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Chapter 18 The Boy Who Sells Talismans

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng set up a stall not far from the middle-aged man.

He stood the sign he had written long ago on the ground, and then took off the small wooden box he carried on his back.

There were a few talismans in the wooden box. Zhang Yifeng took out the talismans and placed them on the ground one by one.

Zhang Yifeng's actions attracted a lot of attention.

"Little brother, what are you selling?"

Someone came to inquire soon.

Zhang Yifeng pointed to the sign around him, which had four big characters written on it: Sale of talismans.

"Tactics? What are you doing?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "There are words on the back of the talisman, you can take a look."

Someone squatted down and looked at the back of the talisman. Someone immediately laughed.

"Evil-exorcist talisman, divine talisman, amulet, etc. I'm not wrong with this, right? Fireball talisman! Haha, don't tell me that the fireball talisman can spit fire, right?"

"It's so funny. I've seen many scammers in the Treasure Garden. I've never seen you a scammer who has no technical content."

After reading it, most people find it funny. Has this young man read too many costume Taoist movies or novels?

Of course, some people who don’t believe it, and some people who are skeptical asked tentatively: “Little brother, what is the function of this amulet? How to sell it?”

"Wear it with you and protect you from peace when you encounter powerful damage."

"So amazing? How much is it?"

"Hundreds of thousands."

"Young man, you have a good ability to make talismans, but I think you must be crazy."

At first, some people came to ask, but then more and more people regarded Zhang Yifeng as a joke, and no one came to ask about talismans again.

Zhang Yifeng was not in a hurry either. He had no hope of selling the talisman on the first day.

After waiting for three hours, no one asked. Zhang Yifeng packed up his things and turned around and left.

When passing by the middle-aged man's stall, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke: "Little brother, you said my sword is an unknown sword. Can your evil talisman remove the evil spirit of this sword?"

It is obvious that the middle-aged sword is still not sold. In fact, anyone who has studied bronze swords knows that some antiquities cannot be unearthed, and bronze swords with this structure are one of them, because as long as this sword is unearthed, whoever gets it will be unlucky, and it is because it is contaminated with evil spirits in the tomb.

Middle-aged people have been observing Zhang Yifeng, and he has also heard of the talismans sold by Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said, "No, your sword evil spirit is too deep, and my talisman level is not high."

Zhang Yifeng can find only a limited amount of materials, and the talismans he has refined now can only be considered first-level talismans.

"Little brother, let's do this, how about I sell it to you for 500,000?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "You don't want your family to be destroyed, so I advise you to throw this sword today. If you throw it early, maybe things will turn around. Otherwise, there will be a dead end."

"this……"

The middle-aged man trembled, and his career was indeed at a low point, otherwise he would not have come to Zhenbaoyuan to sell all his collections in exchange for cash.

In the past few days, many of his things have been sold, but no one bought this sword. Those who know antiques told him that this is an unknown sword, and no one will buy it as long as they enter this industry. Even the unspoken rule of this industry is that such things are not allowed to be sold, which is harmful.

"Hey, it seems that I really have to find a place to bury him. If it really hurts me, I shouldn't have brought it back."

The middle-aged man sighed, then packed up his things and prepared to go home.

"Uncle, if you really decide to throw it away, you can give me this sword." Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.

"Give it to you?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned.

"Well, don't ask me what I'm doing. I won't ask for your sword in vain. This is a talisman for exorcising evil spirits. If you put this sword at home, your residence must be infected with some unknown aura. These auras may not cause harm to you, but can affect your luck. If you bring this talisman and walk at home, it will be enough to clear away the remaining evil spirits. Without these swords and evil spirits, I promise that your career will not continue to be deteriorated."

"this……"

Although middle-aged people knew that this sword was an evil thing, they were still a little reluctant to give it to others. This is human nature, even if they don’t need it, they can’t give it to others.

Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "If you can't bear to leave, then forget it."

"Forget it, what's wrong with giving it to you? It's just a little brother, you have to be careful."

Middle-aged man gritted his teeth and handed the sword to Zhang Yifeng, but did not ask Zhang Yifeng for any evil-removing talisman, because he didn't think Zhang Yifeng's talisman was useful at all. He turned around and began to pack up his things.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and secretly stuffed an evil-removing talisman into his middle-aged trouser bag. He said that if he gave a talisman to middle-aged, he would definitely give it.

In addition, this ghost sword does have some effect on him. Although he can't use it at all now, when his cultivation is stronger in the future, the evil thoughts in the ghost sword can be refined into pure energy by him!

This is Zhang Yifeng's power. He can not only refine alchemy, but also "god".

In fact, evil thoughts are also a kind of power, but this power is too evil. Only by eliminating evil and unknown information can this power become pure.

The earth's spiritual energy is thin, so Zhang Yifeng must do everything possible to improve his cultivation. The evil energy in this ghost sword cannot be used now, but it will be of great use in the future.

Zhang Yifeng wrapped the bronze sword with a cloth sign. Although it was separated by a piece of cloth, Zhang Yifeng still noticed a stream of evil aura emanating from the sword body, affecting his spirit.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to carry such things with him for too long. He didn't go back to school immediately. He bought a few knives in a supermarket and went to the suburbs.

After finding a abandoned land, Zhang Yifeng dug a pit about ten meters and buried the sword in the soil.

This sword is too evil, and even a cultivator Zhang Yifeng dared not carry it on his body for too long. After all, his cultivation is too weak.

After doing all this, Zhang Yifeng returned to the dormitory.

At the same time, the middle-aged man also returned home.

The middle-aged man's home is in Nanshan Villa District, Hangyang City. The huge villa seems very deserted. He only has his wife and no servant at home. He even sold a lot of furniture or paid off his debts.

"Ahao, how about it? How much did it cost?" The woman walked towards middle age.

"I sold 1.2 million today, but it's still a drop in the bucket. I won't go to Zhenbao Garden tomorrow, so I'd better ask someone to help me. There's not much time left. If no one helps me, my Haotian Group will declare bankruptcy."

"It's okay, no matter what our family turns out to be, I will be by your side. Hey, Ah Hao, how can there be light in your pants?"
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