Chapter 118 The Ghost Market of Pan Home

(I'm sorry, I've been off for a few more days. This is also the first time in my typing career since 2008. I really don't want to do this. But because of the recent severe attack of cervical spondylosis, the whole neck is numb and painful. To be honest, I'm afraid that it will cause worse and more serious consequences, so I dare not code words, and I have no face to say anything in the book review area. However, after a week of rest and recuperation, I found that even if I don't code words, as long as I sit in front of the computer, my cervical spine should still continue to hurt, whether it's reading a book, watching a movie or typing materials... In this case, I gritt my teeth and continue to take time to type words. Starting from tonight, I will ensure at least one chapter a day in the future.

Don't worry about my body. I have figured it out now. The doctor is right. The key is to exercise and do cervical spine exercises. Now I have come up with a way to set an alarm on my mobile phone every half an hour to remind myself to do five minutes of cervical exercises every half an hour, which may ensure that cervical spondylosis does not worsen, hehe. Now I don't expect anything from my grades. I just want to finish the book and write what I want to write. It's good enough to be worthy of these book lovers who collect and follow. Thank you for your condolences from Gluan Gong, Cartoon Dragon, Lao Liuliu and other book friends.

In addition, although I haven't typed words these days, I have also read some cool books such as Eternal Life, and have also been inspired by some inspiration. After that, the plot will try to change the style of writing, speed up the rhythm, and strive to write better. I hope you like it.)

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Shen Yuyan has her own Audi A6. After going downstairs, she quickly drove the car out of the garage.

"The ghost market we are going to is the Panjiayuan ghost market, which is called the ghost market because it trades at night, and even some people secretly trade cultural relics." After sitting in the car, Shen Yuyan explained to Lin Ban.

"Do you want to buy and sell cultural relics?" Lin Ban was shocked, "This seems to be illegal."

"It is indeed illegal to buy and sell cultural relics, but in Panjiayuan, this is a common thing, and generally no one cares about it." Shen Yuyan smiled and said, "Don't you have a good set of gambling stones? Appreciating antiques should also be your specialty. Let's see if you can find some treasures today."

"It turns out that you called me out early in the morning and asked me to work hard for you." Lin Ban smiled bitterly and said, "You have miscalculated. My ability can only be used for gambling stones. As for antiques and so on, I don't know anything about it."

"Really?" Shen Yuyan frowned in disappointment, but did not drive the car back. "Even so, it's good to take you to open your eyes."

Shen Yuyan really wanted to use Lin Ban's ability to help her find some treasures, but the more important reason was that she didn't want to stay in the bedroom with Lin Ban anymore. She was afraid that Lin Ban would have any evil intentions, so she brought Lin Ban out early in the morning.

However, after all, Lin Ban has a glorious history of Taobao, so Shen Yuyan still holds a glimmer of hope. While driving, she introduced the situation of Pan Jiayuan to Lin Ban. Finally, she solemnly said, "There are some legal and spiritual masters in Guoan. They once found some magic weapons, even ancient magic weapons in Panjiayuan. Pieces. After re-refinement, their strength increased greatly. Lin Ban, if you can find this kind of thing, I can buy it at a high price and exchange some of the resources I need with our national security experts.

"What? Dharma weapons, fragments of ancient magic weapons? Do you still have these things in Pan Jiayuan? Lin Ban was shocked.

"Most of Pan Jiayuan are fakes now, but there are also some real guys, depending on whether they have the luck to meet." Shen Yuyan sighed and said, "Like that kind of magic weapon, most of them are antiques that are difficult to identify true and false, or cultural relics that have just been unearthed. But if you are a master of the legal system and the spiritual system, you can find the mana fluctuation in it. It is not difficult to identify the true and false. The key is whether you are lucky to encounter this kind of thing.

"Oh? Then I'm going to see it." Lin's eyes lit up and he said thoughtfully.

He suddenly remembered the space ring that Mu Yun lost. If it was really picked up, it might be sold as an antique. If you can touch this ring in Panjiayuan, you must buy it. In this way, Mu Yun's strength will be greatly increased, and it is not so easy to encounter danger.

Although he knew that this possibility was almost minimal, Lin Ban was still excited and suddenly felt that Shen Yuyan's car was driving too slowly, so he urged her: "Hurry up, drive faster, don't let the baby be bought away."

"There is a red light in front." Shen Yuyan gave Lin a white look.

"What red light are you afraid of?" Lin Ban frowned.

"You think Guoan can walk horizontally in Yanjing, and you still have to abide by the rules! Now, after all, we are not performing official duties, but doing private affairs!" Shen Yuyan said with tears and laughter.

However, despite that, Shen Yuyan still accelerated the speed and soon came to Pan Jiayuan.

Panjiayuan thrift market is the largest thrift market in China. It is located in the southeast corner of the Third Ring Road of Yanjing City. It is a symbol of Yanjing's characteristic culture. In this second-hand market, antique calligraphy and paintings, pearl agate, ceramic bottles and cans can be seen everywhere, and there is an endless stream of people who love to collect, including many celebrities and dignitaries.

The ghost market of Panjiayuan began at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the People's Republic of China. At that time, the society was turbulent and people were panicked. In order to support the family, some declining palace nobles and celebrities had to take out and sell the ancestral treasures of the family. But their identity is still there, and it is impossible to sell the baby in the market at will, otherwise they will lose face. In order to avoid meeting acquaintances, they took advantage of the bright and dim light to take antique calligraphy and paintings and set up stalls on the street to sell in person, so as to save face and make a deal.

In Yanjing, there are countless relatives and dignitaries, and dignitaries are everywhere. As soon as the imperial court is destroyed, there are also many bankrupt people. Therefore, over time, more and more people selling antiques on the street before dawn has formed a habit and become a ghost market. Among them, the ghost market of Panjiayuan is one of the four major night markets. People usually enter the market after 4 a.m. every day. At this time, before dawn, it could only be illuminated with lanterns and flint, making the people coming and going look erratic. The whole Pan home is like the legendary underworld, full of gloomy ghosts. In addition, many people take advantage of the darkness to sneak out selling some shady fore, so the name of "ghost market" gradually spread.

In modern times, there are very few real antiques here, and the forgeries are flying all over the sky. However, Pan Jiayuan still has some real things, and there are also magical legends such as "I bought a Song Dynasty vase for 200 yuan and sold it for 20 million yuan in the end", which has attracted many collectors. Now, more than 100,000 people come here on Taobao every day.

"Beware of fakes! There are a lot of fakes here!" After parking the car, Shen Yuyan told her uneasily.

"I know." Lin Ban naturally took Shen Yuyan's hand and said, "There are many people. It's dark. Let's not get separated."

"You! Take advantage of my mother again!" Shen Yuyan gritted her teeth and patted Lin Ban's hand.

But this time, Shen Yuyan didn't have any goose bumps. After all, she played a big play yesterday. In front of her mother, she was held by Lin Ban, and she was almost numb to take advantage of Lin Ban.

"I smell the magic weapon!" Lin Ban smiled, took a deep breath, and then suddenly accelerated his pace.

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Ban used the speed power and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, wait for me!" Shen Yuyan also quickly used her speed power and caught up quickly. Then she took Lin Ban's arm and said viciously, "Don't want to eat alone!" I brought you here. If you find a magic weapon, you will have my share!"

"Hey, aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of now?" Lin Ban smiled.

"Well, this is taking advantage of you!" Shen Yuyan was used to naturally pinching Lin Ban's arm, and then smiled charmingly and walked forward with her head held high.

At this time, it was just 4:30 a.m., but Panjiayuan was already full of people, and there were stalls everywhere. Many collectors who came to Taobao early in the morning took small flashlight and took photos on the booth. At a glance, they were connouns.

Lin Ban is not an espian and does not know anything about antiques, so he didn't buy any flashlight. He just relied on his ability to feel the fluctuation of aura and mana to Taobao. He and Shen Yuyan walked slowly all the way and rarely stopped at the stall.

After turning around for about half an hour, Lin half raised his eyebrows and finally smelled a trace of aura, and then followed this trace of aura. Finally, he found something inconspicuous in an inconspicuous booth.

This thing is only two fingers wide, one finger long, like copper like iron, like a knife like a sword, and it is rusty on it. It looks like an inconspicuous piece of metal, but it reveals a trace of aura that ordinary people can't detect...