"Hey, is it Brother Zhao? Are you here yet? I've been waiting for an hour." As soon as the phone was answered, Zhao Mu didn't hear the phone questioning loudly. It turns out that if anyone waited for an hour in vain, he would also feel resentment in his heart.

"Ah, Brother Huang, wait a little longer, I'll arrive soon. I had a car accident halfway through the way, and now I'll come soon." Zhao Mu reacted, was shocked, and quickly explained.

"No, I'll just come here to you. I have a car more convenient. I don't have much time to wait for you to come."

"Then... OK." Zhao Mu hesitated for a while and reported his rental address.

If it were in the past, he would never have brought strangers back to the house casually, but so many things happened today, and the other party seemed to be in a hurry, so he could only make an exception.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Mu hurriedly hid the last hot bun left, then took a shower and changed into a clean set of clothes.

Before I could make a pot of hot tea, Brother Huang, who had made an appointment on Antiques Network, had arrived.

The door opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was a strong middle-aged man with a beard-shaped bearded and dressed like a street singing performance art.

"Brother Huang?"

"Night Hunter?"

"Yes, please come in, Brother Huang." Zhao Mu nodded and confirmed, and moved away from his body guarding the door.

The Dark Night Hunter is the name Zhao Mu casually named on the antique forum. In fact, he didn't have any antique forum at all, but because he was going to sell an antique forum recently, he had some contact with Brother Huang, a veteran connoisseur in the antique forum.

After Zhao Mu invited Brother Huang into the house, before he could make tea, Brother Huang couldn't wait to say, "Danye, don't do anything politely. Today I'm in a hurry. What about that thing? As long as I have to confirm it on site, I promise to buy it at this price."

Brother Huang raised a finger and promised with certainty.

"Okay, wait, I'll get it to you." Zhao Mu felt a little hesitant and finally responded.

One million!

Is this thing really worth one million?

In fact, Zhao Mu didn’t expect it to be worth so much!

Before this, he had asked people to appraise and evaluate it on several appraisal forums. Although this thing is an antique, it is not written by historical celebrities and has no traceable information about the location of its origin, so it has a maximum collection value of about 100,000.

But for some reason, Brother Huang seemed to be very interested in his own home-born items. He had been wanting to buy them for a few months, and the price was from 200,000 yuan to 100,000 yuan, and now he actually mentioned a price of one million yuan.

It is undeniable that Zhao Mu was moved by this price, but after all, it was also something passed down from generation to generation, so in fact, he still failed to make up his mind to really sell it for a long time.

If it weren't for some reason that the company had quit her stable income job today and her mother urgently needed some money for surgery, Zhao Mu might have really not thought about meeting Brother Huang, even if he paid more.

Zhao Mu was originally from a rural family. When he was less than five years old, his father died early in a car accident. He left his mother with great difficulty to raise him and his elder brother. Unexpectedly, when his elder brother went out to work, he encountered a fire and died directly.

Now, Zhao Mu and his son are left to live. As Zhao Mu graduated and went to work in society and got a certain position in the company, his life will gradually improve.

Unexpectedly, a few months ago, my mother, who was in the hospital for physical examination, heard bad news again that her mother had kidney failure and urgently needed a fee to undergo surgery and kidney transplantation.

I have to say that the unlucky things recently really came one after another, which made Zhao Mu stunned.

"Brother Huang, look at it carefully. Let me explain first that this item passed down by my family is not auspicious. It may bring disaster to people. At least, it has been passed down by our ancestors from generation to generation."

Zhao Mu walked out of the room, holding a long wooden box carefully in his hand. The wooden box was sealed with a piece of yellow talisman paper. What Zhao Mu said was unlucky actually refers to the sealed thing inside the wooden box.

Although it has been passed down for so many generations, no one knows what was sealed inside, Zhao Mu still honestly explained the matter before trading.

This is not because he is too honest and makes money, but because Zhao Mu is very self-aware. The brother Huang is rich and has a connection in society that he cannot imagine.

If you really want to hide the facts and trade, who can guarantee whether others will settle the accounts in the future?

"Haha, little brother, please don't worry. Since I dare to buy it, I naturally won't worry about the unlucky curse you said." Brother Huang saw the mottled yellow talisman on the wooden box, and his eyes flashed quickly. He quickly took it carefully and looked at it carefully.

"By the way, little brother, can you tell me the remarks of your ancestors about this item being passed down from generation to generation?" Brother Huang took out his magnifying glass to look at the yellow talisman pattern on the box, and asked.

Zhao Mu didn't want to say it at first, but then he thought that he had spent one million yuan, and the story of his ancestors was not a secret, so he had to tell him: "I don't know much about it in detail to my generation. I try to tell you all the memories I still remember."

Then, Zhao Mu fell into the scene of the family inheritance of the Zhao family several years ago, when he was eighteen years old, his mother revealed to herself a sad and heavy tone:

There has been a legend about Zhao Mu's clan since ancient times that it was passed down from generation to generation. It is said that if anyone opens this ancient box, the entire clan's bloodline will not be able to live beyond fifty years old.

Even Zhao Mu knew that it was precisely because of this box object that has been passed down from generation to generation that their Zhao family always had unlucky things and many unlucky accidents.

This ominous curse, verified from the known genealogy, can be traced back to the early Ming Dynasty. It has been sixteen generations. The long-dead grandfather always said that this was a curse of their Zhao family, and this was the fate of their Zhao family.

This curse will always be with the Zhao family. Until one day, a clan member will get the opportunity to make the box bloom automatically, and then the curse will be automatically lifted.

However... Until now, this person who is destined to be born in the future has not appeared yet!

The accidental death of Zhao Mu's father and even his elder brother two years ago is probably the reason for this damn ancient curse.

Even Zhao Mu was even more frightened to think that if he had a car accident just now, if there was no special food like bun, he might have explained it.

It is obvious that this damn ancient curse rumors have become increasingly serious. As time goes by, perhaps in Zhao Mu's generation, the power of the curse may destroy the Zhao clan.

It is precisely this reason that Zhao Mu fought to the death and was ready to sell the curse ominously; anyway, if it is the stern, the stern will die, and the stern will die. Instead of worrying about the disaster coming all day long, it is better to sell it and make some money and enjoy it.

"Since you have been cursed by this thing for generations, why no one sold it?" Brother Huang asked curiously when he heard it.

"Why haven't you tried it? Our ancestors threw it far away twice, but in the end they were even more disasters, and they were almost exterminated twice." Zhao Mu smiled bitterly and said, "The most weird thing is that it always changes ways to pass through the hands of inexplicable strangers, and eventually returns to our ancestors."

"Tsk, it's really evil, but it's interesting." Brother Huang was not scared away by the ominous curse that Zhao Mu mentioned, but instead lit his eyes.

"But little brother, you don't need to worry anymore. This item falls into my hands. I will break its spell personally. From then on, this disaster will become invalid in your generation."

I don’t know where Brother Huang came from. Looking at Zhao Mu’s puzzled expression, Brother Huang smiled meaningfully: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. You just need to know that there are some people in this world that are different from you and that are unimaginable to you.”

After Brother Huang finished speaking, he couldn't wait to whisper and lifted up the yellow talisman tied to the wooden box.
Chapter completed!