The scroll has lost its spirituality, but no matter what, it’s still the infamous Evil Ghost Map.

Take it and exchange it for money.

Wouldn’t that achieve financial freedom?

But where should this thing be sold?

Su Zheng didn’t know.

So he quietly left the construction site, fearing that he would be discovered by the foreman and then fired and eaten.

After all, he really didn’t have the ability to resist now.

He hobbled to the place under the bridge he had been to before to find Old Huang.

After all, Old Huang was the only person he knew.

Old Huang saw Su Zheng coming and noticed that his leg was swollen, so he suggested taking him to the hospital for a check-up first.

But Su Zheng didn’t have the mood for that; leaving this world was more important.

If he could leave.

Wouldn’t this small injury heal in no time?

He asked Old Huang where he could sell his treasure.

Old Huang didn’t expect Su Zheng to actually have an antique.

Then he took Su Zheng to an antique street in Tongzhou.

There were many antique shops on this street.

It would definitely be right to sell treasures here.

Coming to such a street, Su Zheng felt enlightened. Many things on the roadside caught his eye, and since it was the weekend, there were many people and it was bustling, with all kinds of strange items.

Su Zheng was dazzled, seeing things that even the Cangyuan Realm didn’t have.

"Old Huang, how much money do you need to achieve financial freedom?" Su Zheng asked Old Huang.

"Financial freedom?" Old Huang pondered: "Probably at least a million."

"A million?"

Su Zheng chuckled; it wasn’t much.

"How much silver is a million?" Su Zheng asked.

"Silver?" Old Huang was stunned, then counted on his fingers: "If converted to silver, it would be about 200,000 taels."

"Only 200,000 taels."

Su Zheng shook his head with a smile, realizing the goal was so simple.

At this time, they arrived in front of a shop.

Jugu Studio.

Seeing the name and the antique-style decor, they walked in.

The staff at Jugu Studio initially thought they were here to beg for food, and were about to chase them out.

Who knew they were actually here to sell an ancient painting.

The staff quickly found the boss.

The boss, in his forties, looked somewhat young, but was famous in the antique circle. Hearing someone was there to sell an ancient painting, he quickly came to see.

"Gentlemen, shall we have a look at the painting?"

The boss, Zhao Yong, said with a smile.

"You can see it, but be careful not to damage it." Su Zheng cautiously spread the painting on the table.

Zhao Yong, seeing how careful they were, also put on gloves, placed it on a flat table, and carefully opened the scroll.

When the Evil Ghost Map appeared before Zhao Yong.

Even after mixing in the antique circle for so many years, Zhao Yong was still full of shock.

This...

What is this thing?

"Shopkeeper, name your price." Su Zheng saw Zhao Yong’s shocked expression and said proudly.

Old Huang looked up and down, but couldn’t figure out what the painting was about.

"Sir, this painting doesn’t seem to be something valuable." Zhao Yong suppressed his inner irritation and said warmly.

"Do you really know what you’re talking about?" Su Zheng frowned: "This is a work by the Painting Saint, Wind Forest Ghost Lord!"

"Hehe."

Zhao Yong chuckled.

This old thing is quite pretentious.

However, at this moment, a chubby boy suddenly came up and saw the painting, exclaiming: "This..."

"What’s wrong, son?"

Zhao Yong’s son, Zhao Songzhe, was at the shop this weekend, and he had never seen his son so astonished.

"A digital monster painted with ink and wash? That’s awesome!" Zhao Songzhe exclaimed.