C75 (2/2)

”Fifty?”

Ergouzi shook his head and said, ”Aunty, you should just make a bigger guess if you have the guts.”

”Could it be five hundred?”

After all, in that era, five hundred pieces could already be considered a huge sum of wealth. However, Er Gouzi still smiled and shook his head, ”Five thousand. Five thousand yuan.”

”Five …” Five thousand? This... This shitty thing can be worth that much money? ”

The hunter's big mouth was also shocked by Ergou's words.

After all, he had been busy for a year, and besides spending everything he needed, there wasn't much that he could keep in a year. If he were to convert all these things into money, he could only get one or two hundred yuan at most.

This was a good time for him. If he had this year, it would be great if he could live without hunger, let alone save a hundred or two hundred yuan.

”Old Uncle Chen, I heard from my father that before you moved here, you lived in the well-informed Huai Hai all year round. I believe you must have seen a lot, please help us look at these murals!”

Elder Chen also felt that these murals were incomparably exquisite, so he immediately walked forward to inspect them.

The eight murals lined up neatly on both sides of the cave's walls. Under the light of the white powder of the lamps, these murals seemed extremely beautiful.

Logically speaking, to look at such a mural would be very pleasing to the eyes.

Upon closer inspection, however, he felt that there seemed to be something amiss with the beautiful murals. If there was a word to describe them, then they were truly bewitching.

That's right, demonic.

The reason why Old Chen felt this was strange was because he felt that the workmanship of these murals, including the collocation of the pigments, was out of place with the content depicted in the murals themselves.

However, what he found the most strange was that it was clearly a material that didn't match in color. Why did it look so natural at first glance, making him feel like it wasn't wrong at all? Everything seemed so uniform, as if the colors and materials of these murals were supposed to be the same.

Old Chen looked at the mural closest to him with a puzzled expression.

The contents of the painting were very simple. There was only one woman, a woman with an unearthly appearance. She wore a snow-white gown, and her silver hair was tied up in a bun, making her look even more beautiful.

The woman held a jade xun in her white palm, which was covered by her gown. The work of the jade xun was exquisite, several holes were adorned with a vivid and lifelike.

If Old Zhao didn't know that everything in front of him was just a mural carved into the wall, Old Zhao would have thought that the jade xun in the woman's hand was a real object.

The thing that surprised Old Chen the most was that the woman in the mural raised her other hand, which seemed to be clutching a jade pendant. However, a small edge of the jade pendant could be vaguely seen, making Old Chen unable to determine what it looked like.

The only thing he was certain of was that at the center of the palm of the woman's hand, or more accurately speaking, under that jade pendant, there seemed to be a brand that was similar to the shape of an 'eye'.

Not only that, from the direction of the mural's woman's eyes and her raised arm, Old Chen could tell that the woman in the mural seemed to want to hand over the item to someone else, but what confused him was that aside from the woman's palm, the entire mural was broken.

In other words, the person the woman was facing was not in the painting at all …