Then he looked at her sideways with gentle eyes, "It's fine, just that you're too busy, there's nothing wrong."

Shangguan Qing kept his eyes closed, with no expression on his face, "......Is that so."

Oh, you lie!

......

The car arrived at the door of Dengqing Antique Shop.

The wind from the beach hit my face, and it was a little hot and humid.

Shangguan Qing walked to the store door and opened it, and found that Mu Cheng had followed him.

She was a little confused, "Aren't you going home?"

Mu Cheng explained with a smile, "I saw some beautiful antiques in your shop last time, so I wanted to buy a few."

The two men stood at the door in a stalemate for a while, and Shangguan Qing finally let him in.

The air is filled with a faint scent of agarwood, isolating it from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Mu Cheng's eyes moved among the dazzling array of antiques, and finally stopped on an ancient blue and white porcelain vase.

The glaze of the porcelain vase is as smooth as jade, and the blue and white pattern is lifelike.

He gently stretched out his hand and slowly slid his fingertips across the delicate glaze surface of the bottle.

You can tell it’s good stuff at first glance.

"This is very nice, I want to buy it," he asked again, "By the way, do you have any antiques like daggers or short knives? It would be best if the knife was inlaid with many jewels."

Shangguan Qing raised his eyes and looked at him meaningfully.

The description is so detailed, it seems you have wanted it for a long time.

When she was cleaning, she did find a short knife with a luminous pearl inlaid on the scabbard.

Since he wants...

She shook her head. "No, but does the blue and white porcelain vase you just touched have a story you want to hear?"

Mu Cheng, "What story?"

Shangguan Qing smiled evilly, "It is said that his master offended the local officials, and his whole family was imprisoned and sentenced to death. But the local officials thought that his death was too easy, so they chopped him into minced meat. Well, the blue and white porcelain will be used to hold his master's body."

She pointed to the water stains on the bottle and said, "The yellow part at the mouth of the bottle is the minced meat he dried."

"Ugh! Yue..."

Mu Cheng couldn't bear it. His stomach was churning with nausea, and his hands, which had just been touched, felt so dirty.

He ran outside to the sink and rinsed it repeatedly until his skin turned red.

Shangguan Qing was standing at the front desk sorting things out, with the corner of his mouth tilted to one side.

Buy it, buy one without making any noise.

Mu Cheng wiped the water off his hands, but he still felt traumatized. He didn't even want to stay in the antique shop. He just exchanged a few polite words and left.

Shangguan Qing watched Mu Cheng's back as he left in embarrassment, a playful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

She walked out from the front desk and closed the shop door.

Then he opened the drawer in the corner of the front desk, and the dagger he had seen before was lying inside.

The night pearl on it emitted bright silver light again the moment she opened the drawer.

How strange, it was on last time too.

She took it in her hand and examined it carefully. Apart from the luxurious decorations on the handle and scabbard, everything else was no different. In the homes of ancient royal families, it was just an ordinary toy.

Just as she was wondering why Mu Cheng was looking for it, Youxuan appeared in a cloud of white mist.

"Sir, I found it!"

He trotted over to Shangguan Qing with Mu Cheng's Book of Life and Death.

"But sir, I have seen his life trajectory, and it couldn't be more ordinary."

This is the life of most people: go to school, work, get married, have children, and finally grow old.

Compared to Cheng Ji's Book of Life and Death, Mu Cheng's life couldn't be more ordinary.

Shangguan Qing opened the book of life and death, which looked like a memorial, and looked through his previous experiences.

"I studied abroad in high school and worked abroad for a while after graduating from college, just like many second-generation rich people."

She looked through Mu Cheng's future life again. "After his parents passed away, he inherited the Mu family's fortune. Everything was very routine. Do you think such an ordinary person would be the one to help me cross the reincarnation?"

Especially after finding a man like Cheng Ji who was doomed to die, it was difficult for her to convince herself that Mu Cheng was the one she was looking for.

Youxuan was also a little unsure.

He scratched his head, "Sir, how about we go ask Hades?"

She was furious when she thought of Hades, so he told her to find a man who had the mark of the red spider lily and could summon her by shedding blood, but he didn't explain clearly how the other person could help her walk to the bridge to the afterlife.

Shangguan Qing complained, "He won't talk even if you ask him. He's as stubborn as a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard."

Youxuan stood nearby timidly and didn't dare to speak.

In the underworld, besides Meng Po, only Lord Shangguan dares to curse the King of Hell.

She handed the short knife to Youxuan, "Give it to Hades and tell him that I will go get it from him after a week or so, as soon as my spiritual power recovers."

Shangguan Qing is unable to keep it now, what if one of them is taken away by Mu Cheng?

It is safest to leave it to Pluto.

Youxuan took it in his hand, shook it twice and then put it away.

"As you command, my Lord."

He suddenly moved his tiger ears up and down, his expression suddenly serious, "Sir, Cheng Ji is on his way and will be at the door in five minutes."

"He seems to be drunk. Do you need me to send him away?"

Shangguan Qing's eyes were a little dazed, and he slowly said, "No, you go back to the underworld first."

......

Cheng Ji stood less than a hundred meters away from Deng Qing Antique Shop, surrounded by a circle of bodyguards.

The sea breeze blew wildly on him, and perhaps it was the sand that ran into his eyes, gradually turning them red.

Li Yang walked behind him and said, "Mr. Cheng, the group has a meeting at 4 pm. Please..."

He shouldn't be too direct.

Cheng Ji hummed coldly, his face still slightly red from the evaporation of alcohol.

"Just wait here for me. Give me the things and I'll go in by myself."

Li Yang handed him a small luggage bag.

Cheng Ji strode towards the antique shop. The sea breeze had clearly become weaker, but the sandstorm was even stronger, making his eyes swell and hurt, and even the tip of his nose felt sore.

He raised his hand, ready to knock.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from inside the door, "Just come in."

He withdrew his hand angrily and pushed open the door with a complicated expression.

Shangguan Qing lay on the sofa by the window with his eyes closed, with sandalwood in front of him and the endless sea behind him.

She slowly raised her eyes and glanced at the bag in his hand, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Ji put the things on the coffee table and was about to leave with a tough attitude, but when he saw her, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

He opened the bag, his tone still gentle, "The things you used before, including cosmetics and clothes, are useless in Cheng's house, so I brought them here for you."

Cheng Ji just wanted to find a reason to see her.

Shangguan Qing didn't expose it either.

I sat up, rummaged through the things inside, and saw the sexy pajamas I had worn in town before. I almost laughed out loud.

She hooked a thin layer of fabric with her fingers, and raised a hint of teasing at the corner of her mouth, "Why do I remember that I left it at the hotel? Why is it here?"