Chapter 1695 - 1522: Spirit in the Antique 2

After the woman took down the red embroidered ball, she personally delivered it to Fang Yan, her voice cold and clear as she said to her, "Returning it to you!"

"Returning it to me?" Fang Yan wondered if she had misheard and couldn’t help but repeat, she was sure that the embroidered ball wasn’t hers, she had never even seen it before, how could it be returned to her?

The woman’s face showed a faint smile, as she looked at the embroidered ball in her hand, the ice and snow melted in her eyes, softening instantly.

Because in her eyes, on that red embroidered ball, a girl dressed in a red broad-sleeved ruqun, palm-sized, was bowing deeply to her.

The girl’s voice was soft and sweet, "Thank you, madam, for helping me find my master!"

The woman extended a hand, picked up Fang Yan’s right hand, and gently placed the embroidered ball in Fang Yan’s palm, "It has been seeking you for a thousand years. Now, it’s returned to its rightful owner. Take it with you and leave."

Fang Yan felt a bit dizzy, even though she wanted to say something in opposition, for some reason, after hearing the woman’s words, she just hugged the embroidered ball and turned to step out of this somewhat strange antique shop.

After Fang Yan left, the antique shop behind her began to slowly disappear, but Fang Yan, with her back to the shop, didn’t notice anything.

Once the antique shop completely vanished, Fang Yan also awakened from her stupor, looked at the bamboo forest in front of her, turned around again to see the bamboo forest behind, and felt a bit puzzled as she touched her head.

How strange, what did she come here for? Her hands felt somewhat heavy, as if holding something. Fang Yan lowered her head and discovered she was holding a particularly beautiful red embroidered ball.

Fang Yan felt even more puzzled. When did she buy such an embroidered ball? But this embroidered ball was indeed quite beautiful, she liked it, and with such thoughts, Fang Yan happily hugged the ball and left.

Inside the antique shop, at the moment Fang Yan turned and stepped out, all the antiques suddenly began to stir, countless black lines spread from the antiques, winding towards the woman standing in the center.

The woman’s eyes, the eyes of Feng Shuangshuang, blinked lightly, her amber irises turned blood-red. With a gentle wave of her hand, red light blossomed in her palm, instantly severing all the encroaching black lines.

Looking at the antiques buzzing together on the treasure shelf, Feng Shuangshuang spoke in a voice icy cold, "Be quiet, all of you. If you dare cause trouble, I’ll turn you all into dead objects!"

The buzzing of the antiques stopped immediately, Feng Shuangshuang never jokes. Previously, a renowned ancient sword, circulating for three thousand years, was because it didn’t heed her warning and rioted inside the shop.

Because it was an ancient sword, its destructive power was immense, directly smashing a table, slicing through decorations in the shop, and breaking a wall, resulting in Feng Shuangshuang directly erasing its spiritual wisdom.

That sword, once filled with spiritual wisdom, turned into an ordinary antique, sent to the museum for exhibition. Since then, the antiques dared not disregard Feng Shuangshuang’s warnings.

Even if they occasionally couldn’t resist the urge to act out, as soon as Feng Shuangshuang reprimanded them coldly, they would immediately quiet down. They all had unfulfilled wishes, unable to dissipate their obsessions.

This time, seeing that red embroidered ball finally able to complete its obsession and attain liberation, they were briefly caught up in eagerness, forgetting Feng Shuangshuang’s terrifying presence. But now, with Feng Shuangshuang’s cold reprimand, they instantly calmed down.

Watching the antiques settle down, the red in Feng Shuangshuang’s eyes gradually receded, returning to amber. She cast an indifferent glance at the numerous antiques on the treasure shelf.

"No matter how urgent you feel now, it won’t help. The right time hasn’t arrived. You can only stay here obediently. When the time comes, I will help you lift your obsessions."

"For now, be honest. If you dare stir up trouble and cause any disturbances, none of you will ever leave here in this lifetime."

All the antiques remained quietly on the treasure shelf, akin to dead objects, obediently calm. With the silence around her, Feng Shuangshuang was satisfied.

With elegance, she sat at the desk, picked up a brush, preparing to complete the Red Plum Blossoms Falling Snow Painting that hadn’t been finished before, as a way to pass the time. Now, as she guards this antique shop, she grows weary of idleness.

Feng Shuangshuang’s reincarnation this lifetime was quite miserable because this reincarnation was merely a fragment of the soul power of the Shuangshuang Main God, so this lifetime’s Feng Shuangshuang was originally an ordinary person.

Unfortunately, due to her different soul, Feng Shuangshuang was chosen by this antique shop, becoming the owner of There is an Antique Shop, tasked with dispelling the obsessions of its antiques to prevent them from harming the Mortal World.

The surface of There is an Antique Shop is an antique shop, but in reality, it’s a massive cage, imprisoning antiques that have survived hundreds or thousands of years and have the ability to cause chaos in the world.

The spiritual wisdom of these antiques originates from the owner’s final obsession, so after these antiques develop spiritual wisdom, if they don’t fulfill the owner’s obsession, they cannot continue cultivation.

But their owners have long since died, so they must find their owner’s reincarnation and complete the owner’s previous life’s obsession to gain liberation and continue cultivation, but this is a task as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Because they can’t find the owner’s reincarnation for a long time, or when they do find it, the reincarnation doesn’t share the same obsession, these antiques remain unable to attain liberation, their obsessions turn demonic, and they begin to harm the world.

There is an Antique Shop precisely seals these antiques, preventing them from causing disturbances and harming the Mortal World, serving as a prison for evil antiques.

And the owner of the antique shop is the guardian of this special prison and the helper for the antiques to gain liberation from their obsessions.

The original Feng Shuangshuang’s soul was incomplete, and upon being forcibly dragged into There is an Antique Shop on the first day, she lost her mind due to the invasion of the antiques’ obsessions.

If Shuangshuang hadn’t arrived timely, her reincarnation this time would have been torn apart by the power of these antiques.

The original Feng Shuangshuang had no particular wishes. Rather, she simply did not have time to leave any wishes before she was left bewildered, losing her mind due to the antiques’ obsessions.

After Shuangshuang arrived, she directly replaced her reincarnation, taking over this antique shop, becoming its owner.

At that time, Feng Shuangshuang had just finished receiving the memories of the original Feng Shuangshuang, feeling quite vexed, only to be continuously provoked by a troublesome ancient sword.

It happened that Feng Shuangshuang needed something to establish her authority and intimidate these unruly antiques. That sword happened to be the most powerful in the shop, hence it had managed to break through the reinforced walls of the antique shop.

Feng Shuangshuang directly erased the sword’s spiritual wisdom, akin to executing it, afterward donating the sword to the state, and receiving a certificate of honor in return.

Perhaps Feng Shuangshuang’s methods were too harsh at that time, for the antiques were thoroughly intimidated by her. Although they still occasionally stirred up trouble, a single word from Feng Shuangshuang would make them immediately submissive.