167 Blue and White Porcelain (2)

nth, you can earn millions!""Well, it's alright I guess," Archie scratched his head and chuckled twice. "It can't compare to the boss's, though. The boss throws around tens or hundreds of millions at...Lin Yanhuan's helpless expression, for some reason, made me feel a little cold.

He thinks I'm petty, doesn't he

"Young Master Lin, this thing is too heavy with negative energy. Keeping it in your office will have a bad effect on you. Although there's something called "Five Ghosts Gathering Wealth," the things it attracts are not suitable for you." I tried to explain to him: "The Yin Lei Jue I used has an effect on it, which means this thing is afraid of it. Otherwise, why would it shatter out of thin air"

Lin Yanhuan chuckled, "I'm not saying I don't believe you, it's just that this thing was brought to me by my mom from Situ Lin. If she knew it was broken…"

"...I'm really sorry." I said coldly.

The reputation of the Situ family is something we can't compare to. Lin Yanhuan probably thinks I'm jealous of my peers, right

"Xiao Qiao, don't be angry."

I smiled: "Young Master Lin, you're joking. I should be the one apologizing for damaging a valuable item. Besides, I don't have money to pay for it. That's why I'm still here to borrow some from you."

I myself feel so pathetic, people don't believe my advice at all, and I have to be embarrassed to borrow money.

"Don't say you're borrowing, how much do you need" Lin Yanhuan asked crisply.

"Ten thousand yuan."

"Will ten thousand be enough" He frowned, perhaps that amount seemed insignificant to him. He hadn't expected me to have to ask to borrow such a small sum of money.

"That's enough, I'll return it as soon as I have the money."

He immediately asked for my card number and personally used his phone to pay.

I really didn't want to talk to him much, but I couldn't help reminding him: "Young Master Lin, be careful when dealing with Situ Lin, he's not an ordinary person."

Lin Yan nodded, not sure if he had listened to my advice.

When I got home and checked my phone, Lin Yanhuan had transferred 500,000 yuan to me. I immediately transferred 400,000 yuan back to him, leaving only 100,000 yuan for Chen Laotou.

“Xiao Qiao, sometimes I really don’t know how to describe you… Your stubbornness is truly… Whether you borrow 100,000 or 500,000, it makes no difference in his eyes, and whether you repay the money, he doesn’t care at all. We are so poor now… Okay, okay, don’t glare at me.” My brother couldn’t help but purse his lips.

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On New Year's Day, we received a call from a long-time businessman dealing in esoteric objects. He was an old client of my father's and lived in the neighboring county. He specialized in reselling various occult items from folk traditions.

This merchant's name is Lao Qi. He got into this business following my father's lead to become wealthy. On the phone, my brother said that he didn't want to touch anything bad during Chinese New Year, and he insisted that we come and have a look. He also promised to pay us 100,000 yuan for our trouble.

My brother's eyes lit up when he heard about the NT$100,000, it was like the God of Wealth had arrived!

This county town is very close to the scenic area where Shen's family lives. My brother and I discussed it and decided to take the opportunity to visit Shen's family during the New Year to inquire about my husband from the underworld.

We're both at a loss right now, with no one to guide us. We can only explore on our own.

Lao Mo Qi caught up with us at the crossroads. There's a well in his yard that is now covered by stone slabs.

“My two nephews, I also know that Uncle Mu is still recuperating and dare not trouble him. Originally, I didn't dare to ask you to come and see, but this matter is too eerie. I’ve done business for so many years and have never seen such a strange sight. Recently, I heard about your reputation, and it seems that you are surpassing the master. That’s why I dared to ask you to come and take a look.”

Lao Mo said as he took out a black briefcase and handed it to us. My brother opened it, and inside there were 100,000 yuan.

"Uncle Mo, we haven't finished our work yet, what are you doing—"

"Here you go, your dad's in the hospital. I didn't do anything to show my concern, and it's been weighing on me." He waved his hand generously.

This old geezer, my dad has been hospitalized for half a year! You should have come to visit if you had any conscience. Now you're asking us to do things for you and trying to sell us favors at the same time, what a shrewd one.

My brother is motivated purely by money. He'll do anything for the right price, regardless of who it is or what kind of person they are.

In this circle, human relationships are as thin as paper.

Lao Qi simply explained the situation. He had found a broken porcelain piece from a scrap collector in the village earlier. At first glance, he knew there was something to it. The porcelain was at least a hundred years old and exuded an eerie coldness.

Porcelain items are only worth one tenth of their original value once they are broken, but he doesn't care. He thinks about buying them back, gluing them together, and then sunning them to dispel the bad luck. Reselling them as antiques could also fool a lot of people.

He finally bought it for two hundred yuan, thinking he could swindle a hundred or eight thousand with just any excuse. Coincidentally, there were two sunny days, so he placed it in the courtyard near the well to bask in the sun. When his daughter was catching a cat, the cat accidentally knocked over the porcelain, scaring her half to death. She quickly picked up the porcelain, and in her haste, she cut her finger.

The most taboo thing about the evil object is that it has been stained with blood. That night, he saw his daughter walking into the courtyard in the middle of the night, dancing like she was practicing. The next day, he scolded his daughter a few times, saying that she shouldn't be dancing at night and should be sleeping well. However, that night, he saw his daughter walk into the courtyard again.

This time, I won't dance. I just stood there foolishly by the well, just standing there.

Mo Laoqi felt something was amiss. Her daughter was seventeen or eighteen years old, could it be that the learning pressure was too great, leading to insomnia

He put on his clothes and walked to the yard, asking a couple of questions. His daughter stared at him and grinned, a smile that made Lao Mo tremble - her mouth was stretched all the way to her gums.

Old Man Seven was an experienced hand at this sort of thing. He searched his house for the cause and discovered a drop of blood on the porcelain. Immediately, he burned paper talismans, burned paper money, offered incense and prayed, then buried the porcelain and temporarily covered the well opening, fearing the child would be bewitched and fall in.

"So that's it then You've already taken care of it, so what are we supposed to do" My brother was puzzled.

"Dear nephew, the problem is that my daughter is fine during the day, but once it gets to night... well, I won't say more. Let's go eat, you'll see for yourselves tonight."

As soon as it got dark, we all squeezed into Lao Qi's second-floor study to watch the monitor screens on his computer.

"Holy crap, Uncle Mo, this is kinda creepy, you're installing surveillance cameras in your daughter's room..."

"I'm also afraid, I just secretly installed it these two days!" Mo Laoqi looked worried.

His daughter's room was on the third floor. She had been hunched over her desk doing homework all evening. By ten o'clock, I could barely keep my eyes open. My brother told me to take a nap for a bit, but he kept staring at his work.

I slept for a while, feeling groggy. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside my room and immediately opened my eyes. My brother also let out an incredulous “Damn it…”

On the computer monitor, the girl was dancing in the room, bending and splitting her legs, very flexible. But she was taking off her clothes one by one, her body, especially her back, was covered with scratches!

Soon, she began to scratch the skin on her back. The old scars hadn't healed yet, and they quickly started bleeding, staining the sheets red.

My brother jumped up, grabbed his backpack and rushed upstairs. He always carried a copper talisman for protection and was incredibly fearless!

I don't trust him, when he ran up, my brother had already finished sticking the notes, kicking in the door, and charging in with his sword!

A burst of chilling laughter, "Hee hee hee...", echoed from within.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!y: " ... There's no way to fight for custody again, and I can't take him away. What kind of person uses such a young child to do bad things... Humph."Wow, expectant mothers are really different.Perhap...