Chapter 51 The Belief in Ghosts and Gods 4
No one knew when this jinx had arrived. She floated in mid-air, waved her hand, and the snuff bottle floated into her hand.
The enamel snuff bottle was exquisite and beautiful, and the birds on it were even more vivid and lively, yet the female ghost said it was fake.
Neither the Zheng family uncle nor nephew dared to ask her the reason. As for whether they believed what she said, at least on the surface, they appeared to believe her sincerely.
This female ghost possesses extraordinary powers, so it's not surprising that she could discern the authenticity of the object from Zheng Xia and Zheng Laoqi. However, humans and ghosts are different, and ghosts enjoy playing tricks on humans. The real fear is that this female ghost is toying with them.
Zheng Laoqi forced a smile and said, "If Miss says it's fake, then it must be fake. Thank you for your help, Miss, to help us uncle and nephew."
Luo Shu smiled slightly and went back to the inner room. The Zheng family uncle and nephew quickly followed, since the snuff bottle was still in the hands of the evil star.
Luo Shu had already nestled back into the mahogany chair, one hand supporting her head, her legs crossed and leaning against one side, her jade-white toes loosely wearing sandals, tapping the marble tiles absently.
Luo Shusheng's stunning beauty and alluring charm, along with her graceful figure, made those who saw her blush.
No wonder, since ancient times, the words "ghost" and "beauty" have been associated together.
That's so apt!
The uncle and nephew standing to the side were pale. Zheng Laoqi was alright; his skin was slightly dark, and he had been out in the wind and rain all year round, so he was relatively calm at this moment.
Zheng Xia's handsome face turned deathly pale. When he glanced at Luo Shu's jade-white toes, he shuddered. No matter how alluring she was, she was still a sinister ghost.
Zheng Xia truly didn't have the guts to even fantasize about her.
Their line of work is inherently shady, so they are more averse to these things than most people.
Luo Shu played with the snuff bottle for a while before tossing it to Zheng Laoqi. Zheng Laoqi had been watching Luo Shu closely, and his attention was immediately on edge when he saw her make a move.
Then the evil spirit threw the snuff bottle at him.
Zheng Laoqi caught it and held the little thing in his hand, finally feeling relieved.
He had no interest in keeping it at this point. His ancestor said it was fake, and if he went against his word and took it back, it might cause another uproar.
Forget it, if it's fake, I'll just consider it luck; if it's real, I'll just consider it bad luck.
Try to think more positively.
The Zheng family uncle and nephew exchanged a glance, understood each other's meaning, and gave each other a knowing look.
Old Zheng then said obsequiously, "Miss, this is my nephew. He brought this snuff bottle. You see, he wants to return it now. What do you think?"
He didn't say the rest, but everyone present was intelligent.
Luo Shu kept her eyes fixed on the television screen, which had resumed playing cartoons, not even glancing at the Zheng family uncle and nephew. She simply said, "What he wants to do is none of my business."
Well, since that's what he said, Zheng Xia bowed respectfully to Luo Shu again, and then went outside with Zheng Laoqi.
Once they reached the outer room, the two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zheng Xia didn't want to stay any longer. He wasn't as bold as his seventh uncle and couldn't stand it any longer. He took the snuff bottle and prepared to leave.
Zheng Laoqi didn't leave any nephew behind either; it would be best if the next generation of the Zheng family's pillars could stay out of this mess.
"Uncle, I'll be going now."
Zheng Xia packed his things, straightened his backpack, and then grasped Zheng Laoqi's hand, his eyes filled with sorrow and heaviness.
Zheng Laoqi gripped his hand tightly and then let go: "Yes, you go back first. We'll do this business as Miss wishes."
After Zheng Xia left, Zheng Laoqi went into the inner room to clean up the roast duck that Luo Shu had finished eating.
When I bought this roast duck, it was golden and glossy with a wonderful aroma. But now it looks dull and lifeless, without even a trace of fragrance.
Zheng Laoqi was quick and efficient. He packed the food up and took it out to throw away. He had also observed that stray cats and dogs wouldn't eat the things he threw away.
The idea of ghosts and spirits is not credible.
The facts before her eyes left her no choice but to believe it.
That day, Luo Shu wanted to eat popsicles, so she asked Zheng Laoqi to go out and buy some. They went to an ice cream shop, and there was a small shop three doors down from their shop. Zheng Laoqi quickly went to buy some, without even closing the door.
He had barely left when his four brothers who had gone to Shanxi Province returned.
Upon entering, they immediately sensed a chill unlike anything outside, and exchanged a glance.
Inviting a god is easy, but sending him away is difficult. That evil star definitely wasn't sent away; it's probably still inside.
The four people weren't in a hurry to go inside. The four middle-aged men waited silently at the door, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
When Zheng Laoqi returned carrying a bag of popsicles, he saw several brothers standing at the door. His expression changed slightly, he nodded to them, and then led them inside.
Five grown men were crammed into one room. The shop was already small, but now it felt even smaller, making it difficult to even turn around.
But no one mentioned going to the inner room. Zheng Laoqi ignored them, carried a bag of popsicles into the inner room, and the others followed him in.
As before, she took out an incense stick and stuck it into the ice cream. With a click of the lighter, the orange flame flickered and the incense was lit. It burned very quickly, and all the white smoke was inhaled into Luo Shu's mouth and nose.
Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes were half-closed, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She possessed all the charm and allure of the world, and her beauty was so captivating that it could make one's soul go haywire.
The four dusty men in front of her didn't dare to look at her for long. They bowed respectfully and then left the inner room in order.
Zheng Laoqi cleaned up the popsicles he had finished eating. They no longer had the sweet aroma of food, but they hadn't melted at all. Instead, they were even colder and harder, chilling to the bone.
"Miss, I need to go talk to a few of my brothers. The shop will be closed for the day."
His voice was respectful and reasonable. Luo Shu's red lips curved slightly, clearly she had just enjoyed a delicious meal and was in a good mood. She waved her hand and said, "Go on, I'm going to watch TV, don't bother me."
Zheng Laoqi left with a few brothers, carrying popsicles. Before leaving, he turned on all the indoor lights, as Luo Shu had requested.
The roller shutter at the entrance was also lowered, and the indoor light bulbs shone with a blinding white light.
Before leaving, Luo Shu glanced at Zheng Laoqi and the other men. Their brows were etched with dark energy, suggesting their deaths were imminent.
Tsk, what does this have to do with her?
Luo Shu looked away from the roller shutter and continued watching the anime.
Meanwhile, Zheng Laoqi and his group of five went to the second floor of the self-built building. The building had eight floors and a rooftop terrace.
They live on the second floor themselves, which serves as a temporary resting place, while the other floors are rented out, generating a considerable income.
This is also thanks to their grandfather's sharp eye; he came to Shenzhen early on, bought several plots of land, and built his own house. Now this building is worth at least several million yuan, and it will continue to rise in value.
However, this is the foundation of the Zheng family, and it is not something they can easily sell.
Besides, you can't just lie around waiting for food to come in; living off your savings isn't a way to live.
The legacy they built is the foundation upon which their descendants will stand.
The thinnest one among them was Zheng Laojiu. Although he looked tired, he was very excited and said in a low voice:
"Seventh Brother, this is a batch of hot goods. I think it looks pretty good. They just came out of the pit. Shall we go take a look together tomorrow?"
As he spoke, he took out a red underglaze plate from his bag. The plate had two rims missing, and the pattern was somewhat illegible, but the patina was thick, revealing a beautiful and delicate color. The foot was smoothly finished. Judging from the shape and the painting technique, it was undoubtedly from the Yuan Dynasty.
That would be a big deal.
Looking at the chipped underglaze red plate, Zheng Laoqi frowned slightly and said, "We should go and take a good look at it."
However, there's a jinx in this house, which is really difficult to deal with.
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