The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad

Chapter 637 Strange Book

Qin Haodong said, "I can give these clothes back to you for the time being, but the bronze head sculpture is only used to exchange for your lives. If you want these clothes, you must take out something that satisfies me."

"Okay, Mr. Qin, I'll satisfy you."

Mr. Smith said as he put on his clothes again. He knew that this high-tech product was the foundation of their lives. They would be willing to exchange for them even if they had to give up all their fortune.

They could continue to steal treasures with the clothes, but if they lost the clothes, they would be reduced to second-rate thieves. Maybe they would be beaten to death one day.

Qin Haodong said, "Remember, the things you give me must not necessarily be expensive. I don't care about antiques, ancient paintings, or anything like that. I want those things that can attract my interest."

Mr. Smith nodded. "Understood, Mr. Qin. I'll leave right away."

The taste of the Three Days Intestines Shattering Poison just now still haunted him. Thus, he did not dare to waste any time. After saying that, he immediately disappeared into the night.

Nalan Wushuang also helped Cassia put on the dress again, and then took her back to the Li's villa.

Qin Haodong sealed Cassia's acupoints and threw her on the sofa. Then, he and Nalan Wushuang went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Mr. Smith was very efficient. The next day, he returned to the Li's villa near the evening and snuck into Qin Haodong's room with a big bag in his hand.

Qin Haodong glanced at the bag. He had already felt the fluctuation of the seal of the bronze sculpted head. He couldn't help but be happy. This guy had the bronze sculpted head indeed.

"Good efficiency!"

He praised Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith said, "Mr. Qin, shouldn't you give me the antidote?"

He had been racing against time all the way because he was afraid that the Three Days Intestines Shattering Poison would act up again.

Qin Haodong raised his hand and threw a small red pill into his hand. Mr. Smith quickly threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Let me see what good stuff you've brought."

He was really curious. In addition to the bronze sculpted head, there was another strange energy fluctuation in the bag in Mr. Smith's hand.

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

After taking the antidote, Mr. Smith felt his body relax a lot. He opened the bag and took out an ancient bronze sculpted head from it. It was the ox bronze head sculpture.

Then, he took out a white book of the bag. After the book was taken out, a strong light filled the whole room.

Qin Haodong's eyes lit up. Although he had not figured out what it was, it was definitely a good thing.

He reached out to hold the book in his hand and studied it carefully, only to find that he couldn't open it anyway.

Mr. Smith said, "Mr. Qin, this book can't be opened. We've already tried it."

Qin Haodong asked, "Where did you get this book?"

Mr. Smith said, "It was also stolen from a rich family's treasury. But this book is very strange. It doesn't seem to be an antique at all. So we left it in the warehouse and didn't take it out to sell."

Then, he asked nervously, "Mr. Qin, are you satisfied with this? Can you give back our clothes?"

"Okay."

Qin Haodong agreed. Although he did not understand what was going on, the book was absolutely sealed with extremely powerful force. If he could find how to use it, its power should not lose to Demon-Vanquishing Wand. Its level might be higher than Demon-Vanquishing Wand.

After that, he unsealed Cassia's acupuncture points and said, "You can go now. Remember, don't come to steal things from me again in the future unless you can also take out another the bronze sculpted head of the 12 zodiac animals in exchange for your lives."

Mr. Smith said with embarrassment, "Mr. Qin, we will never do that. We are just thieves, not desperados."

After saying that, he and Cassia climbed through the window and left the Li family's villa.

After they left, Qin Haodong was no longer in the mood to study that book. He casually put it in the Storage Ring. Then he opened the seal of the bronze sculpted head and took out its Upper Level Spirit Stone.

He had set up a defensive formation in the room. There were too many thieves who had been harassing him in the past few days, and there was also a thief hidden in the dark, so he had to be careful when making a breakthrough.

Everything was ready. Nalan Wushuang was guarding beside him. He held the Upper-Level Spirit Stone in his palm and once again tried to break through the Late Stage of Gold Core.

The Eternal-Life-Obtaining Green Wood Skill was running. The Spiritual Qi emitted by the Top-Grade Spirit Stone was quickly absorbed into Qin Haodong's body as if it met with a vacuum cleaner, constantly enriching and strengthening his Genuine Qi.

As time went on, the Upper Spirit Stones became smaller and smaller and eventually turned into a pile of fine powder.

Nalan Wushuang stared at Qin Haodong. Did he fail again this time? Couldn't the two Upper Level Spirit Stones help him break through?

At this moment, Qin Haodong's momentum suddenly increased. The golden light in his dantian shone brightly, like a crystal clear pearl, and it was more than twice as big as before.

Late Stage of Gold Core!

After consuming two Upper Level Spirit Stones, he finally broke through the bottleneck of the Middle-Stage of Gold Core and entered the Late-Stage of Gold Core.

Feeling the strength of his body, Qin Haodong's face was full of joy. As long as he did not encounter a Saint, he was absolutely invincible in the Supreme Power Realm.

"Haodong, did you succeed?" Nalan Wushuang asked in surprise.

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"I succeeded. Let's go celebrate."

Qin Haodong held Nalan Wushuang in his arms and rushed into the bedroom again.

What they didn't know was that at this time, on the major forums of the underground world, the news of Artful Dodger and Mr. and Mrs. Smith's failure was sent one after another.

Although they didn't know what exactly happened, they all marveled at Qin Haodong's defensive ability. It was comparable to the security guards of the Louvre. He had defeated such strong thieves.

At this moment, Great Cracker posted on the forum that he would get Picasso's paintings within 24 hours, proving that he was the king of the antique robbers.

A tossed stone caused a thousand ripples. Everyone was looking forward to the news of Great Cracker. They wondered if he could steal Picasso's paintings.

At the airport, a large passenger plane slowly landed. However, there were not many people coming down of the plane. They were led by three white old men, followed by their servants and bodyguards. This was a private plane flight, not an ordinary passenger plane.

After getting off the plane, Sir Owen was already waiting there. When he saw the three old men, he immediately went up and hugged them. "Old friend, welcome."

It turned out that all three of them were his friends—the famous collectors of Europe, Cantona, Gompos, and Joseph.

After greeting Sir Owen, the three got on his RV and left the airport together.

After getting in the car, Cantona asked, "Sir Owen, does that Huaxia person really have 30 of Picasso's hand drafts? Is this real?"

Sir Owen said, "Old friend, this is really not a joke. Mr. Qin is really amazing. He does have a lot of Picasso's manuscripts. I was lucky enough to exchange them for 10 of them. They are now in my treasure room."

Gompos said, "Sir, Picasso's paintings have become rare in the past few years. Why does he have so many of them? The people of Huaxia are always cunning. Are you sure those paintings are real? Is there something wrong with them?"

Upon hearing that, the smile on Sir Owen's face disappeared. He said solemnly, "Gompos, are you questioning my ability to identify antiques? Those paintings have already passed Garrard's appraisal. Don't tell me you don't trust Garrard's ability?"

Gompos smiled awkwardly and said, "Sir, don't be angry. I just feel that it's a little strange for so many Picasso paintings to appear all of a sudden."

Sir Owen was clearly still angry and continued to say, "I can assure you that these paintings are absolutely real.

"They are not only appraised by Garrard, but they also successfully passed the inspection of carbon 14. As collectors, we can't ask Mr. Qin how he got them. We only need to know these paintings are real.

"It's a pity that Mr. Qin only agreed to exchange them with the bronze sculpted heads, and I have used up the two in my hands. Otherwise, it's not your turn at all. I've put them all in the treasure house."

Joseph said, "Sir, good things need to be collected by everyone. With so many Picasso paintings, you should at least give them to each of us."

Sir Owen said, "Have you found the bronze sculpted heads of the 12 zodiac animals? If you don't have them, I don't think Mr. Qin would exchange with you."

Joseph said, "Yes, there happened to be one in my treasure vault. I haven't touched it for many years. Fortunately, I didn't sell it, or I would miss this opportunity."

Cantona said, "This time, each of us brought a bronze sculpted head of the 12 zodiac animals. We should be able to exchange them for Mr. Qin's paintings."

In Qin Haodong's room, not only did he consolidate his cultivation at the Late-Stage of Gold Core by pair cultivation, but he also helped Nalan Wushuang to enter the ninth level of Supreme Power Realm.

When they excitedly walked out of the room, it was already midnight again.

"Haodong, am I dreaming?"

Nalan Wushuang couldn't believe that it was true. Just a few days ago, she was just a warrior at the Covert Power Realm. Just a week later, she had been a ninth level supreme power master, the supreme existence among the warriors.

And it was the little man in front of her who brought all this to her.

Qin Haodong said with a smirk, "How can it be a dream? Do I have to prove it to you again that this is true?"

Nalan Wushuang said shyly, "That doesn't count. It will happen even in dreams."

Qin Haodong raised his hand and patted her plump waist. He said casually, "Then I'll open the window and exchange some fresh air for you to feel the real world."

After that, he stopped the room's defensive formation, opened all the windows, and let the fresh air in.

But at this moment, a gust of wind swept his eyes, directly sweeping away the Picasso's paintings on the table, and rushed out from the window on the other side.