by the door was shocked.

This is what Zhang Fan rarely asks, because knowing the origin of the collection is not helpful for identification. The more fake it is, the more beautiful the story behind it is. But this time, Zhang Fan had no choice but to ask, because his other identity is the 'scavenger' of the supernatural world, and the ghost emerging from the tripod is still very fresh. It seems that he has not died recently, because the ghost looks like a modern man.

Is there a sinful thing hidden behind this tripod?

The middle-aged man hesitated and said, "This is a friend who bought it..."

Zhang Fan sneered, opened the lid again, muttered a spell in his mouth, circled a Buddha light, and trapped the resentment that rushed out. The middle-aged man didn't seem to have seen the situation in the tripod, so he looked in. There is also a charm in the tripod, which seems to be a distracting charm that is not in place, sealing this resentment with the help of the three-legged tripod. Therefore, this resentment soul can still rush out of the three-legged tripod, but it leaves the lower half in the tripod and can't get out. Middle-aged men are normal people and have no spiritual vision ability, so naturally they can't see this scene.

Ghosts shouted that they could not communicate. They were transformed by a wisp of obsession before their lives, or with infinite grievances. They just wanted to calm their anger, but because of excessive persistence, they no longer have the ability to distinguish other people's affairs. Just use the ability of ghosts to influence the spirit of living people and repeatedly reproduce the scene of their own death in order to get the comfort of spiritual knowledge. It's like an ordinary person has suffered grievances, and it's a reason to talk to others repeatedly.

Zhang Fan was in a trance, and a scene appeared in front of him. Several sneaky men were digging a deep hole in the hill on a month of dark and windy night. Zhang Fan could see that the hill bag was actually a sealed mound, which was a large ancient tomb! That level, at least one prince! These guys are robbing tombs, and one of them is the resentment himself. At the intimidation of his companions, he drilled into the dug narrow thief's hole and moved the objects in the tomb out...

The theft hole is deep and long, penetrating the outer tomb. In the tomb, he explored the antiquire with the mineral lamp overhead. He was very afraid, not only afraid of the remains of the owner in the tomb, but also afraid of his companions waiting outside. His fear finally came true. After he emptied the main funerary objects in the tomb, his companions killed him in the tomb with a Luoyang shovel and buried him in the empty ancient tomb together with the evil of tomb robbery. However, at the moment of death, his soul was attached to these stolen burial objects, following his sinful accomplices and constantly harassing them.

His accomplices were scared to restless by his dream every night. As some of the stolen goods were sold, his resentment became even deeper! One of his accomplices was scared crazy by him and went to a mental hospital! The rest are still unwilling to leave these funeral items and still sell stolen goods everywhere. Until one day, they came to the city and found a magic stick that claimed to be a Maoshan Taoist priest, and sealed him in this bronze tripod. That night was his last memory, and he sank into the dark from then on...

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged man saw Zhang Fan in a daze and didn't know why, so he patted him. Zhang Fan was suddenly woken up, the scene in front of him disappeared, and the soul returned to the store.

"Oh, tell me honestly, what on earth did you come from?" Zhang Fan concluded that the man in front of him was not a tomb robber, and the middle-aged man was still surrounded by golden karma in his eyes. It's just that in the golden karma, there is a black evil spirit that condenses.

"This..." The middle-aged man seems to have hidden feelings.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to." Zhang Fan covered the tripod cover, "This bronze tripod is an old product, probably during the Warring States Period, and also in the earliest Spring and Autumn Period. Because there is no inscription, it is difficult to break the generation. Of course, if there are other funeral objects unearthed together, I can infer the approximate age, if there is..."

When the middle-aged man heard Zhang Fan say this, he pondered for a moment and said, "I'm a policeman. I found this thing in the residence of several suspected grave robbers, but they refused to admit it. They only said it was an antique handicraft, so I came to you to have a look..." He took out a police officer's certificate and handed it to Zhang Fan, "I used to show you before. The fake was bought by myself. Ha ha, I also like this, but I didn't get started, which made you laugh. A while ago, a crowd reported that someone was selling antiques, and the bureau knew that I knew a little..."

Speaking of this, he smiled shyly, "I'm a big lay person than you..."

Zhang Fan waved his hand, returned the police officer's certificate to him, and said politely, "Where is it?" Where. I'm also a half-baked person."

The middle-aged policeman continued: "In order to send me to investigate this matter, I pretended to be the buyer and these tomb robbers and captured them in one fell swoop. But these guys are veterans and refuse to admit it. They insist that they are imitations. I can't help it. I have to find someone who knows something about it to see if it's a tomb. There are not many people who know about local museums, and they have to go to the provincial museum of N City to identify it. I thought of you and let you have a look first. I also have confidence in my heart..."

"Oh..." Zhang Fan knew the whole case, thought for a moment, took a look at the sealed bronze tripod, and said to the policeman, "Look, I'll help you see if there are other things all the way, so that it's easy to judge. The provincial museum in N City has my teacher and a few friends. If necessary, I can also help.

"This is even better!" The middle-aged policeman was overjoyed. He quickly wrapped the bronze tripod and said urgently, "Let's go to the bureau now."

"Hey, let me clean up..." Zhang Fan said with a smile. He slightly cleaned the shop, packed up some magnifying glasses, white gloves, small brushes, small tweezers, LED white flashlight and other identification tools, and then followed the middle-aged police out of the antique city.

The middle-aged policeman drove a police car and soon arrived at a municipal bureau. Zhang Fan got out of the car and was about to follow him into the inner gate of the police station when he suddenly heard a loud roar above his head, and Zhang Fan was shocked. Looking up, it turned out that on the gate of the police station, there was a big police badge, a monster with a jackal head and a snake-like body, roaring at Zhang Fan, but it didn't seem to be malicious. He just saw that Zhang Fan was different and greeted him.

"Fight!" Zhang Fan was shocked. Looking at the monster image, he immediately thought of a legendary creature. Longsheng has nine sons, who is aggressive and hates evil as hatred. It seems that the police station is guarding him in order to punish evil!

"Roar - scavenger, what's the matter?! Do you want me to help you?" He stretched out his body, roared and said hello. It seemed that Zhang Fan's priesthood was also known.

Zhang Fan arched his hand, "It's good to say that some official duties dare not work." But I don't dare to delay more, afraid of doubting life.

Naturally, he understood, closed his eyes and wrapped around the police badge and took a nap.

For good, the middle-aged policeman didn't care and led Zhang Fan straight to his office.