I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

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Provincial Treasure Appraisal Association.

An antique-style courtyard located in the center of Sichuan City.

This place is usually deserted, just a few old men drinking tea and playing chess, but today it was packed with cars.

All of them were black Audi A8s, each with a red "京" (Beijing) license plate.

Qin Feng parked his Mercedes-Benz G-Class on the side of the road and got out of the car. He saw Vice President Zhao Huaichuan pacing anxiously at the entrance.

Only a few days have passed, but the old man's complexion is even worse than it was before he received emergency treatment at Haiweixuan yesterday.

His forehead was dark and his eye sockets were sunken, as if his yang energy had been sucked away by a ghost.

"Oh, young friend Qin! You've finally arrived!"

When Zhao Huaichuan saw Qin Feng, it was as if he had seen a living Bodhisattva. He ran over to him in three steps at a time.

"Old Zhao, if you're not feeling well, you shouldn't come out in the wind."

Qin Feng helped the old man who almost fell, his gaze sweeping over the old man's trembling hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

This is not an illness, but a precursor to poisoning.

"Sigh, it's a long story." Zhao Huaichuan sighed, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Su Qingxue behind Qin Feng.

Su Qingxue was wearing the white dress that Qin Feng had bought for her today.

Although her hair still habitually covers half of her face, her inherent aloofness and coolness are impossible to hide.

Zhao Huaichuan was stunned for a moment.

That familiar feeling came back.

It looks just like it, so much like it.

Especially the charm in her eyes and brows, she is practically a carbon copy of the stunning Madam Su who once captivated the entire capital of Yanjing.

But he quickly looked away.

This isn't the time for gossip; that big shot from Beijing is holding a knife to the association's neck.

"Young friend Qin, let's talk as we walk."

Zhao Huaichuan led the two inside and said in a low voice, "Today's guest is the famous 'Three-Eyed Ma', Ma Weiping, from Beijing's antique circle."

"This man is known as 'Three-Eyed Master of Destiny,' and he holds a very high position in the circle. He is a distinguished guest of the second young lady of the Su family in Yanjing."

It's the Su family again.

Qin Feng gave a half-smile.

Su Wenbin had just been admitted to the ICU, and now another young lady has arrived?

This is a case of the young one being beaten, and then the old one comes along;

They beat the weak, then came the strong.

"What's he here for? To appraise the treasure?" Qin Feng asked.

"They say they're here to appraise treasures, but they're really just here to challenge us!" Zhao Huaichuan gritted his teeth, looking utterly aggrieved.

"He brought a 'Weeping Guanyin' statue, claiming it to be a national treasure passed down through generations. He asked our Southwest Association to issue a 'certificate of authenticity' and to make it the grand finale of the auction in the western suburbs three days later."

"The item looks real, so I'll leave it. But that thing... it's really eerie!"

As they spoke, the group had already crossed the hall and arrived at the top-secret treasure appraisal room on the third basement level.

The heavy explosion-proof door slowly opened.

A scent mingled with high-grade sandalwood and a certain indescribable, sweet-smelling aroma wafted towards me.

Inside the treasure appraisal room, the lights were dim.

All the beams of light were focused on a long table made of Phoebe zhennan wood in the center.

There, a half-meter-tall statue of Guanyin is placed.

It was entirely blood red, not the warm, lustrous red of chicken blood, but a strange, dark red that looked as if it had just been pulled from a pool of blood.

Under the refraction of the light, the Guanyin appeared to be smiling, but the red spot at the corner of her eye looked as if she were shedding tears of blood.

Extremely weird.

On one side of the long table sat a middle-aged, overweight man dressed in a Tang suit.

He was holding a string of dzi beads in his hand, his face was full of fat, and his eyes were arrogant as if he were looking down at the sky.

This must be the "Three-Eyed Ma".

Opposite him stood Chairman Liu Songhe, accompanied by seven or eight top experts from the Southwest Association.

Their faces were all pale; some were clutching their chests, others were coughing violently, and their condition was even worse than Zhao Huaichuan's.

"What's wrong, Chairman Liu? Is this seal really that hot to handle?"

Ma Sanyan glanced at Liu Songhe, his tone full of mockery: "This is a national treasure that the second young lady of the Su family painstakingly retrieved from overseas! If you delay the second young lady's important matter, not only will you lose your position as president, but your entire Southwest Association will have to shut down!"

As he spoke, he slammed a certificate bearing the signatures of ten top experts from Beijing onto the table with a loud "bang".

"Look! Even the experts in Beijing say it's genuine! What, you bunch of country bumpkins think you have a better eye than those in Beijing?"

Liu Songhe clutched the official seal in his hand, his hand trembling as if he had late-stage Parkinson's disease.

He must have excellent judgment to have reached this position.

This Guanyin statue is indeed exquisitely designed, and the carving is truly masterful.

But this thing... is too evil!

After only half an hour in the room, he felt dizzy, short of breath, and as if a pair of hands were tightly gripping his neck.

Several other experts even went to the toilet to vomit.

"Master Ma..."

Liu Songhe's voice was weak, "This thing exudes an evil aura; we old folks are too weak to control it!"

"Unlucky?"

Ma Sanyan sneered, the sound echoing in the closed room, sounding particularly jarring.

"If you're incompetent, just admit it. Why spout feudal superstition?"

"That's the 'precious aura' that national treasures naturally possess! That's the majesty of royalty! You country bumpkins have never seen anything like it; you deserve to be shocked!"

"Sign quickly! After you sign, this treasure needs to be sent to the vault!"

Ma Sanyan slammed his hand on the table, causing the Blood Guanyin statue to tremble.

Liu Songhe was so intimidated by this imposing aura that his psychological defenses finally crumbled.

Rather than offending the Su family, it's better to accept defeat.

Anyway, everyone in Beijing says it's true, and if something goes wrong, the higher-ups will take the blame.

He picked up the inkpad with trembling hands, about to stamp it onto the certificate.

Just then.

Su Qingxue, who had been hiding behind Qin Feng, suddenly trembled violently.

Her face, which had regained some color, turned deathly pale.

"vomit--"

Su Qingxue clutched her chest and let out a painful retching sound.

She gripped Qin Feng's clothes tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh. "Brother Feng, don't go over there..."

"What's wrong?" Qin Feng helped her up and sent a gentle surge of internal energy through her.

"Stinky, so stinky!"

Su Qingxue was almost in tears as she pointed at the gleaming Guanyin statue, "There's a smell of dead rats inside! And that Guanyin is crying; she's oozing poisonous water..."

An SSS-level Phoenix destiny not only brings good fortune to her husband, but also possesses a natural radar warning against all filth and evil in the world.

It could cause Su Qingxue to have such a strong physiological rejection.

This thing is not only counterfeit.

It's an extremely unlucky thing!