It was already past nine in the morning, but the sky outside the window was still overcast and a light drizzle was falling.

The drizzle started falling two days ago, and today has been three days.

This kind of rainy season-like weather is quite rare in London in September.

This kind of weather mostly occurs in London in winter. At that time, London is cold, damp and foggy, which is the most uncomfortable season.

Yang Jing leaned against the head of his bed, bored, fiddling with a ring with a strange pattern in his hand.

Yesterday was Saturday, and the Meigang Road Flea Market happened to open in the afternoon. Every Saturday, the Meigang Road Flea Market will spontaneously turn into an antique market.

The Fairport Road Flea Market is one of the top ten famous flea markets in London. It is open seven days a week, but it is a vegetable market on Thursdays and Fridays and an antique market on Saturdays. It is only a real flea market the rest of the week.

Yang Jing, who has been particularly fond of antique culture since childhood under the influence of his grandfather, naturally would not miss out on various antique and cultural relics markets of all sizes in London. Therefore, although it was raining yesterday, Yang Jing still went to the Meigang Road flea market.

However, adhering to the principle of "look more and buy less" taught by his grandfather since childhood, Yang Jing rarely buys things in antique markets, whether in domestic antique markets or after studying abroad in London.

But yesterday at the Meigang Road flea market, Yang Jing couldn't help but make a move.

Although he only spent six pounds to buy this ring with a strange pattern, this ring was the third time Yang Jing had bought something in the antique market since he was a child...

Strangely enough, when Yang Jing saw the ring for the first time, his heart suddenly palpitated, and then it seemed as if a voice in the dark kept saying: "Buy me, buy me quickly..."

So, Yang Jing, who had studied in London for almost two years and visited the top ten flea markets in London several times but had never bought anything, bargained without hesitation this time. After bargaining the price of the ring from 20 pounds to 6 pounds, he decisively paid for it.

This ring is a bit like the ancient Chinese thumb ring, which is neither gold nor wood. Yang Jing studied it for a whole night and half a morning, but couldn't figure out what material this ring was made of. But one thing is certain, this ring is very hard!

The ring is perfectly round and about three millimeters thick, which is a bit thick for a ring.

The inside and outside of the ring are black, and the sides are silver-white.

On the black outer wall, there is a silver-white Bagua pattern engraved, and on the black inner wall, the characters such as "Qian, Kun, Kan, Li" are carved in seal script, corresponding to the Bagua pattern on the outer wall one by one.

On the silver-white side of the ring, there is a black border carved.

The whole ring looked like an ordinary handicraft ring, otherwise the bearded stall owner would not have offered a price of twenty pounds. However, with Yang Jing's knowledge of antiques and cultural relics over the years, he always felt that this ring seemed very unusual, especially the strange feeling he had when he saw it for the first time.

But if you ask Yang Jing to tell you what's so special about this ring, he just can't say it.

As the saying goes, "It can be understood but not expressed in words", this is what it means...

But what Yang Jing can be sure of is that this ring is definitely not an ordinary handicraft ring as it appears to be. This ring is definitely not simple.

"Well... It's a pity that grandpa doesn't understand anything now. Otherwise, if he were to take a look at it, he would definitely be able to recognize this ring..." Yang Jing sighed slightly and muttered to himself.

Thinking of his grandfather who became confused due to a craniotomy due to a cerebral hemorrhage, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He threw the ring into the air, caught it again, and then put it on the little finger of his left hand.

You know what, this ring seemed to be made for Yang Jing, it fits perfectly on his little finger!

Picking up a washed apple, Yang Jing sat up straight and began to peel the apple carefully.

After just two cuts, accompanied by a loud "clang" sound, the dormitory door was suddenly opened by a huge force. Yang Jing shivered with fear. The sharp fruit knife cut a small wound on his left hand, and dark red blood immediately gushed out...

"Haha, Jing Gege, did you miss me?" Along with a voice so disgusting that it gave people goose bumps, a fat man swayed his huge body and "squeezed" in from outside.

This guy is not tall, only a little over 1.7 meters tall, but when he gets thicker, he looks a bit scary. This guy's waistline is almost the same as his height, even if it's not 1.7 meters, it must be 1.5 meters. At first glance, it's like a bucket, and a large one at that...

"Damn it, you fat guy, can you not enter the door this way? Tell me how much money we have spent just on repairing the door in the past two years?" Yang Jing held the injured part with his lips and stared at the fat man incoherently and shouted angrily.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The fat man was a little panicked when he saw Yang Jing's posture.

Yang Jing glared at the fat man unhappily and ignored him.

The fat man rushed over like a gust of wind with an agility that didn't match his body shape. "Let me see, let me see... Damn, why are you so careless? Tell me if you want to eat meat, and I'll buy it for you. What do you mean by biting your own paws?"

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