[A/N: Everyone, skip this chapter if you want, because from this chapter onward, there might be racism, so please don't be offended and take it to heart. This kind of plot is unavoidable to make the story on track.]
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Inside the Year's Trace Antique Store, Ye Bei stepped in and spoke, and everyone's eyes looked over.
When they saw Ye Bei's appearance.
Everyone here was taken aback.
"Little guy, James didn't even open his hand, but you just said it was amber inside. It's too ridiculous, right?" A middle-aged man, after reacting slightly, looked at Ye Bei and said rudely.
"Yes!"
"Who are you?"
"If this can be guessed right, then we must be meeting a ghost."
In front, many people had agreed.
But at the moment these sounds appeared, James had already stretched his fingers.
