Lin Xiaotian did not play with the jade pieces, for he knew their purpose.
The ancients believed that people could continue to live in another world after death.
They also feared that the soul might be concentrated in the seven orifices, so these were plugged with objects.
Wealthy families used jade, and in ancient times, jade was also called the gentleman. A piece of fine jade was priceless.
Ordinary people would not bear to take out such an item for use; only truly prominent families would do so.
The formation of this blood jade was also extremely difficult, making it a precious object.
As he was contemplating some matters, he suddenly saw several cars approaching in the distance, encircling the entire courtyard. A smile appeared on his face: "He who does much evil will perish by his own hand."
"You looked for the wrong person, coming to trouble me. Having done such wicked deeds, prepare to pay the price!"
He turned, got into his car, and left.
Meanwhile, Old Liu was in the courtyard, desperately choking himself, completely out of breath.
In his eyes, there was still endless terror as he knelt in the direction of the coffin.
His companions, who had seemingly fled earlier, were now fighting each other with knives, their faces ferocious. Blood poured from their bodies, yet they seemed oblivious to any pain.
When personnel entered and saw the scene, they were instantly terrified.
"Stop, or we will use our weapons!"
Upon hearing the voices, those people suddenly came to their senses, as if waking up.
They looked at their wounds and wanted to speak, but their pupils dilated, and they slowly collapsed, not a single word uttered before death.
Everyone present was stunned.
After a long while, they stepped into the courtyard. After carefully observing the situation, the captain leading them wore an extremely solemn expression.
"Someone has dug up a grave. The corpse in the coffin is at least a thousand years old. Such a significant event is beyond our authority. We must report it immediately."
At this time, Lin Xiaotian had already returned home.
Just as he was about to enter, he heard laughter from inside.
"If you want to acquire this jade pendant from me, you will have to pay a much higher price, far more than tens of millions."
"You should know how important the value of this jade pendant is."
The speaker was a young man in his early twenties, holding a piece of jade. The jade itself was not top-tier, but its color had faint blood-red streaks.
His gaze was somewhat lewd as he looked Chu Nianxue up and down.
Chu Nianxue frowned, her voice becoming slightly cold: "Wu Yuxuan, if you want to sell this jade pendant to us, we can discuss the price. If you have other conditions, please refrain from speaking."
Wu Yuxuan stood up. He was about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in casual wear, but his face carried an air of arrogance.
His eyes were filled with mockery.
"Chu Nianxue, think carefully. I am giving you an opportunity. If you don't cherish it, your business might plummet."
"Although you have made a name for yourself, you have not yet entered the sight of those important people."
"If you want to gain their recognition, you must provide a satisfactory answer to the test they have given you."
"It's a pity that your foundation is too weak; you can't even produce a small jade pendant."
As he said this, he took a few steps forward, his gaze seeming to look down on Chu Nianxue.
"You are being very impolite by refusing before hearing my conditions."
"If you can have dinner with me now, perhaps I can give you an opportunity, and I'll sell you this jade pendant directly."
"My request is not excessive, is it?"
Chu Nianxue's eyes turned cold: "Dispel that thought immediately. Even if our company faces obstacles, I will never agree."
"Please leave!"
Wu Yuxuan's expression turned colder, and he said sarcastically: "I see you're ungrateful. I offered you a chance, and you're kicking me out. You will regret this."
As he spoke, he turned and left.
A cold, mocking smile still lingered on his face.
He had already made his plans and was not afraid that this woman wouldn't fall for it.
Chu Nianxue would sooner or later become his possession, his plaything.
As he was thinking these thoughts, he suddenly saw a figure appear before him, nearly colliding with it.
When he saw the person's attire clearly, his face showed obvious disdain.
"Not only is Chu Nianxue rude, but even the servants in the villa have no manners. How dare you block my path? Are you looking for death?"
As he said this, he slapped directly at Lin Xiaotian's face.
He wanted to vent his frustration from the rebuff by Chu Nianxue on this person in front of him, at least to let off some steam.
His palm was about to descend.
His hand stopped in mid-air. An expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
He stared intently at the person in front of him.
His palm was caught by Lin Xiaotian, who was gradually increasing the pressure.
A smile appeared on Lin Xiaotian's face: "Do you think you're entitled to disrespect?"
"How dare you shout in front of my wife."
"And you wanted to slap me?"
"Do you know whose house this is?"
Upon hearing this, Wu Yuxuan realized who the person in front of him was. His expression turned cold and angry: "Let go of me!"
Lin Xiaotian gave a cold smile, and the force in his hand suddenly increased.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed.
Simultaneously, Wu Yuxuan let out a piercing scream.
However, his scream was cut short as soon as it began.
Lin Xiaotian's slap landed heavily on his face, sending him flying out of the villa.
"Wife, if anyone like this bothers you again, just call me. I'll sort them out on the spot."
Chu Nianxue had already stood up, a hint of worry in her eyes: "His background is troublesome. You didn't go too hard, did you?"
Lin Xiaotian raised an eyebrow, a brilliant smile appearing on his face: "Not too hard. At most, he'll have a severe concussion. But don't worry, wife, I'll go talk to him now. He definitely won't dare to trouble you again."