"What you mean is..." The young man seemed to understand some old man's words and said, "He has not only this powerful magic weapon in his hand... there are many more..."

The old man nodded slightly and said slowly: "Yes, any such magical instrument is often found in some specific places... Just like a tomb robber opened an ancient tomb... Generally speaking, there will not be only one treasure, there will often be many... The same principle is that if he can find this mourning stick in a special place, he will definitely get other magical instruments... And we have not seen the value of those magical instruments, so we cannot estimate... But with such confidence, it is not difficult to determine that the value of these magical instruments must be very high, and we have a full chance of winning, so we cannot bet on him..."

"It makes sense." The young man nodded, then turned around, looked at the back with a hatred, and said, "But this loss, we can't eat for nothing... We lost a cassock, how can we explain to my father after we go back... Also, since he has so many things in his hand, we can't leave now, at least we have to look at it..."

"Don't worry about this. If he has something in his hand, as long as he shows it out and conducts an appraisal here, we will know soon. As for the loss, we must not forget it like this... These two guys must be well-known in China, and I will find a way to determine their identities..." said the old man.

"I think otherwise, let's learn about their identities from the black market..." said the young man.

"This is self-indulgent, and the black market will definitely not say it. This is their industry ethics. Otherwise, the black market would not be so prosperous... Moreover, many people who are now in the black market, even the black market themselves do not know the identities of the black market..." said the old man.

"If we don't even know their background in the black market, it will be difficult for us to find out... Also, they have so many treasures in their hands. If they are asked to trade, wouldn't we have no chance..." said the young man a little worried.

"You can rest assured that even if you trade, you will get equivalent items, not giving them away. I will be careful to observe their identities and try to find a way to determine..." The old man said slowly.

After saying this, the old man stopped walking and walked downstairs.

Seeing the old man going downstairs, the young man looked back unwillingly, and then left with the old man.

He said harshly in his heart: "You two guys, don't let me find out your identities. Once I know who you are, you will definitely die ugly!"

At the counter, the onlookers first watched the old man and the young man leave, but when they could not see the four of them, everyone couldn't help but discuss it privately. Anyway, there were all kinds of things, and there were also envy and jealousy among them.

"It's 10,000 yuan, just a mourning stick is worth 10,000 yuan... Who said no, where did this work... I don't think it's envious of this kind of thing. After all, people in the black market have also said that not everyone can control this mourning stick. It doesn't matter whether they can control it. The key is that this thing is worth 10,000 yuan. If others don't want it, the black market will be charged, and even exchanged for a lot of things in the black market. Ten thousand yuan, how many things can be exchanged. Who says it's not... Ten thousand yuan, how many things have to be exchanged..."...

In the crowd, the two men with very thin figures, wearing smiling dolls and crying doll masks, their eyes touched each other at this moment.

The smiling thin man whispered: "You must get this mourning stick! At any cost!"

"The black market is indeed well-deserved. I really didn't expect that I could encounter this thing. I don't know if the chain and token would appear..." The crying doll also whispered.

A little far away from them, the young man in black had already looked at the middle-aged man in black beside him.

The young man whispered: "Master, this magic weapon was actually from the Ming Dynasty. I really didn't expect that it was worth so much..."

"It's indeed a bit unexpected... It seems that there should be many powerful magic weapons in this person's box..." The middle-aged man whispered.

"Oh?" the young man made a puzzled voice, but then said: "Master means... he found many magic weapons somewhere, and this mourning stick is just one of them..."

"That's right." The middle-aged man nodded.

The young man smiled and said, "If you say so, I really want to see what other rare objects this guy can take out."

"You seem to be very interested in this person..." said the middle-aged man a little puzzled.

"Master, are you not interested in him?" the young man asked with a smile.

"That's true." The middle-aged man nodded.

The two of them immediately returned to Zhang Yu. Everyone present, like them, also looked at Zhang Yu.

Most of the people on the scene were very obsessed. They could already guess that there must be magic weapons in Zhang Yu's suitcase that were equivalent to mourning sticks, or even more precious magic weapons.

Many people are jealous, but this is useless. The black market is different from other places. No one dares to rob here. In fact, it is true. If there is no such security, who would dare to trade here? The signboard would have been smashed long ago.

After the young girl Zhang Yinling left, her face was filled with pride and joy. She also wanted to see what else was good in Zhang Yu's suitcase. The little girl turned her head and looked at Zhang Yu, and then she thought that Zhang Yu was still poisoned, and she didn't know if she could find the antidote.

Zhang Yinling was worried and moved even more when she wanted this. It was this man who had been protecting and taking care of her when he was in England. Even at this critical moment, he could still stand up and stand up for her.

"There will be no problem...there will be no problem..." Zhang Yinling kept muttering in her heart.

Not only do others want to know the value of other magic weapons in the box, but even Zhang Yu himself wants to know it.

Zhang Yu could hear everyone's private discussion clearly. Although he was not exposed, since he had already revealed it, it didn't matter. Anyway, he also needed to show enough chips.

Zhang Yu took out a black chain and a black token from the box. He put the two items on the counter and said, "Please help me identify the value of these two items."

The old man in blue robe Tang Qixuan was standing in front of the counter. When he saw the magic weapon Zhang Yu took out again, he couldn't help but take a breath.
Chapter completed!