Two egg-sized skeletons rolled down to Lin Han's feet.

The skeleton was clearly that of a baby, but one that was not fully developed.

The two skeletons had been polished to a patina, and they looked white and shiny, so even in the dark, their outlines could be clearly seen.

Zhuang Yao was curious to begin with, and when Lin Han told her not to ask any more questions, she felt even more curious.

While the blind old man was concentrating on searching the book, she quietly bent down and reached for the two skeletons.

The blind old man, who was originally concentrating on the book, said casually:

"That's something that can kill people!"

Um?

Zhuang Yao's hand stopped in mid-air and she glanced at the blind old man.

As he was hesitating, Lin Han grabbed him back:

"What are you moving about?"

Zhuang Yao then retracted her hand, hugged her knees gloomily, and looked at the blind old man.

The blind old man fumbled around for three or four minutes before handing the book back to Lin Han.

He stared at Lin Han.

No, it should be said that his face was facing Lin Han.

Although Lin Han was very sure that there were two holes behind the pair of sunglasses.

However, he could still feel the other person's gaze.

The blind old man asked:

"Where did you get this book?"

From the blind old man’s attitude just now, Lin Han could tell that he definitely knew the origin of this book.

Lin Han felt more confident and his voice became much calmer:

"Why, you have to ask about the origins of things when you receive them?"

The blind old man raised his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but it was unclear whether he was smiling or something else.

"So...how much are you going to sell it for?"

Lin Han asked back:

"How much are you prepared to give?"

The blind old man pinched his fingers and rubbed his right thumb and index finger constantly.

Lin Han knew that he was feeling the corpse oil left on the paper on his fingertips.

The blind old man put his fingers under his nose, pretended to take two deep breaths, and then said to Lin Han:

"Your book is not from a legitimate source. In this ghost market, no one except me knows your book. Even if they do, they wouldn't dare to buy it."

Lin Han did not comment.

Not many people know about the original tomb of Zhao Haier.

But it is definitely not to the point where only blind old men know it.

It seems that this blind old man is quite good at fooling people.

Completely mastered the essence of living and buying antiques in antique shops.

However, these are a piece of cake for Lin Han.

"Uncle, just tell me how much money you can give!"

The blind old man frowned slightly.

Ever since Lin Han and Zhuang Yao stopped in front of his stall, he could vaguely smell the odor of corpse oil.

Afterwards, Lin Han tested him with a handful of red sandalwood.

Now, Lin Han refused to reveal anything about the origin of this book.

The blind old man couldn't figure out whether Lin Han really didn't know or was just pretending to be confused in order to test his attitude.

"Two hundred thousand."

The blind old man said this in a decisive tone, and then he pricked up his ears to listen to Lin Han's reaction.

Lin Han said nothing, put the book into a moisture-proof bag, winked at Zhuang Yao, stood up and left.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!”

The blind old man got anxious and reached out to grab Lin Han.

Lin Han dodged it with a quick move.

Then, he stood up hurriedly and chased after Lin Han.

I don’t know how this blind old man identified by his surroundings, but he grabbed Lin Han’s arm accurately.

"Little brother, don't be anxious. You sell and I buy, how can we not discuss it?"

As he spoke, he pulled Lin Han and tried to drag him back to the stall they had been standing at.

Lin Han didn't move: "Uncle, that price can't be negotiated. I think you know what's good, but you treat me like a fool!"

Lin Han did not hide anything and said directly:

"The paper is from the Sui Dynasty, and the calligraphy is from the Qing Dynasty. You can't even buy a dime of these two things with 200,000 yuan!"

After listening to Lin Han, the blind old man chuckled.

He had miscalculated.

I thought Lin Han knew nothing.

Now it seems that Lin Han not only knows the dynasty of paper, but also knows some of its origins.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have secretly come to this ghost market!

The blind old man quickly admitted his mistake:

"Yes, blame me, blame me... You tested me with red sandalwood, but you won't let me test you?"

Lin Han, who had originally planned to leave, couldn't help but feel less angry after hearing what he said.

As his heart relaxed, his body went limp and he was dragged back to the stall by the blind old man.

At this time, a little light had appeared in the distant sky.

The vision is better than before.

Then, the stall owners around did not look relaxed at all.

On the contrary, everyone became nervous.

Several stall owners seemed to be urging customers to make a quick decision.

The blind old man picked up his two little skeletons on the ground, looked at the horizon, turned around and asked Lin Han how they came about.

“I drove here.”

The blind old man leaned close to Lin Han's ear and whispered an address, then resumed normal communication: "Tonight at twelve o'clock, go to the address I just told you."

"What place?"

The blind old man whispered back, "A place where I can buy your things."

Lin Han did not answer, and the blind old man did not say anything more.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards the cemetery.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the stall owners on both sides of the road have begun to pack up their things.

Although the sky was getting brighter, Lin Han still couldn't see their faces clearly. Most of them were wearing loose black clothes and had their heads lowered.

Only a rough outline can be made out.

Lin Han pulled Zhuang Yao, and the two hurriedly ran out of the building.

After finding the car, opening the door, getting in, and closing the door, the two of them finally felt relieved.

When we returned to the banker's villa, it was already past six in the morning.

Zhuang Kaiyuan had just woken up and was practicing Tai Chi in the yard.

Seeing Lin Han and Zhuang Yao coming back exhausted, he was shocked.

"What are you doing?"

Zhuang Yao lied casually:

"Going to the bar!"

What?

Going to the bar?

Zhuang Kaiyuan looked at his precious daughter and future son-in-law.

The two men were wearing black clothes, black pants, and black baseball caps. If you didn't know better, you would think they were thieves.

Wearing this to a bar?

Zhuang Kaiyuan's eyes, like radar, scanned Zhuang Yao.

Finally, he discovered the flaw!

Zhuang Kaiyuan stopped what he was doing, and chased Zhuang Yao from the yard to the living room.

"You little bastard, why are you bringing that thing to a bar?"

Um?

Zhuang Yao touched her back pocket.

He forced a smile at his father and ran upstairs.

Zhuang Kaiyuan turned around and asked Lin Han again.

Lin Han took out the moisture-proof bag from his pocket.

"We went to take a look and find a buyer."

"What?"

Zhuang Kaiyuan was dumbfounded, thought for a moment and said:

"You really are! Hey! Lin Han, don't worry about this book anymore!"

"I bought it in the first place. If anything goes wrong, I, the Zhuang family, will take care of it!"

Lin Han did not give a direct answer, but just nodded without comment.

After returning to the villa where he lived, Zhuang Yao caught up with him soon.

Lin Han was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, resting. Zhuang Yao lay down beside him and casually placed an arm on his chest.

Zhuang Yao raised her face, and there seemed to be a small flame in her eyes as she stared at Lin Han's profile.

"What's that blind old man holding?"