"ah?"

Xiao Yuan was stunned, as were the vendors and people eating melons.

What's going on? What kind of cramp did the captain have today?

Didn't you usually protect Xiao Yuan, but today it seemed like you really wanted to deal with him.

Did you take the wrong medicine?

Xiao Yuan looked aggrieved, "Captain, no, I..."

Captain Gao gave him a hard look.

"Shut up! You dare to quibble! Here comes someone, take him back!"

Xiao Yuan also wanted to explain, "No, the captain is really not me..."

Captain Gao stepped on the pocket watch.

"You know who she is, and yet you dare to wield a knife and a gun in front of her. She can see through your little tricks at a glance!"

Ruan Xia was stunned, it turned out that this sinister brother remembered her.

"Captain Gao, I didn't even dare to recognize him just now."

Lord Yincha cupped his hands towards her, "I didn't expect to meet you here either."

"It was true that I indulged him too much before, and many people complained about it. I took this opportunity to rectify the market."

Ruan Xia looked at him blankly.

"You are... a living person..."

She was surprised to detect the anger of a living person in the captain.

This was simply something that shocked her even more than the reunion!

"Who said the errands have to be dead, hahaha."

"Goodbye by fate."

After the captain finished speaking, he waved his hand and escorted Xiao Yuan away from the street.

A bunch of people were left messy in the wind.

"What are they talking about? Why don't I understand a word of it?"

"It seemed like we knew each other, and we said hello."

Then the villains around him all looked at Ruan Xia.

"Where did this little girl come from? Even the captain has to be so respectful."

Ruan Xia looked at Mo Tingye, it was difficult to explain it in one sentence or two.

"Come on, let's go in and take a walk."

So she pulled Mo Tingye inside.

The two of them walked and watched.

There are indeed good things here, some of them are spiritual objects that have been illuminated, and some of them are just decorations.

When he walked to a shop, Ruan Xia was suddenly attracted.

The store is decorated in an antique style, with several shelves exuding an extraordinary atmosphere.

There is also a faint aura coming from the things placed above.

But these are not magical weapons.

In her time, spiritual weapons abounded.

At that time, there were many people who could cultivate spiritual weapons.

Ruan Xia walked in, glanced around, and said.

"Boss, are there so few spiritual weapons in this ghost market?"

The boss was an old man with a gray beard, and he looked up with disdain.

"Little girl, you just opened your mouth, can you tell if it's a spiritual weapon with your naked eyes?"

Ruan Xia nodded, she is really capable.

"Well, this, this on this shelf is a spiritual weapon."

"There isn't one on that shelf. The one in the first row is a spiritual weapon."

The old man stroked his beard and looked at her meaningfully.

"Your eyes are so bright, why don't you look at this shelf again."

Ruan Xia pointed out the spiritual weapon above without reservation, and the old man could only nod.

"Little girl, you have such ability, why don't you become a spiritual weapon appraiser."

Ruan Xia was stunned, "What kind of profession is this? I have never heard of it."

The old man burst out laughing.

He stood at the door of the store and motioned for the two of them to take a look.

"Going east here, west there, there are countless rare treasures on the whole street, but there are only a few spiritual weapons."

"If you meet the baby you like and want to identify it, it will be extremely difficult."

The old man returned to his shop.

"I also have many new treasures here. If you can help me identify them, I am willing to pay a certain amount of money."

Mo Tingye suddenly took a step forward.

"Appraisal is okay, but this appraiser also has grades and ratings. She must be at the top level."

Ruan Xia thought to himself, as expected of a business tycoon, he got to the point right away.

"Young man, you are right. Her eyes must be top-notch. I will never counter-offer. A top-grade one costs 50,000 yuan."

Ruan Xia almost exclaimed, just by looking at it, she got 50,000 yuan?

Then she can make millions a day.

Seeing that the two of them were silent, the old man asked again.

"Where can I learn from my little girl?"

Ruan Xia bowed his hand.

"Just call me Ruan Xia. I am the 18th generation disciple of the Tianji Sect. I am a Taoist priest."

This time it was the old man's turn to be surprised.

He stroked his beard and looked at Ruan Xia.

"You are actually a cultivator, no wonder..."

"Then I'll leave it to you regarding the spiritual weapon, but I also want to test your ability."

Ruan Xia made a gesture of invitation.

"You're welcome, boss, just try."

The old man also bowed his hand and said, "Then I will try Master Ruan's skills."

After saying that, the old man went into the inner room and took out a box.

Inside the box is an emerald bracelet, oily and warm, with a light luster all over.

"Master Ruan, what do you think of this one?"

Ruan Xia frowned and shook his head, "New stones have no age. Things are added to make them look older. They have no aura at all."

The old man's expression suddenly changed.

"Hey, the mistakes I made when I was young have hit me hard."

He carefully put the bracelet back.

"I look at it from time to time to remind myself that I sometimes make mistakes."

"Master Ruan's ability is truly unique and unrivaled."

Ruan Xia smiled slightly.

"Since you recognize my ability, please take out your treasure."

The old man walked to the separation and took out a brocade box.

After opening it, it turned out to be a mobile phone.

The fuselage looked very dirty, and Ruan Xia could tell at a glance that it was thick black oxidized blood stains.

This is a truly yin-filled item.

"This one is definitely not a spiritual weapon. It's like asking you to show me his doorway."

Ruan Xia quickly saw the difference.

"This is a relic with a lot of resentment, and there is an evil spirit attached to it. If the blood makes her recognize the owner, she may do something harmful to people's lives."

The old man's expression changed instantly.

"Oh, he turned out to be a harmful thing. He will be sent to the temple for salvation later."

The old man went back to the back room and got a box.

This time it opens to a mirror.

To be precise, it is a bronze mirror.

Ruan Xia's expression changed, "This is also a murder weapon. If it shines on the first or fifteenth day of every month during the full moon, you will not survive that night."

The old man's hands trembled with fright and he almost dropped the mirror.

Ruan Xia quickly comforted, “Don't be afraid, it will be fine if it doesn't get shined. You can cover it with a red cloth when not in use."

But this kind of murder weapon is not suitable for decoration.

The resentment is too strong, even if it does not hurt anyone, it will attract unclean things at home.

If the spirits attached to it were removed, it would be just an ordinary antique mirror.

With trembling hands, the old man took two items in succession and overturned the car. He was really upset.

He held a box carefully as if it contained a priceless treasure.

"Come, look at this."

Ruan Xia opened the brocade box and saw only a hosta, which was carved lifelike.

The whole body is not translucent white, but has many spots, which look like blood has been soaked into it.

Those are traces of the passage of time.

Ruan Xia's eyes lit up, he put his hand over it, and immediately felt a strong spiritual energy coming over him.

"Congratulations, this is a spiritual weapon."