Piao Tianwen    ? Zhang Fan smiled and shook his head. This was a bit mysterious, especially in the eyes of himself, a practitioner.

The middle-aged man looked at the talisman and hesitated. He smiled awkwardly at Zhang Fan and said, "This is done by a friend, and I don't know much. He said that the unearthed tomb objects should be suppressed with talismans, otherwise the yin energy will be too heavy."

Zhang Fan also smiled. He saw such things for too many times, so he asked, "Can I open it?"

"Ah, look." The middle-aged man flashed aside and stood by the door and smoked.

Zhang Fan took off the talisman and put it aside. He opened the lid and a faint smell of soil and copper rust came out. Zhang Fan sniffed the smell of fan with his hand and was about to look down.

At this time, a black smoke emerged from the empty cauldron!…

The middle-aged man had no reaction. It seemed that he could not see it as an ordinary person. Zhang Fan's pupils contracted, but hissings rose. The smoke actually brought a twisted face with a painful and wailing distorted face, and emitted a hissing that only Zhang Fan could hear with spiritual sense. Zhang Fan quickly pressed the lid down, covered the smoke, and pressed the talisman on the lid. He looked up and asked the middle-aged man, "Where did you get this thing?" He was startled by the man smoking by the door.

This is something Zhang Fan rarely asks, because knowing the origin of the collection is of no help in identification. The more fake it is, the more beautiful the story behind it is. But this time Zhang Fan has no choice but to ask, because his other identity is the "scavenger" of the supernatural world, and the ghost that emerges from this tripod looks very fresh. It seems that it is still new and not long ago, because the ghost looks like a modern person.

Could it be that there is a sinful act hidden behind this three-legged tripod?

The middle-aged man stammered and said, "This was bought by a friend..."

Zhang Fan sneered, uncovered the lid again, muttered the spell, circled a Buddha light, trapping the resentful soul that rushed out. The middle-aged man seemed to have never seen the situation inside the cauldron, and looked in. He saw that there was also a talisman inside the cauldron, which seemed to be an inadequately drawn spirit-capturing talisman, and with the help of the three-legged cauldron, this resentful soul could still rush out of the three-legged cauldron with limited rush, but the lower half was left in the cauldron and could not escape. The middle-aged man was a normal person and had no spiritual vision ability, so he naturally could not see this scene.

Ghosts screamed and could not communicate. They were transformed by a strand of obsession in their lifetime, or with infinite grievances, and only wanted to calm their anger, but because of excessive persistence, they no longer had the ability to distinguish others' affairs. They just used the ability of ghosts to influence the spirit of living people, and repeatedly reproduced the scene of their death in their lifetime in order to obtain comfort from their spiritual consciousness. It is like an ordinary person who has encountered grievances, and it is the same thing to repeatedly talk to others.

Zhang Fan was in a daze and a scene appeared in front of him. Several sneaky men were digging a deep hole on the hill bag on a dark and windy night. Zhang Fan could see that the hill bag was actually a mound of soil, which was an ancient tomb! At that level, at least a prince! These guys were robbing tombs, and one of them was the resentful soul himself. He was inspired by his companions to drill into the digged narrow robber hole and groping out the objects in the tomb...

The robbery cave was deep and long, and penetrated the outer coffin of the tomb. In the tomb chamber, he used the mine lamp above his head to explore antiques. He was very scared, fearing both the remains of the master in the tomb and the companions who were waiting outside. His fear was finally fulfilled. After he emptied the main burial objects in the tomb, his companions killed him in the tomb with a Luoyang shovel, and buried him and the evil deeds of the tomb robbers in the empty ancient tomb. However, his soul was attached to these stolen burial objects at the moment of death, following his sinful accomplices and constantly harassing them.

The accomplices were frightened by his dreams every night and could not rest. As some of the stolen goods were sold, his resentment became even deeper! One of the accomplices was scared by him and went to a mental hospital! The rest were still unwilling to leave these burial objects and still roamed everywhere to sell the stolen goods. Until one day, they came to this city and found a saint who claimed to be a Taoist priest of Maoshan, and used his magic to seal him in this bronze cauldron. That night was his last memory, and he fell into the darkness from then on...

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged man saw Zhang Fan in a daze, and for some reason, he photographed him. Zhang Fan was suddenly photographed, the scene in front of him disappeared, and his soul returned to the store.

"Oh, tell me honestly, what's your origin?" Zhang Fan concluded that the man in front of him was not a tomb robber, and in his eyes the middle-aged man had golden good karma coiled around his head. However, in the golden karma, a black evil aura was condensed and undispersed.

"This..." The middle-aged man seemed to have a hidden feeling.

"It's okay if you don't want to say it." Zhang Fan covered the cauldron, "This bronze cauldron is an old man, probably in the Warring States Period, and also in the earliest Spring and Autumn Period. Because there are no inscriptions, it is difficult to intervene. Of course, if there are other burial objects unearthed together, I can infer the rough era, if there are indeed..."

The middle-aged man heard Zhang Fan say this and pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "I am a policeman. I found this thing at the residence of several suspected to be tomb robbers. However, they refused to admit it and only said it was an antique craft, so I came to see it..." He took out a police officer's certificate and handed it to Zhang Fan, "I bought the fakes I asked you to see before. Haha, I'm fine with this, but I didn't get started, which made you laugh. A while ago, the crowd reported the case, and someone was selling antiques. The bureau knew that I still knew a little..."

Speaking of this, he smiled embarrassedly, "I am a big layman compared to you..."

Zhang Fan waved his hand, returned the police officer's certificate to him, and said politely: "Where? Where? I'm a half-baked guy."

The middle-aged policeman continued, "So I sent me to investigate the matter. I pretended to be a buyer and joined these tomb robbers and captured them in one fell swoop. But these guys were veterans and refused to admit it. They insisted that they were counterfeits. There was no way, I had to find someone who knew something about it. The local museums didn't know much, so I had to go to provincial museums in n cities to identify them. I thought of you and let you see it first, and I had a clear idea in my heart..."

"Oh..." Zhang Fan knew the whole story, thought for a moment, glanced at the sealed bronze tripod, and said to the policeman: "Look at this, I'll help you see if other things are all the way, so that you can judge. In the provincial museum in n City, my teacher and a few friends are here. If necessary, I can also help."

"It's better!" The middle-aged policeman was overjoyed and hurriedly wrapped the bronze tripod and said anxiously: "We'll go to the bureau now."

"Oh, let me clean up..." Zhang Fan said with a smile. He cleaned the store a little, packed some magnifying glasses, white gloves, small brushes, small tweezers, led white flashlight and other tools for identification, and followed the middle-aged policeman out of the antique city.

The middle-aged policeman drove a police car and soon arrived at a city branch. Zhang Fan got out of the car and was about to follow him into the inner gate of the police station. He suddenly heard a loud roar above his head. Zhang Fan was startled. He looked up and found that there was a big police badge coiled around the police station gate. A monster with a head of a jackal and a snake-like body was yelling at Zhang Fan, but there seemed to be no malice. He just saw that Zhang Fan was different and greeted him.

"Yao Zi!" Zhang Fan was shocked. Looking at the image of the monster, he immediately thought of a legendary creature. Longsheng Nine Sons, Ya Zi was fighting and hated evil the most. It seemed that it was guarding the police station, seeking to punish evil and eliminate evil!

"Roar - scavenger, what are you doing?! Do you want me to help me?" Ya Zi stretched out his body, roared, and greeted him. It seemed that he knew Zhang Fan's priesthood.

Zhang Fan bowed, "It's easy to talk about, some official duties are not dared to work." But he didn't dare to delay too much, for fear of doubt in life.

Ya Zi naturally understood, so he closed his eyes and coiled around the police badge, taking a nap.

Fortunately, the middle-aged policeman didn't care and led Zhang Fan straight to his office.
Chapter completed!