With a sigh, Shen Yu picked up the inkstone placed on the bedside table and looked at it carefully. It was as black as paint and as smooth as jade. Shen Yu really fell in love with it the more he looked at it.

"I heard that there is a shop called Ancient Inkstone in the south city of Chuzhou. The ancestral craftsmanship specializes in repairing ancient inkstones. When I have time these days, I must repair the cracks in the inkstone pool. I must remember to transfer the money to Lao Liu tomorrow."

"Huh? What is this?"

Looking at the inkstone in his hand, Shen Yu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

I saw an extra cyan light group three inches above the inkstone. The light group was not big, only about the size of a soybean grain. It had no fluctuations and was just floating quietly in the air without moving.

"It's broken. Isn't it because I fell on the back of my head just now and there is something wrong with my eyes?"

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, Shen Yu turned his head and looked outside the store door. He saw people coming and going in the corridor outside the door. There was no blue light appearing, and it was no different from what he usually saw.

Looking at the inkstone again, the cyan light group appeared again. Shen Yu stretched out his hand to grab it, and his palm passed through the cyan light group without touching the light group. It was like blowing the air.

After thinking about it, Shen Yu moved the inkstone casually, and the light ball also rotated with the inkstone. No matter which direction the inkstone went, the cyan light ball was always three inches above the inkstone.

"What's going on?" Shen Yu's hand shook uncontrollably, and he almost dropped the ancient inkstone in his hand to the ground.

His left eye has just improved, and Shen Yu really doesn't want any more problems...

***The author has something to say***

This is another big chapter with nearly 4,000 words. I hope everyone enjoys reading it.

In addition, this is a purely urban treasure hunting book. The golden finger can see the treasure light of antiques, and the golden finger will not be opened very much.

To put it bluntly, even if you throw yourself to death, you will not turn into a fairy tale or fantasy half way.
Chapter completed!