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Chapter 24 Antique Wooden Chopsticks 2

The three of them finally finished listening to the story. Bo Yi and Mu Xiaomu were used to seeing such things, so there was no expression on their faces. Xu Youtan didn't feel scared even though he felt that things were weird.

Bo Yi asked lightly, "Where are the wooden chopsticks now?"

Seeing that they were not afraid, Uncle Zhou felt a little relieved, and his hopes for them increased. He replied, "I took back four of them in the collection room, and the other one should still be in the hospital, because I was afraid of bleeding. So much, so we didn't dare to pull it off Lao Zhao's back, so we sent the ambulance to the hospital together when the ambulance came."

Xu Youtan is most concerned about Lao Zhao's life at this time, "Is the chef's life not in danger?"

There was a sense of luck in Uncle Zhou's voice, "No, fortunately, the water was not boiled at that time, and the chopsticks were only inserted a fifth of the time, so no vitals were injured. If someone was killed, we would definitely choose to call the police , instead of looking for you."

Mu Xiaomu didn't see the mistress of the house, she asked, "Where's Aunt Zhou?"

Zhou Ziyao sighed, and said wearily, "Auntie was frightened and stayed in the hospital to recuperate."

Bo Yi said, "Take us to see the wooden chopsticks."

"En." Although Uncle Zhou didn't completely trust them to be able to solve the problem, he had no choice but to trust them at this time.

Uncle Zhou brought a few people to the collection room on the second floor. He now has a strong resistance to this place. He took them to the booth where the wooden chopsticks were placed, but he didn't dare to look at it.

Zhou Ziyao's timidity may be inherited from his ancestors. He didn't look at the wooden chopsticks, but looked around at other antiques in the room.

It is said to be a booth, but it is actually a bit like an incense table, not an antique. It is made of the same material as the retro wooden table downstairs for eating and storing things. It is a modern work.

A piece of golden silk was spread on the table, and five wooden chopsticks were neatly arranged on it, the size of which was no different from ordinary chopsticks, but what was strange was that the wooden chopsticks formed their own textures, forming different and incoherent patterns. These textures are like the growth rings of wood, but how can the growth rings of trees grow like this?

After observing for a few minutes, Bo Yi stretched out his hand to move the five wooden chopsticks in order, recombine them, and merge them again. Only then did Xu Youtan and Mu Xiaomu realize that the patterns formed by the wooden chopsticks were like mountains and rivers, marked with locations and similar to The shape of the building is a bit like a map, but it is much more complicated than a map. Xu Youtan's genius brain feels that it is like a maze, with no rules at all.

At the same time, Xu Youtan found a problem. He asked, "Why are there five chopsticks here? Didn't they say there were only four chopsticks?"

Bo Yi discovered this problem at the beginning, so he was not surprised, but it obviously scared Uncle Zhou and Zhou Ziyao enough, and the two of them didn't hesitate anymore. They hurried over to look, and there were five wooden chopsticks in front of them. He counted it several times, but no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, this was the truth, and the wooden chopsticks came back by themselves.

Uncle Zhou's face, which had finally calmed down, became ugly again, and he asked tremblingly, "Why...how...how did this happen?"

Bo Yi didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked Xu Youtan, "What do you think is the problem?"

Xu Youtan replied uncertainly, "Could it be the material of wooden chopsticks?"

Bo Yi gave him an affirmative answer, "Smart."

Xu Youtan just guessed casually, because the texture of wooden chopsticks looks very special, he has never seen such chopsticks.

The whole body is smooth and uniform, and the texture after being pieced together is smooth and smooth, with a faint red luster, and there is no flaw on the top and bottom, as if it was formed naturally, not handmade.

Bo Yi explained, "In the past, chopsticks were mostly made of bamboo and wood. "Han Feizi · Yu Lao" called chopsticks "箸". Because there are many woods in the north and bamboos in the south, the ancestors used local materials, so Bamboo and wood are the most primitive raw materials for chopsticks in our country."

"But the problem is that these five wooden chopsticks are not made of common chopstick wood, but made of locust wood. According to legend, there is a popular proverb in the folks, 'a locust tree in front of the door is either a fortune or a treasure.' It is a word of mouth for getting rich, so many people will plant a few pagoda trees in front of their homes to please the lottery."

"Some people regard locust wood as an auspicious thing, and naturally others regard it as a thing to attract ghosts. Sophora wood is also called ghost wood, which belongs to Yin in the five elements. Many coffins in the early days were made of locust wood because it is durable. Corrosion, insect-resistant, easy to split, medium strength, strong nail holding power, not easy to age, so pagoda wood is suitable for making coffins."

Seeing that Bo Yi knew so much, Uncle Zhou immediately changed his previous opinion, and his attitude towards him changed from indifference to respect. He asked, "So according to you, there are ghosts in the wooden chopsticks?"

"There was no problem at first, but now these five wooden chopsticks have been separated from the auspicious essence of the locust tree. If the locust tree is not used properly, it becomes a ghost tree. I guess either there is something wrong with the soil for planting, or the water source for watering the locust tree is out of order. Problems, or accidents in the process of making chopsticks, as for how the details change, only it knows.”

"Who is it?" Uncle Zhou is very sensitive now, when he heard Bo Yi mentioning it, he immediately yelled out, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Bo Yi said, "The thing in the chopsticks, it seems that I have to find it and ask about it."

Uncle Zhou's face changed drastically, and he said harshly, "What? We need to find it, what if it wants to harm us?"

Bo Yi snorted coldly, "Even if we don't look for it, it will come out by itself. Do you think Lao Zhao's accident was accidental? Obviously, it has already started to act. If you don't solve it, you will all have trouble."

Uncle Zhou's position changed instantly. He calmed down and said, "Zhao Zhao Zhao, call it out quickly, my old bones can't stand it."

Bo Yi took the lead and walked outside, "I told you, it will come out by itself."

The others immediately followed, as if they were afraid that the things in the wooden chopsticks would come out.