"I don't... know you, but I have an antique I'd like you to help me appraise," Qiao Xiguan said hurriedly.
"Sorry, I'm very busy today," Gui Yuan said calmly as he pushed Qiao Xiguan's hand away and left.
"Gui Yuan, stop right there!"
Gui Yuan frowned, having absolutely no interest in the woman who was so frantic and out of control, and, feeling somewhat repulsed, walked away.
In a moment of agitation, Qiao Xiguan, perhaps possessed by some demon, didn't realize what she was doing until the bag of broken pottery had already smashed onto Gui Yuan's head, and then...
A stream of red blood cascaded down, shocking everyone present.
Gui Yuan felt he was really unlucky.