The drunkard was caught off guard. Before he jumped out, he fell to the ground again. When he got up, he roared and jumped directly at the driver who was calling the police.
"Shit, I''ll kill you." he punched the driver.
"NIMA''s, dog." the monkey flew up again and kicked the drunk.
But the drunkard was strong after all. After leaning back a little, he grabbed the monkey''s feet.
The monkey was shocked and wanted to take back his feet, but it was too late. He was pulled by the drunk and fell directly to the ground.
"I''ll kill you." the drunk roared and jumped up.
Yang Xuan looked at the people in the car. They seemed to turn a blind eye to the situation and the scene, with a cold face.
"Oh, human nature!" Yang Xuan smiled faintly, then his fingers flicked slightly, and a wisp of black gas imperceptible to the naked eye shot at the drunk.
Go!
The drunk was stunned. After several breaths, his face showed strong fear, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Ghost!" he shouted in horror. He tried to step back and retracted into the corner of the door.
The police came. After understanding the situation, they took away the frightened drunk with a blue face. Waiting for him will be a disaster of years in prison.
Of course, the premise is that he has to endure the fear of ghosts for a year.
The wisp of black gas emitted by Yang Xuan is actually a wisp of dead gas.
When mortals are killed, they will have terrible hallucinations and feel entangled by countless fierce ghosts. From then on, they will be restless.
Naturally, there was no way to sit down on the bus. Yang Xuan and Xiaojing got off the bus with the crowd.
The monkey finally saw Yang Xuan, nodded and bowed and said, "you''re there, too."
Yang Xuan nodded to him and said softly, "you''re good!"
"Ha ha, ha ha!" the monkey felt his head embarrassed.
How can monkeys know that they can get a white praise from the demon God? In Wushen star, I don''t know how many people will break their heads for this.
After stopping a taxi, Yang Xuan and Xiaojing finally arrived at Fenghuang road.
In a milk tea shop, they found Wang Fang who had been waiting impatiently.
"Why is it so slow?" she said discontentedly as soon as she saw Xiaojing.
Xiaojing sticks out her tongue and tells her about the bus.
"Such people should be sentenced to death." Wang Fang said angrily, "the lives of the whole vehicle were almost destroyed in his hands."
After stopping, she added, "fortunately, someone shot in time. This is what the hero did."
Then she looked at Yang Xuan with dissatisfaction.
Yang Xuan laughed to herself. If she knew that the hero in her mouth was the thief who stole her mobile phone, she didn''t know how to feel.
At this time, it was more than 4 p.m. and it was still early for dinner. Wang Fang simply took them directly to the antique city.
Pinghai''s antique city is very famous. It is said that several big leaks were picked up, so it has gradually become a major tourist attraction.
It is said to be an antique city. In fact, it is a street, which is called Erye street by locals.
As for why it was called Erye street, there is a legend.
It is said that before the founding of the people''s Republic of China, there lived a prince who was driven out of the capital. Because he was a sophomore at home, he was respected as the second Lord by the people.
The second master said that he had no other hobbies. He only loved literary games, calligraphy and painting. Once he bought a calligraphy and painting at a high price in the hands of Jianghu people, but he didn''t want to look at it. He found that this was a game set by others.
When the second master returned to his senses, the man who set up the bureau had already left and jumped to his feet angrily.
Some people joked that the money lost by Erye was enough to buy the street. Slowly, the name of Erye street came out and spread to this day.
This street runs from north to South and is about 200 meters long. Now it has been developed into a pedestrian street and no traffic is allowed. It is also a scenic spot in Pinghai city.
There are many shops on both sides of the street, mostly antique calligraphy and painting, jade and jewelry, pens, inkstones, paper and ink and so on.
On the sidewalks on both sides, there are mostly people who set up stalls. As for the things on the stalls, there are a wide range of things, ranging from bronze ware to comic books, coins, jade and so on. As for the true and false, it is up to the buyers to distinguish themselves.
This is the busiest time of the day. In Erye street, there are a lot of people, including foreign tourists and local residents.
Yang Xuan and Xiaojing stop and go, wandering around the stalls.
Wang Fang saw that they were full of interest and it was not easy to urge them, so she walked around with them for a few times. She was also interested. She spent 200 yuan to buy a small Buddha statue.
Naturally, what she bought is not a good thing. Although it looks very old, it is actually a modern handicraft. The cost is said to be only dozens, and it is a huge profit to sell hundreds of yuan.
However, Wang Fang is happy to buy it, and Yang Xuan will not break it. This kind of thing is meant to be happy. As for true and false, no one is more serious.
Those who set up stalls saw Yang Xuan and Xiaojing wandering around. They just took a look and ignored them.
The people who can mix here are all old ghosts with vicious eyes. You can see whether they are really fat sheep at a glance.
Yang Xuan and Xiaojing are not well dressed. At a glance, they know that there is no oil and water, and it is not worth talking to them.
After wandering for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped in front of a stall.
The owner of the stall was an old man with a beard. He was wearing an old Zhongshan suit with black rimmed round frame eyes. The small eyes behind the lenses were half narrowed and looked like a thief.
In twos and threes, there were some copper coins, gossip plates, snuff bottles, dry cigarette mouths, and even some comic books of journey to the West.
In one corner of the booth, there is an insignificant white jade.
It was this white jade that attracted Yang Xuan''s attention.
The white jade is gray and not big. It is about half the size of an adult''s thumb. It is carved into a shape of a dog. The carver is rough. At first glance, he knows that it is not the work of a master. It looks like the work of a novice apprentice.
At this time, in front of the booth, there were two young people, a man and a woman, browsing the things on the booth. They were carrying backpacks, men''s inch heads and ordinary faces; The woman has shoulder length hair and a beautiful face.
From their appearance, we know they are tourists from other places.
"Boss, how do you sell this?" the inch man picked up a copper gossip plate and asked.
The boss glanced at him, a glimmer of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and said lazily, "a thousand."
"So expensive?" the woman with long hair said in surprise.
"It''s an antique." the old man disdained: "it''s said that it was used by Feng Shui Master in ancient times. It''s a great bargain to sell you 1000 yuan."
The cuntou man shook his head, put down the gossip plate, picked up a snuff bottle, played with it, and asked, "how much is this?"
The old man didn''t even lift his eyelids. He said weakly, "be careful about this two thousand. If you break it, you have to pay for it."
The old man has set up a stall in this street for many years. His eyes are fierce. The two young people know at a glance. They just look around and ask casually. They don''t mean much to buy. Of course, he can''t afford any interest.
Yang Xuan looked for a long time and ignored the two young people. He directly picked up the jade and said, "Lao Wang, I''ll take this and make a price."