Chapter 633 Golden Mask

In the midst of Ye Yu's boredom, the auction at Shenglong Auction House continued.

"Please come out with the next auction item!"

The auctioneer stood on the display stand and extended his hand to say hello. A group of hostesses walked from behind the scenes to the display stand.

The leading lady of manners held a tray in her hand, which was covered with a piece of red silk.

The auctioneer, wearing a pair of white gloves, stretched out his hand and pulled off the red silk on the tray.

Swish!

A golden light shone immediately.

"This is a golden mummy mask from an ancient desert civilization! It has a history of 3,700 years!"

"The golden mask weighs 1428.57 grams. The overall shape is simple and simple, and it perfectly integrates the golden ratio. The surface is engraved with complex patterns, which has a very strong atmosphere of ancient desert civilization."

After the auctioneer finished speaking, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said with a slightly mysterious atmosphere, "It is said that this golden mask has a spell cast by the ancient desert civilization sacrifice, and the person who gets it will be cursed by the god of the desert! "

Ding!

A soft chirping sounded, and the auctioneer said loudly, "Let's start the auction, the starting price is 50 million! Each increase must not be less than 5 million!"

"What a gorgeous golden mask!" Wen Meng looked at the golden mask on the display table and couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

Ye Yu nodded when he heard the words. Although this golden mask was more than 3,000 years old, it still shone with golden light, exuding the breath of nobility and majesty, which made people feel in awe.

"It's a good thing!"

A gleam of light flashed in Ye Yu's eyes, can this golden mask also be used as a special treasure for directional lottery?

Seeing that Ye Yu was interested in this golden mask, Wen Meng on the side said a little worriedly, "Ye Yu, you won't bid for this golden mask, will you?"

"Yeah, this mask is a bit interesting! Ready to bid!"

"But..." Wen Meng said hesitantly, "The auctioneer said just now that the golden mask has the curse of the desert god! Why don't you bid for it!"

Ye Yu smiled when he heard the words, "Nothing! The auctioneer is just adding to the atmosphere!"

"I'll pay 60 million!"

"Sixty-five million!"

"Seventy million!"

Thanks to the collection value of the gold mask, many guests have started bidding at this moment.

In a corner of the auction hall, Zhao Mingyu looked at the golden mask on the display stand, with a fiery look in his eyes.

"This golden mask is really good! It's gorgeous and majestic! It's worthy of the name of my son of the Zhao family!"

The younger brother beside Zhao Mingyu saw his intention, and then whispered, "Zhao Shao, this golden mask is very worthy of your identity, won't you participate in the auction?"

After pondering for a while, Zhao Mingyu shook his head and said, "No, I will have to bid on Blood Bodhi later, so I won't shoot this golden mask yet!"

As soon as Zhao Mingyu finished speaking, a cold voice sounded in the shooting hall.

"One hundred million!"

Many auction guests turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, wanting to know who was bidding.

"It's him!"

Zhao Mingyu's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Ye Yu with hatred and fear.

As soon as he saw Ye Yu, Zhao Mingyu felt that his short leg was in severe pain again.

"Damn it! Just a reckless man!"

Zhao Mingyu secretly despised Ye Yu in his heart, "Don't you want to bid for the golden mask? Humph! I won't let you succeed!"

"I'll give you 110 million!"

Zhao Mingyu's voice rang in the hall.

On the exhibition stand, the auctioneer's eyes flashed with smiles, and only with competition can a good price be auctioned!

"Okay! This gentleman bid 110 million, is there any bid?"

Ye Yu saw that Zhao Mingyu was bidding and said with a chuckle, "Young Master Zhao, if you don't go to the hospital to treat your leg, but you are still participating in the auction here, aren't you afraid of the final amputation?"

Zhao Mingyu shrank his neck, his face paled, and his eyes showed fear, "Ye Yu, I am bidding normally, you can't do it!"

After Zhao Mingyu finished speaking, he seemed to feel that he behaved a little cowardly, and then he coughed dryly and said with a stubborn neck.

"Cough! Ye Yu! Don't think you can do whatever you want with your high force! I'll grab this golden mask!"