Chapter 735: Ancient mirrors that cannot reflect portraits (3)

Seeing that she finally looked at herself, Luo Yingjin's face was deeper and mysterious, "I don't know what mirror it is. It is said to have been dug out of an ancient tomb in the Qin Dynasty, but the asking price was too high. It ’s tall, and you do n’t dare to sell it publicly. You have n’t found a buyer yet. Zimei you should be able to buy it. Moreover, the mirror is so strange, I believe you will be interested.

"Well, if you can contact as an informant, I might as well check it out."
Yang Zi nodded.
"Okay, then I'll contact my friend."
Luo Yingjin was full of joy as if he had found a place to use it.
"Okay, thank you."
At this time, Yang Zimei was constantly thinking about whether he had such an odd mirror that could only look at objects but not people.
It's a pity that there is no impression.
This made her even more curious.
She now has two strange mirrors on her hand, one is the phoenix crying blood mirror taken from Song Xuan, and the other is the ghost mirror brought by the uncle.
However, the Converging Mirror can be used to mirror people like ordinary mirrors, and it can also capture ghosts.
Luo Yingjin walked to a quiet place to call. After a while, he came over again. "That mirror has not been sold yet. The seller agreed to meet at the old tea kiosk on the National Road at 12 o'clock tonight, how about it?"
Yang Zimei thought that Luo Yinghao was taking care of Xiao Qian and Master at home, so he nodded.
"That's great. I called and told him, but you have to prepare cash. Because it is illegal to buy and sell, it does not accept transfers."
"How much is he asking?"
"five million."
"it is good."
Yang Zimei just asked Song Xuan to buy several antiques last time, because it is also illegal to buy and sell, and she pays cash directly, so she has exactly 5 million cash. Otherwise, even if the bank works now, her VIP customer cannot be suddenly Take so much money.
It is ten o'clock, and there is not much time left.
Yang Zimei also had no intention to play again. After sending Xia Momin home, he returned directly to his house.
When he saw Luo Yinghao, he asked Master if he was okay. When he answered, he was relieved.
Entered the room, checked the status of Master, took the money, and led Sadako to the old tea kiosk by the national road.
Luo Yingjin has already arrived. There is still a man sitting next to him, wearing a large broken bucket covering his face, covering a small part of his body. Although his clothes look clean and tidy, he can't hide the habit of long-time blowing lamps Bucket digging moldy rustic.
He slightly lifted the bucket and looked at Yang Zimei's military license plate.
"You don't mind this, I promise, she is absolutely safe."
Luo Ying vigorously said.
The man with a small bowed head gave a slight hoarse voice, "Is money brought?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows signaled to Sadako.
Sadako stepped forward and opened the large black suitcase with five million cash in her hand, revealing a brand new stack of hundred-dollar bills.
The slightly purple-black lips exposed by the man under the bucket froze slightly, showing covetousness for the box of money in front of him.
Sadako pulled the suitcase and put it in her hand again.
"What about the goods?"
Yang Zimei found that the fighting man in front of him was shrouded in blackness.
For a long time, I crawled and crawled in the cold burial place.