It was already past nine o'clock in the morning, but the sky outside the window was still gloomy and the drizzle was floating.

The light rain started falling two days ago, and it has been three days since today.

This kind of plum rain-like weather occurs in London in September, which is really rare.

Most of this kind of weather occurs in London in winter. At that time, it was cold and humid, but it was foggy, which was the most uncomfortable season.

Yang Jing was bored and half leaned on his bedside, fiddling with a ring with a strange pattern in his hand.

Yesterday was Saturday, and it happened to be the opening of the Meigang Road flea market in the afternoon. And every Saturday, the Meigang Road flea market will spontaneously become an antique market.

Meigang Road Flea Market is one of the top ten famous flea markets in London. It opens seven days a week, but this market is a vegetable market on Thursday and Friday, and an antique market on Saturday, and the rest of the week is the real flea market.

Yang Jing, who has been influenced by his grandfather since childhood, naturally would not miss various antique cultural relics markets of all sizes in London. Therefore, although it was raining all the time yesterday, Yang Jing still went to the Meigang Road flea market.

However, since childhood, he adhered to the principle of "see more and buy less" teachings from his grandfather. Whether in the domestic antique market or after studying in London, Yang Jing rarely buys things in such a market every time he visits the antique market.

But yesterday, Yang Jing couldn't help but take action at the flea market on the Megang Road.

Although I bought this ring with a unique pattern for only six pounds, this ring is the third time since Yang Jing has been a child to buy something in the antique market...

It's strange that when Yang Jing saw this ring for the first time, his heart suddenly thrilled, and then there seemed to be a voice in the dark saying: "Buy me, buy me quickly..."

So, after nearly two years of studying in London, Yang Jing, who had visited the top ten flea markets in London several times but had never bought anything, did not hesitate to export the price. Then, after cutting the ring with a quotation of 20 pounds to 6 pounds, he decisively paid for the payment.

This ring is a bit similar to the ancient Chinese ring, neither gold nor wood. Yang Jing studied it all night and half a morning, but he couldn't see what material the ring was made of. However, one thing is certain, this ring is very hard!

The ring is round and has a thickness of about three millimeters. This thickness is really a bit thick for a ring.

The inside and outside of the ring are black, and the sides are silver-white.

On the black outer wall, there are silver-white Bagua patterns engraved. On the same black inner wall, the fonts such as "Qian, Kun, Kan, Li" are carved in seal script, which correspond to the Bagua patterns on the outer wall one by one.

On the silver-white side of the ring, there are black edge patterns engraved.

The whole ring looked like a very ordinary handicraft ring, otherwise the bearded stall owner would not have quoted a price of twenty pounds at that time. However, with Yang Jing's understanding of antiques and cultural relics over the years, he always felt in his heart that this ring seemed very unusual, especially the strange feeling he had when he saw this ring for the first time.

But if you ask Yang Jing to tell me what's so unusual about this ring, he just can't say it.

As the saying goes, "can be understood but not expressed in words", this is what it means...

But what Yang Jing can be sure of is that this ring is definitely not like what it shows, like an ordinary handicraft ring. This ring is definitely not simple.

"Well... it's a pity that my grandfather understands nothing now. Otherwise, if he asked his grandfather to see, he would definitely be able to recognize the ring..." Yang Jing sighed slightly and murmured to himself.

Thinking of his grandfather who had a craniotomy due to cerebral hemorrhage, Yang Jing couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He threw the ring into the air for a moment, and after catching it again, he put the ring on his left little finger.

Not to mention, this ring seems to be born for Yang Jing, and it is just right on his little finger!

After picking up a washed apple, Yang Jing sat up straight and began to peel the apple skin seriously.

Just after slashing twice, accompanied by a huge "clang" sound, the door of the dormitory suddenly opened by a huge force. Yang Jing was so scared that he shook the sharp fruit knife, and a small wound was left on his left hand, and dark red blood immediately surged out...

"Haha, Jing Ge, do you miss me?" With a tired sound that makes people get goosebumps all over, a fat man swayed his huge body and "squeezed" from outside.

This guy is not tall, only a height of more than 1.7 meters, but it is a bit terrifying when it gets thick. This guy's waist circumference is almost the same as his height. Even if it is not 1.7 meters, it is still 1.5 meters. When I suddenly see that it is just a bucket of water, or a large size...

"Damn, can you fat man enter the door without using this method? How much has it cost to repair the door in the past two years?" Yang Jing glared at the fat man vaguely and shouted angrily while holding the injured part with his lips.

"Yeah, what's wrong with you?" The fat man was a little panicked when he saw Yang Jing's attitude.

Yang Jing looked at the fat man in anger and ignored the guy.

The fat man rushed over with a gust of agility that did not match his figure, "Let me see, let me see... Damn, why are you so careless? Tell me if you want to eat meat, I'll buy it for you. What does it mean to put your mouth on your claws?"

"Get out!" Yang Jing was about to kick. The fat man laughed and hid away. He walked two steps, opened the corner cabinet, took out the first aid box from the inside, plucked it a few times, and took out two Band-Aids.

Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "No need for that, it's not too deep. I've used saliva to sterilize it. It's fine if I wash it a little later."

The fat man said, "That won't work! I have never understood how you can be so disgusting, using your own saliva..." As he said, the fat man looked disgusted.

Yang Jing laughed: "You are just a stick and don't know anything. It's a waste to explain this to you than playing the piano against a cow."

The fat man raised his hands and said in surrender, "Okay, okay, are you so arrogant? You won't argue with you! But I have good news here, do you want to listen?"

Yang Jing glanced at the fat man lazily, sucked the wound harder, then looked at the wound and said, "Is there a place for us to clean up again?"

The fat man grinned, and seemed to be unable to accept the use of this method for the bedmates in the same room to deal with the wound. However, he nodded and said, "Yes, we are here to live again, but this time we are going to an ancient castle, and the price is also very good. After finishing this work, we can be very relaxed before graduation. But your hands are fine, right?"

Yang Jing shook his head and was about to say "It's okay", but suddenly he found that the ring that was just put on his little finger was missing...
Chapter completed!