Huo Lao looked at me up and down, smiled, and said, "Little tall, for so many years, I have never seen you so fond of a girl."

Gao Yunquan smiled and said, "Huo Lao, this lady Jiang is just my ordinary friend."

Hu Lao laughed, "I understand, I understand, little tall, I want to cheer."

I am full of black lines, how do I feel that this old man is a little unrespectable.

Huo Lao said to me again, "Little ginger, you have been staring at this dress since you entered the door."“Are you interested in old clothes?”

I was still very kind to this Huo Lao, and said, "Huo Lao, I don't know where you bought this dress from?"

Just after the voice fell, a middle-aged woman over there laughed and said, "Old things can't be asked casually, how can they not even understand this rule?"

Huo Lao Busy said, "Little Jiang is young, and it's normal not to understand."

I ignored the middle-age woman and said to the old man, "Hoo Lao, this dress, you still don't have to hang here."

Huo Lao asked strangely, “What do you say?”

“Has there been a lot of strange things in this tea house lately?”

Huo Lao's face changed, and immediately smiled: "This we will say later, today came a lot of guests, it is not good to let everyone wait, first look at the antiques."

It seems that I was struck by me, but I said it in front of so many people, it seems that there is some abruptness, Gao Yunquan gave me a reassuring look, indicating that I am okay.

I have little interest in antiques, but what those people take out, there are several pieces of shady are heavier, should come out of the tomb, but there is no big problem.

In fact, the old object itself is spiritual, the contaminated under the tomb is also common, put into the sun, the yin will be dispersed.

But if you encounter a murder, buy home, light will affect luck, unlucky thing one by one, serious, is fatal.

For example, this Qing Dynasty dress, so heavy, so that the temperature of the whole room has dropped a lot.

At this time, a collector named Yang took out a scroll axis and opened it, which was a picture of the lady of the voyeur.The Mr. Yang is very proud, ostentatious said that this painting is he picked up from the market, only spent 250,000, now the painting is priceless treasure, in the spring of 2009 in Hong Kong auction, voying "Wen Ji to the Han long volume", the transaction price of up to 1.2 billion US dollars.

I am a bit speechless, although the painting imitates very similar, but some painting skills are actually Western, it is difficult for laymen to see.

Most of the Tibetan friends who come today have real skills, and several have seen the problem, but they have not said much, which is a matter for sinners.

However, not everyone gave him face, such as the middle-aged man surnamed Zhao, who seemed to be a little unheed with the surname Yang, and smiled: "Old Yang, you are a little wrong with this painting."

Old Yang's face changed: "Old Zhao, don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense, you see, the picture of the lady of the vengeful, the style is exquisite, the beauty is beautiful, this is so stingy."And if you look at this painting, it is simply the painting of Western oil painting, but also vying Ying, I think it is Smith Shi Ying."The old man said with a joke.

Old Yang was angry: “Old Zhao, you just can’t see me well, right?”

“I am telling the truth.”Lao Zhao said, "Old Yang, it's not me that I said you, you don't know you don't want to play with antiques, although your Yang family has money, but you can't stand you so defeated."

Old Yang eyes widened, trembling with anger, suddenly, I felt a fuss into his mouth and nose, he roared: "Old Zhao, you, you, I fought with you."

With that, he threw down the painting, grabbed the fruit knife on the table to cut the fruit, and stabbed the old Zhao in the chest.

I reacted quickly, jumped up when the pussy entered the body, rushed over to stop, the old Yang knife just scratched on my arm, the blood suddenly surged up.

Gao Yunquan was shocked, rushed up to pull me away, and then a few times knocked down the old Yang knife, the old Yang stepped back a few steps, fell to the ground, a blank face.

Everyone was shocked by this accident, and Huo Lao couldn't believe it and said, "Old Yang, are you crazy?"

Old Yang looked at my bloody arm, which reacted, his face white: "I, I don't know what is going on, my brain was embarrassed at once."It’s impossible, how could I do that!”

He grabbed his hair, guilt and pain, I put my cover over the wound and said, "Mr. Yang, you don't have to care, this can't blame you."

With that, I turned my head and looked at the dress hanging on the wall, and the people looked over and found that the skirt was fluttering gently.

There is no wind in the house, how can the skirt be covered by glass?

Everyone feels cold on their backs.

"Old Huo, I suddenly remembered that there was something else in the house, and I said goodbye first."The middle-of-the-nation woman stood up and hurried away with her blue-and-white porcelain plate at the end of the day.

Several others also said goodbye, only old Yang stayed down, first sent me to the hospital to treat the wound, but not deep, only a few stitches, old Yang insisted, said that when the wound is good, he will pay me to do a skin cosmetic surgery, so as not to leave scars on his arm.

When I returned to the tea house, it was already evening, the gloom in the house was heavier, and obviously the orientation of the house was very good, and the lighting should be very good, but at this time it was so dark that it could hardly be seen.

Huo Lao turned on the light, only a little better, he looked at the dress, sighed low: "This dress was bought by my daughter from the north two years ago, she specializes in ancient clothing, but a year ago, she was in a car accident and left." 」The dress was the only thing she had left me, so I hung it up here and looked at it like a daughter."

"However, since the clothes hang up, my tea house business is not as good as a day, I do not care, anyway, I do not lack money, this tea house is just open to play."

"But in recent months, there have been a lot of strange things, just bought back tea, open to see, inside is actually black soil, or very stinky black soil."Sometimes the teas in the kitchen, and in a blink of an eye, the refreshment becomes a pile of bugs."

"At first, I thought that the workers who were invited to steal and did not care about them, but more and more strange things, so I fired two workers because they were fighting in the kitchen.Last week, two other guests, all delighted when they came, drank two cups of tea, actually fought, and injured the waitress who made tea.

He sighed again and said, "You see that I have been cold and clear in this tea-house, and the workers are almost gone, and I plan to close the tea house in a few days and take my clothes home."

I said, "Don't, fortunately you're in the tea house, and if you're at home, you'll have been bloody."

Huo Lao looked at the dress and said, “Is this dress really unknown?”My daughter is because of it.”

I said, “Old Huo, can you take off your clothes and take a closer look?”

The old man nodded, opened the hood himself, took off his clothes, and laid them on the long table.

Late Qing clothes, the pattern is very cumbersome, there is the so-called eight-colored eight roll, that is, on the collar sleeve, several layers of different color patterns of different edges.

I gently touched the dress, those inlaid fabrics do not say, the main material is very soft and slippery, start cold.

“Old man, do you know what fabric it is made of?”I asked.

Huo Lao shook his head and said, "Listen to my daughter, it seems not like silk, but a kind of skin, I don't know what kind of skin, it is so soft and smooth."

My fingers gently touched the skirt, but suddenly a pain, rushed back, found that the index finger added a toothmark, fresh red blood.

I was bitten!

I looked up and the skirt stuck to my blood, which was quickly absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

Suddenly, the air began to fill a strong sweet smell, took a sip into it, and the position fainted in his head.

Then I had a manic feeling, a nameless fire in my heart, wanting to vent, seeing everything that I wanted to smash.

No, I have to hold my heart!