Rebirth of an Ugly Girl Turned Around

The sunset in the sky slowly turned the clouds red, Qiao Yi'an and Luo Shan stayed in the antique street all day, they were too tired after shopping all day, so they took a rest in the box of the hotel for a while.

Now the time is approaching 6 pm, and the two of them have to go to the original place to gather and wait for someone to pick them up, and then compete with several other people.

During this period of time, Qiao Yi'an and Luo Shan visited many places, but they couldn't find anything suitable. The antiques they could find were either placed in shops that had already been identified by others, or those stalls. The boss deliberately placed it on it, very eye-catching to lure customers to come to the door.

Furthermore, there are those antiques that are often seen with little collection value and very recent years.

Both Qiao Yi'an and Luo Shan looked down on those things, so they also planned to leave and go home.

After all, Qiao Yi'an is a little regretful. After all, she still didn't find something more valuable to collect than this Ming Dynasty agarwood woodcarved landscape figure pen holder as planned. She was also a little nervous because of this, and she didn't know if she could do it. win this game.

After all, she didn't know what collectibles Deng Wenchang and Zhao Zihao bought.

Luo Shan is not very familiar with the Antique Street in Xinghai City. Naturally, he doesn't know many ways, but Zhao Zihao is a native of Xinghai, and he has studied here for such a long time with the director of the ancestors. The curator should also bring them to this antique street to find out the doorway inside.

Just like the first time she met old man Wu, many stall owners would keep good things, and those who were not regular customers would not even take them out to give them a glance. Qiao Yi'an believed in this situation, and it was often seen on this antique street. Deng Wenchang came here from Kyoto, and it was probably the first time he came into contact with the antique market in Xinghai City. Qiao Yi'an was naturally not in a hurry, she didn't believe that she was In the case of possessing abilities, it will be worse than the other party.

But this can't stand it no matter what, the stall owners have good things not to sell.

If so, no matter how powerful Qiao Yi'an's abilities are, he still can't detect everything in the other party's house.

And even if she finds out that the stall owner doesn't sell it, Qiao Yi'an has nothing to do.

People without thought, he must worry about.

With 70% regret and 30% worry, Qiao Yi'an followed Luo Shan to the outside of Antique Street...

We had only walked halfway along the road, but saw a lot of people surrounded by a booth in front, and the voices of low-pitched conversations in the crowd were endless, Qiao Yi'an and the two showed curiosity in their eyes, and followed the flow of people to the booth. go.

The stall was an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a white old man's shirt, with a lot of yellow mud on his trousers. The old man lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face, but a five or six-year-old girl was standing next to him. His face was pale, but his head was covered with cold sweat and he collapsed beside his legs. Looking at his sweaty face, it was obvious that he was seriously ill.

On the simple stall of the white snakeskin bag shop, there were seven old things that looked a little old.

The biggest one is a big-bellied Maitreya Buddha made of copper. It is about 30 centimeters high and looks extremely heavy. The smallest one is a glass mirror the size of a palm. These things look old, but they are not It looks like an old thing with a long history, but it looks like a random rummage found in a small farmyard.