Chapter 30
Unexpectedly, when Qu Wenheng saw the bronze dagger, his expression changed on the spot.
He immediately had the bronze dagger placed in a separate room and told people not to get close to it.
That night, he wanted to use magic to seal the sword spirit of the bronze dagger, but he suddenly died while casting the spell.
Qu Wenheng died before he could be rescued.
The autopsy report showed that his internal organs were shattered and he died on the spot.
Since then, the bronze dagger has remained there, no one dared to approach it, and no one dared to do anything to it.
Only at this point did Zhou Jinxiong realize his own stupidity.
He thought of Jin Chaochao.
An unknown little girl suddenly bought a shop and dug out a treasure chest from under the shop.
If she didn't have some skills, how could she find the treasure chest so accurately.
He also analyzed the whole process of Jin Chaochao finding the treasure chest and handing over the treasure.
It can be seen that she was only interested in the bronze dagger and was ready to hand in other antiques.
Now I come to the Fu family and see the antiques in Mr. Fu’s hands.
He became more certain of this idea.
Jin Chaochao is not a greedy person, he just judges others by his own standards.
After listening to his story, Jin Chaochao put down the teacup in her hand, and her expression gradually became serious.
When she got the dagger, although she felt the sword spirit's aura was very strong, it did not contain any murderous intent.
She looked up and said, "I told you to find a quiet place to settle down, didn't you listen to me?"
Zhou Jinxiong confessed with a guilty conscience, "We were looking for a quiet place, but when we found new cultural relics, many people came to see them, and it caused quite a stir for a long time."
Jin Chaochao held his forehead with his hand, "Now that things have come to this, I'll go with you. After all, I dug out the things, so I should be responsible."
But Qu Wenheng's death was really his own fault.
As a member of the Xuanmen, even if you are not well-versed in the skills, you should have a clear understanding of yourself.
He actually tried to seal such a powerful sword spirit.
He really didn't have any clear understanding of his own strength.
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Jin Chaochao followed Zhou Jinxiong in the darkness to the top-secret collection room at the back of the museum.
There were six or seven people in the collection room, cleaning up the mess made by the bronze dagger.
There were broken glass and porcelain fragments everywhere, and even some of the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were damaged by the sword energy.
Not to mention that Zhou Jinxiong was heartbroken after seeing it, even Jin Chaochao couldn't help but frown when she saw it.
The museum’s losses are probably incalculable.
Passing through the storage room full of debris, we came to a separate room.
The door was closed and there were two young soldiers guarding it.
Zhou Jinxiong stood at the door and looked at Jin Chaochao, who lowered her head embarrassedly. "The bronze dagger is inside. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
Jin Chaochao walked forward and pushed open the door.
The room was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly.
Because all the lights in the room were broken.
Jin Chaochao took out a night-shining pearl from her bag, and the dazzling light instantly illuminated the dark night as bright as day.
The moment Zhou Jinxiong saw the night pearl, his eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock, as if an egg could fit in it.
He had lived for so many years, but had never seen such a big night-shining pearl.
And as far as he knew, there seemed to be no record of this night pearl.
He pointed at Jin Chaochao, and it took him a long time to make a sound, "This, this, this...can't it be fake...no no no, fake ones can't be this bright...Miss Jin, Miss Jin..."
Jin Chaochao spoke without turning his head, "Xuanmen ancestral inheritance!"
Zhou Jinxiong shut his mouth instantly.
I don't dare to have any thoughts.
Jin Chaochao walked to the bronze dagger, looked at the dagger placed on the knife rack, and reached out to gently touch the hilt.
"You don't like it here, right!" Jin Chaochao's delicate fingertips stroked the sharp blade of the dagger.
Suddenly, a sword energy gushed out, brushed past Jin Chaochao's fingertips and flew straight towards Zhou Jinxiong's face.
Jin Chaochao's face changed and he shouted angrily, "Stop!"
Zhou Jinxiong felt as if his neck was cut by a knife, and for a moment, the aura of death seemed to solidify.
He even felt that his breathing was blocked.
“Snap!”
Zhou Jinxiong's reading glasses broke into several pieces. The glasses broke into two pieces in the middle and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.
He took a few steps back and felt goosebumps all over his body.
Jin Chaochao clearly felt that the sword spirit was very angry towards Zhou Jinxiong.
If it had insisted on hurting her just now, her fingers would definitely have been injured.
However, it didn't hurt her at all.
Its actions clearly express its dissatisfaction with this place.
"Okay, I know you don't like it here. I'm going to take you away now, but you have to control your temper."
The bronze dagger no longer reacts.
Jin Chaochao took the rosewood box, found the brocade cloth to wrap the dagger, and put it back into the box.
She held the box and looked at Zhou Jinxiong, who was sweating profusely. "I'll take this bronze dagger with me. If you insist on keeping it, it will definitely cause more trouble later."
Zhou Jinxiong didn't dare to say another word.
At his age, he's almost having a heart attack.
"Miss Jin, I was wrong. I should have listened to you that day. You could have taken not only this sword, but also any antiques that were unearthed that day that you liked."
Jin Chaochao shook her head. "They are just a few antiques. They are of no value to me. You guys can keep them!"
Zhou Jinxiong sent Jin Chaochao to the car and witnessed her taking away the bronze dagger. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
It was really a close call just now, if Jin Chaochao hadn’t shouted.
He had no doubt that the sword energy would pierce his neck and kill him on the spot.
It is really easier to invite a god than to send him away. If he had known that day would happen, he should have talked more with Jin Chaochao.
This Jin Chaochao is also remarkable. Although she is very young, she is calm and tactful in dealing with things. She never argues or quarrels, but she has taught him a profound lesson.
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Jin Chaochao returned to the room and opened the box of the dagger.
Grandma held her chin up and looked at the sword spirit in the box, and immediately raised her eyebrows, "Chao Chao, this thing doesn't seem to be convinced!"
The bronze dagger hummed and a stream of sword energy rushed towards grandma.
The old lady was immediately amused when she saw it. "Good fellow, he still has such a bad temper. I'll bury him in the manure pit soon. I wonder how he can behave like this."
The sword energy was frightened and dispersed halfway.
Jin Chaochao was indeed a little annoyed with this sword spirit, so she responded, "I think it's okay. I wanted to bring it back to help it complete its merits, but it seems like it doesn't know how to restrain itself. Who knows what kind of trouble it will cause in the future. I might as well throw it into the cesspool, out of sight, out of mind."
It took sword spirits thousands of years to cultivate their intelligence, and they hate filthy things the most.
If you throw it into the cesspool, your practice will be ruined.
The sword spirit was instantly frightened. After all, by following Jin Chaochao, it could absorb the blessing power from her to help it practice.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have put all its strength into making such a big noise.
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