There was no gold, silver and treasure that Zhao Lingjun imagined, nor any golden mask that could be transformed into a salted egg superman, nor was there a super beauty who had been sleeping for thousands of years and was waiting for her to wake up with kisses.

The first thing that fell into Zhao Lingjun's eyes was a white rope that was not long or short or short, a short golden leather whip, a few vermilion candles, and a square stack of clothes that looked so transparent, like a nightgown.

The rope looked similar to the rope in many SM films that Zhao Lingjun had seen. The golden whip looked like a special SM prop. Because the whip was less than half a meter from the beginning to the end. Moreover, the whip was not a delicate and sturdy piece in front of it, but like a fluttering tassel. No matter how you look at such a whip, it doesn't hurt people. And the few vermilion candles directly reminded Zhao Lingjun of a large wax droplet in sod.

Zhao Lingjun thought of such a picture for no reason.

A vulgar man held a lit candle in one hand and the short golden whip in the other.

In front of him was a plump woman tied up and wearing only the thin clothes as thin as cicada wings. The vulgar man smiled shamelessly, whipping the woman with the whip while dripping wax oil on the woman's body.

"I didn't expect that what I opened at the risk of my life turned out to be a collection box for SM enthusiasts."

If you imagine such a scene in your daily life, Zhao Lingjun would definitely be unable to resist an impulse, but the gap between reality in front of you and his imagination made Zhao Lingjun only have the urge to rush to the rooftop and run naked.

After finally controlling himself and not letting him faint to the ground immediately, Zhao Lingjun put down the kitchen knife in his hand without tears.

For a while, Zhao Lingjun really wanted to lift the box up and throw it out from his window. But when he was about to do this, Zhao Lingjun suddenly felt that there should be something under the box.

So Zhao Lingjun took things out one by one.

The first thing Zhao Lingjun took out was the white rope.

As soon as he took out the white rope, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but say something in his heart. "mlgbd."

Although Zhao Lingjun couldn't see what material the white rope was made of, Zhao Lingjun now felt that this rope was used by some perverted SM in ancient times.

Because this rope is extremely soft, Zhao Lingjun felt that even if he tied people with this rope, the tied people would not feel too uncomfortable. So when Zhao Lingjun thought of the guy who used this rope in ancient times, he didn't know how to tie several beauties with this rope, he felt extremely depressed.

Because so far, Zhao Lingjun has never had close contact with any girls except holding girls' hands and playing games during friendship activities in college.

Zhao Lingjun usually thinks it’s nothing, but when he sees these things appearing in front of him, Zhao Lingjun becomes extremely psychologically unbalanced.

This feeling is like someone holding a girl you have been in love with for a long time, walking by your eyes with a swagger.

Zhao Lingjun felt that if he looked closely, he would definitely be crazy jealous, so Zhao Lingjun didn't look closely, so he took out the white rope at the top, the golden short whip, three red candles, and the transparent tulle-like clothes like a nightgown and threw them on the ground next to the black box.

As soon as these four items were taken out, everything in the bottom of the box fell into Zhao Lingjun's eyes.

Many people believe that failure means success, and disappointment means hope, but sometimes after disappointment, there is greater disappointment.

When Zhao Lingjun saw the things in the bottom of the box, he could be said to be extremely disappointed.

Because in a huge box, after taking out the four things like SM props, only an ordinary glass bottle, a bunch of tied bamboo pieces, and a very worn-out incense burner.

Zhao Lingjun picked up the glass bottle and looked at it, and found that there were a few small blue pills inside.

"Viagra?" Zhao Lingjun immediately thought of these two words in his mind when he saw the thing in the glass bottle.

"Is there Viagra in ancient times?" When Zhao Lingjun put down the glass bottle, he became more and more convinced that the owner of this box was a perverted erotic demon in ancient times.

In Zhao Lingjun's mind, the vulgar man appeared again. After playing the SM game, he smiled and swallowed a Viagra, and then...

Zhao Lingjun took a deep breath before dispelling the scene in his mind.

"What are these bamboo slices and incense burners for?" After putting down the glass bottle that seemed to contain Viagra, Zhao Lingjun opened a bundle of bamboo slices in confusion, but found that the bamboo slices were engraved with strange words like patterns.

"Damn, this must be the manuscript of pornographic novels similar to the heart of a girl."

Zhao Lingjun made a judgment on these bamboo pieces in an instant.

Then Zhao Lingjun picked up the last thing in the box, a shabby incense burner.

The heaviness of this incense burner was beyond Zhao Lingjun's imagination. Zhao Lingjun originally went to grab the incense burner with one hand, but Zhao Lingjun mentioned it but couldn't move it.

So Zhao Lingjun threw away the kitchen knife and lifted the incense burner with both hands.

After picking up the incense burner, Zhao Lingjun realized that what seemed to be an incense burner was actually not an incense burner, but a three-legged small square tripod.

Three rising clouds form the three legs of the small square cauldron. Except for three feet that look like floating clouds, the small square cauldron is covered with various strange words. However, there are also strange words on this small square cauldron, which is different from the words on the box outside and on the lotus. It looks a bit similar to the oracle bone inscriptions that Zhao Lingjun saw on TV before.

The heavy weight and the mottled green copper rust on the tripod made Zhao Lingjun feel that this was an antique that was like a fake one.

"It seems that I finally found something valuable this time." Zhao Lingjun held the tripod and looked at it for a while, and finally felt much more comfortable.
Chapter completed!