The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 155 Who? Who dares to hurt my ghost servant? ! (Subscribe)

Shen Le walked past the cashier counter and went straight into the warehouse.

Land is extremely expensive in the capital city, and the warehouse of the antique shop is much smaller than the one Shen Le had seen in Lin'an, and most of the collections are also missing.

However, even though there are few, each one is a fine product. Shen Le swears with the eyesight he trained in school that most of these collections are genuine goods.

In other words, it is solid, age-old stuff, not last week's stuff used to fool laymen.

Of course, genuine products are genuine, but their age and value are another matter.

Not to mention, when Shen Le looks at old objects now, he does not look at the value of the object itself, but the unique and subtle aura condensed in it.

Less than one-tenth of these objects can sense aura;
There were only one or two pieces of furniture in his house that had an odor that was said to be harmful to ordinary people;

The degree is stronger, like the puppet, the small oil lamp, the objects with the same intensity of aura when they first came into his hands, sorry, there is no such thing...

no……

Huh?
Shen Le's eyes fixed, and he suddenly stopped, staring at the corner of the warehouse. In a large box, there were a bunch of clay utensils:
Pottery basins, plates, jars, pottery fragments...

It was mottled with dirt and looked very bad, making people impatient to look at it carefully. However, Shen Le leaned forward, stared at it carefully, stared at it again, and took a half step back:
The smell from that pile of pottery was mixed and turbid, which was disgusting.

More importantly, all the pottery was covered with dark or light black gas. The larger the pottery, the more black gas there was. The lower the box, the more black gas there was.

"Is this what you collected recently?" Shen Le stopped the fat shop owner from getting close and pointed at the box from a distance:

"Is it after you collected these things that you started to feel uncomfortable?"

"Ah? No." Unexpectedly, the fat shop owner hesitated for a moment and shook his head in denial:
"I've had these things for a long time, at least two years, right? They're not in good condition, can't be sold, and have been piled here. What's going on? Is there a problem?"

If they can’t be sold, they’ll just keep piling up… In other words, they can be cleaned up at will, and it doesn’t matter if they’re blown up?

Shen Le pondered for a moment, then walked forward and moved the boxes onto a small flatbed trailer, and dragged them to the store door so that the sunlight could shine directly on the boxes.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around. The nearest pedestrian was a hundred meters away. He took a pair of long-handled pliers and began to take out the things one by one:

"Qingdeng! I'll take one out, and you use the electric net to pass it through! Try to be gentle, and if you can't stop yourself, it doesn't matter, if it explodes, it explodes!"

【knew! 】

The little oil lamp shouted excitedly. The silver electric net around Shen Le, which had expanded to its limit, suddenly shrank, wrapping only him inside, and then covering the fat shop owner with a thin layer.

Immediately, the electric net in front of Shen Le began to stretch and expand, moving forward along the long-handled pliers.

Shen Le picked up the first ceramic plate and placed it on the tray. The electric net immediately pounced on it happily and "washed" the ceramic plate carefully from top to bottom, from the edge to the center, and "washed" it again and again:
"Hey! This plate... why does it feel brighter!"

The fat shop owner exclaimed behind him. Shen Le pursed his lips slightly and held back a chuckle:
That's not true!

The black air above has been driven away, and the dirty and filthy things are gone, so it feels brighter!
"Do you want to continue? If you continue, some of the collection might be blown up..."

"It's okay! Just fry it! Fry it hard!" The fat shop owner was no longer distressed and was more generous. He waved his hand vigorously:

"The total cost of this box is less than a grain of rice, so it doesn't matter if we blow it all up!"

The jade Buddha was broken into two pieces, hundreds of thousands of dollars were lost. It was just a few pottery pots and jars, so what would it matter if a few more were blown up?
Shen Le's mouth twitched. Less than a grain of rice? Oh, ten thousand yuan.

What a rich man! He can spend ten thousand dollars at will without any regret!

what?
My on-site visit fee is 10,000 yuan. If I solve the problem, will there be extra compensation?

That's okay...

He held the long-handled tongs and took out the pottery one by one and placed them on the tray at the door.

Sunlight is indeed effective in exorcising evil spirits and removing filth. The dual effects of the small oil lamp's power grid and sunlight have reduced the scale of the explosion by half, while the efficiency of removing bad luck has not decreased at all.

Most importantly, the consumption of the small oil lamp has also decreased...

"Tired?"

[Not tiring! Enough to eat! Using the electricity here to remove the unclean things is enough! ]

That's good. There's no need to use the reserves, especially the power of thunder and lightning which is hard to replenish.

Shen Le happily praised the small oil lamp and told it:

"Just move slowly, as long as we keep the absorption and consumption in balance. We are not in a hurry.

Things have to be done carefully, and if possible, try not to blow things up. The key is to clean up the bad guys inside..."

【I understand! Do it carefully and slowly! Eat more, use less, save more, and beat the bad things inside! 】

Shen Le’s eyes went dark.

Little oil lamp, I hope I haven't let you down for such a long time, right?
How come you are so hungry?

Did it make you come up with ways to slack off, waste time, and steal electricity?
No, we really don't need to worry about that! We don't need to spend the money on electricity!

"Well, if conditions permit, it's better to do it as quickly as possible. The faster you do it, the more capable you are, and people will give you more money to pay for electricity..."

[Do you want to be slow, but also fast? Do you want to be detailed, but also make a lot of noise? ]

The small oil lamp seemed a little confused. The electric net expanded and shrank, shrank and expanded again, and the main body hummed in the backpack. Shen Le quickly comforted it:

"It's okay, it's okay. Just do what you want. The most important thing is not to hurt anyone, and everything else will be fine!"

The electric net was bright. With Shen Le's movements, it covered each piece of pottery he picked up one by one. This batch of pottery was obviously more contaminated than other collections in the store, and the reaction when exorcising evil spirits was much greater.

Master Jiang stood at the door of the shop and did not come in. Even through the glass door, he could see with his naked eyes the smoke rising from the pottery, which looked black and gray and lingered.

There seemed to be a flash of light in the smoke, with a constant crackling sound, rising higher and higher, becoming thinner and thinner, and finally disappearing in the sunlight -

“Is there really something dirty in here?”

He was terrified and couldn't help but take out his phone, took a video, and sent it to the fat shop owner:

"What on earth did you buy? Are you trying to kill yourself? Don't you know that you can't just buy old things?!"

I don’t know when it started, but old objects, especially unearthed old objects, have become increasingly dangerous.

The official archaeological team is fine, as they are said to have experts around them who can deal with this kind of danger and can seal and purify it in advance.

In short, things that are harmful to people can be isolated and controlled in advance, so that they will not affect the experts, and what comes out is also "clean";

However, for private collectors who have no official background and no experts around them, buying things randomly is just...

Do you know what you bought? Do you know where these things come from?

Which tomb was it dug out from, or which old house was about to collapse and hadn't been inhabited for decades?

Have anyone died in this place? Have unclean things ever lived here? You don't know anything about this, but you dare to collect it randomly?

It’s okay now. Look at the smoke coming out, the culprit must be inside!

"I do not know!"

The fat shop owner wanted to cry:

“I bought so many things, I don’t have time to look for them all!
You are paid by your boss to repair things, of course you can say this, I have to check the origin of everything I buy, or buy it from the official, I can't do business anymore!"

He complained, grumbled, and argued. Through the glass door, he texted back and forth with Master Jiang, while staring at the tray in the distance with fear.

On the tray, the pottery that was taken out gave off a round of smoke one by one, and then lay motionless in the sunlight.

The long-handled pliers in Shen Le's hand reached out to a pottery jar, a pottery jar with layers of buildings, small people in various postures, and various types of birds and beasts on the mouth of the jar.

"Please don't let this explode, please don't let it explode." The fat shop owner put his fat hands together and bowed several times towards Shen Le's back:

"In this box, this jar is the most valuable..."

"What kind of person would buy this thing?" Shen Le complained to him without even turning his head.

Xiaoyoudeng was working hard, but Shen Le's work was very easy, and he even had the energy to pay attention to what others were saying. Hearing the shop owner's words, he couldn't help but:

"Things like soul bottles are 100% dug out of tombs! How brave do you have to be to put them in a store or at home? Even in a museum—"

The key is that this is an antique shop!
Antique shop!
Sold to customers!

Which customer would be so bored as to buy a soul bottle and put it home? Isn't that just like inviting a ghost home?

The fat shop owner shrank his head, not daring to argue with the master. After Shen Le finished complaining, he felt much happier physically and mentally, and focused on directing the small oil lamp:

"Sweep it slowly, don't rush! This jar is disgusting to me. If there is any trouble, it is most likely caused by it!"

[No problem! Watch me! ]

The electric net slowly sank. The electric net woven by the small oil lamp seemed to have a special ability to completely ignore the curvature and fit tightly to the surface of the pottery;

You can also completely ignore whether the pottery has conductive function and directly sink into the outer wall of the pottery, penetrating into the glaze layer and the inner pottery layer.

At Shen Le's command, the small oil lamp began to work with great power. In an instant, one could see countless electric sparks flashing on the outer wall of the soul bottle with the naked eye.

Black air was bubbling out from every little roof, every person, bird, and beast. Gradually, it condensed into a ball, baring its fangs and claws, and even roared faintly from inside!
"Mr. Shen!"

The fat shop owner turned pale. Is there a ghost hidden in this soul bottle?

Is there a thousand-year-old ghost hiding here? !

The texture and shape of this blue-and-white porcelain are characteristics of the Three Kingdoms period. If the ghost inside is still hiding now, it would have taken two thousand years to cultivate!
"Mr. Shen, please save me! Mr. Shen, you can beat it, right?!"

Shen Le turned a deaf ear to him. Up to now, Xiao Youdeng had not yet complained that he could not win, which meant that he was fully confident;

However, as the master, he must also provide support at any time -

He raised his hand and pressed his chest, pressing the copper plate. The next moment, the soul bottle suddenly exploded, and a ball of black air rushed to the ceiling, but was tightly caught by the electric net and strangled inward.

In the dark air, a fierce roar suddenly rose, making Shen Le's ears buzz:

"Who?"

"Who dares to hurt my ghost servant!!!"

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