62: C62 Refiner

C62 Refiner

In the room, Lin Fann closed his eyes in meditation.

Suddenly there was a splash in the bathroom and steam began to rise.

A few bloody words suddenly appeared on the originally empty mirror.

Give me back my life.

Accompanied by a strange cackle of laughter.

Whoosh.

After waking up from his meditation, Lin Fann stretched comfortably as he recovered all the Essence consumed in pill refining.

When he went to the bathroom to wash his face, he was startled by the words on the mirror.

"I don't think so when I look at the house. Is the rent so cheap because of this?"

He put some of the liquid on his nose and smelled it. Indeed, it was the smell of blood, and it was human blood.

Ye Zichen took out his phone to call the owner, but the owner wasn't in the service area.

Tsk tsk, looks like he was slaughtered.

After scanning the bathroom thoughtfully for a while, his gaze finally returned to the mirror. "Looks like I have to refine some Talisman for self-defense."

After making up his mind, Lin Fann took his backpack and left, directly driving to the antique street in Haiyun City.

Refining talismans was not easy. Of course, to others, refining talismans was not difficult in Lin Fann's eyes.

Amongst the skills that the old man had given him, both talismans and medical techniques were supplementary to martial arts.

I can't say I like him, but I can't say I don't like him either. Since I'm free, I might as well do it. I just didn't expect that Blue River was better than Blue River. His Symbol Technique far surpassed this old man's.

Antique Street, as the name implied, a street with antiques.

There were all kinds of antiques, paintings, porcelain, jade artifacts, etc. Of course, there was also the purpose of Lin Fann's visit, the Talisman.

After walking one round, Lin Fann realized that the Talisman here were all fake.

They were all decorated well on the surface, but there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy in them. A Talisman without spirit energy was no different from a piece of white paper, it was just that the former had a rough outline and the latter had nothing.

Lin Fann originally wanted to buy a Talisman to study, but now it was unnecessary.

"Looks like I have to do it myself."

After buying Xuan paper and cinnabar directly, Lin Fann found an empty place on the antique street and sat down.

"Young man, this is your first time setting up a stall, right?"

Before his butt could warm up, a passionate voice rang out.

Looking up in curiosity, he saw an amiable old man.

Lin Fann put the materials he bought onto the ground and then replied, "Old Uncle, did you figure it out?"

"I've been setting up stalls here for almost ten years, and this is my first time seeing you."

Looking at the tools in front of Lin Fann, the old man laughed, "Lad, you are too brave. You sold your charms on your first time selling them."

"Old man, I'll bet you that this kid won't be able to sell a single talisman today."1

Before Lin Fann could say anything, the middle-aged man on the other side of the stall mocked, "Which one of you isn't from that old geezer or woman these days? Who would believe your bullshit at such a young age?"

"Young man, don't listen to his nonsense. I just feel that you're very powerful and can sell." the old man said soothingly.

"Uncle, it's been a long time since I've refined a talisman. No matter what, I'm still a little unfamiliar with it."

Opening up the paper, Lin Fann picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and slowly dropped it onto the paper.

Seeing Lin Fann's actions, the old man couldn't help but be shocked.

Shouldn't he be drawing talismans like a god? Why was his movements so slow?

Furthermore, what did he mean by 'refining talismans'? Did he say something wrong?

It should be Talisman Drawing, right?

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