The golden words flashed before my eyes like electricity and disappeared without a trace.
I froze in place, staring at the list of lots on the wall. The words have faded, but the words are still burning in my mind: "The dark web identification eye has been activated - you can view all the auction details."
What the hell?
I blinked hard, and when I opened it again, everything was as usual. Uncle Shen was still standing behind me, breathing calmly, like a clay sculpture. The lights in the auction hall were still that pale and pale, making the countdown on the electronic screen particularly dazzling - 71 hours and 47 minutes.
Was I too nervous just now and hallucinating?
"Master," Uncle Shen's voice echoed in the empty basement, "it's late at night, you should go back and rest."
I took a deep breath and turned to look at him.
