Upon hearing Liao Zhiyuan's words, Zhao Youliang immediately showed a face full of envy.
"Oh? You deal in antiques? You must be incredibly rich!"
"Yes." Liao Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly: "We must have money."
"Let's go visit Uncle Zhao Fei this Chinese New Year, he'll give us at least 10,000 yuan in red envelopes."
"Oh right, the medicine bottle you showed me last time, the one the young general gave you, it's an antique."
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be a painting from the late Han Dynasty."
(For details, please refer to Chapter 0227 of this book: Strange Pills)
(Once I drank too much and posted two chapters in one chapter. If you can't find the chapter I mentioned, it must be in the previous chapter. Oops!)
(But the chapter titles are correct...)
After Liao Zhiyuan finished speaking, Zhao Youliang was so shocked that he almost jumped up.
"What?! The young general just casually tossed me antiques?! Han Dynasty porcelain at that?!"
"Little Liao, that must be worth a lot of money... Wait a minute, don't mention the price yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."
"Let me rest for a while... I'll sit down and rest for a bit."
"I'm afraid that after you finish speaking, I'll scream and faint, then fall down..."
Looking at Zhao Youliang's naive and unsophisticated appearance, Liao Zhiyuan smiled wryly.
"Quantum Bro, you don't need to get so worked up, because that bottle can't be sold at all!"
"If you sell it and someone with ulterior motives finds out, you'll be in big trouble!"
"Firstly, it's so well preserved, it looks brand new; secondly, it was made by Zhang Bao, the second leader of the Taiping Sect, and the craftsmanship is something that modern science simply cannot explain."
"Ah? Is that so..." Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang felt a mix of emotions.
He had hoped to sell it for a few million, which would allow him to finally rise above his former status and sing praises of his life...
As they spoke, the three of them had already cleaned up the barbecue stall.
After sending Yingchun's wife home, Liao Zhiyuan went back to the coffin shop to sleep alone, while the big yellow dog led Zhao Youliang towards the paper-making shop.
"Oh my god, Brother Dog, slow down! I really can't run anymore!"
"I drank a bit too much tonight, I'm about to throw up!"
The big yellow dog, unusually, gave Zhao Youliang face and actually slowed down upon hearing this, though its eyes were full of contempt.
Helpless, Zhao Youliang could only pant and force a smile.
"Oh my god, Dog Bro, you're in such good shape, you don't look like a dog who's almost a hundred years old at all."
"At this rate, they could ruin female dogs for another decade or more without any problem!"
When the big yellow dog's happy life was mentioned, Zhao Youliang instinctively thought of his own problems and immediately felt sad.
The "humans are worse than dogs" series continues...
Just then, the big yellow dog, which had been standing tall and proud, suddenly stopped and looked warily toward the end of the alley.
At the same time, it barked and kept backing away.
Zhao Youliang was very familiar with this scene; there must be something dirty ahead, something very sinister.
Otherwise, the thugs wouldn't back down; instead, they would charge forward and beat them up.
"Holy crap, no way!"
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang also retreated along with the dog, and he decisively decided to take a detour home.
After all, we can't even finish dealing with our own affairs, there's really no need to create unnecessary trouble.
But as the saying goes: what is meant to be will be, and what is meant to be will be.
Just as the man and dog retreated a short distance and were about to turn around and run away, a burst of giggling laughter suddenly came from the direction of the alley entrance.
Amid the laughter, the male puppet walked out mechanically, with a ghostly infant riding on its neck.
It's the same one that was in the cave earlier, the one that was looking for a doll to fight.
Upon seeing that it was actually a doll, Zhao Youliang was relieved.
To reiterate: with the balance of power shifting, Zhao Youliang is no longer afraid of him.
"Oh my god, it's my brother! I had no idea who it was."
"Is that your child you're carrying? You and my sister had a baby so soon?"
Congratulations!
"Just live a good life, don't beat or scold your wife all the time, or take your anger out on her!"
The male doll did not speak, but trembled all over upon hearing this.
It sounded like anger, and also like fear.
In fact, Zhao Youliang didn't expect the male doll to be able to answer him—he wasn't stupid, and he had naturally sensed the malevolent aura emanating from the ghost infant, which was far more terrifying than the male doll.
They're not even on the same level!
The purpose of saying the above is simply to lull the other party into a false sense of security, or to buy time.
As you can see, in the short time it took to say just a few words, Zhao Youliang and his dog had already retreated to the alley entrance, and then turned around and ran away.
Chang Jie, who was being held up by Zhao Youliang, was puffing on his cigarette while muttering to himself.
"We should just run. We can't beat that kid at all."
"I'm not blind now. I can tell that guy is even more sinister than the Ghost King. He must be a ghost immortal."
"Ghosts, ghost immortals?! There really are ghost immortals!!" With a sigh, Zhao Youliang ran even faster.
It even outpaced the four-legged yellow dog, and one of its shoes flew off.
"Eggs, little eggs, are ghosts and immortals particularly eerie?"
Upon hearing this, Chang Jie slowly shook his head: "It's not particularly strange, just average."
"At the very least, I can't beat my eldest uncle, my second uncle, my third uncle..."
The strange story of the Chang family's direct descendants continued like this, going all the way up to the seventh uncle, and then saying that they still couldn't beat my father, my mother, and my stepmother.
Zhao Youliang's face darkened as he listened: "Egg Boy, I know your family is powerful."
"I'm asking how much more sinister ghosts and spirits can they be compared to our sect?"
Chang Jie wasn't very bright. After thinking for a moment, he slumped softly onto the eggshell with a thud, grinning and sticking out his tongue.
Zhao Youliang: "......"
"Egg Boy, what's wrong with you? Did you get dizzy from smoking?!"
"No." Chang Jie remained slumped on the eggshell and did not get up.
"Aren't you going to ask how it compares to our branch? I'll show you."
"That kid could wipe out our entire gang with a single slap... except for Big Yellow Dog and Brother Prisoner."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang stopped talking and instead sped up again, throwing off his other shoe as well.
The big yellow dog stared in astonishment at Zhao Youliang, who was running ahead of it.
After dodging the flying smelly shoe, he kicked his legs hard, but no matter what he did, he couldn't catch up with Zhao Youliang in front of him.
On the other side, the ghost baby carried by the male doll didn't chase after them at all. It just stood there, or rather, rode on the doll's neck and chuckled coldly.
"It was clearly you who caused the trouble, yet I'm the one who got punished."
"Zhao Youliang, is that it? I'll make sure your soul is annihilated!"
As he said all this, the ghost baby's face was contorted with rage.
Then it extended its sharp, ghostly claws and viciously clawed from the male doll's jaw to his forehead, leaving a long, bloody gash.
Despite trembling with pain, the male doll dared not resist at all.
His face, on the contrary, revealed the obsequiousness of a traitor encountering a Japanese soldier.
This demeanor is completely different from when he was abusing female dolls...
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