At the edge of the village, Liu Mou told the driver to stop, handed the driver a hundred "yuan" notes, and couldn't even bother to ask for change before heading straight toward a chaotic area.
After all, Liu Mou was no longer the man he used to be, suddenly coming up with so many antiques was bound to raise suspicion, and he was sure to be followed, with dire consequences awaiting him.
With a whoosh, Liu Mou turned his bag upside down, and a series of crisp clinking sounds filled the air as he tossed out valuables worth tens of thousands, like they were cheap trinkets. Crack—a sound like blood dripping echoed in his ears, and looking down, he saw the jade bracelet he'd been anxiously clutching, shattered.
Upon seeing this, Liu Mou's face contorted, as if he wanted to burst into tears. When he first heard the cracking sound, he thought it must be the bracelet, but he never imagined that it would break at such a moment, and by his own hand, driving an instant urge to die within him.
