"He also said that if he wanted to save the world, if he didn't want to die, he would give him new clothes and new shoes. That's about it. Something in the book."

No way... Zhang Yuanqing was silent, thinking for a while, and said:

"Uncle, can my dad draw symbols?"

Zhang Zitao nodded, "Aren't Taoist priests just painters?"

"Do you still remember what talisman my dad drew?"

"Can not remember."

".Let's go to the house first."

The two returned to the house. Under Zhang Zitao's blank gaze, Zhang Yuanqing found a ballpoint pen and a piece of white paper in the living room, and drew a corpse-resisting talisman with flying strokes.

A corpse-suppressing talisman with only similar shape but no spiritual power.

Zhang Zitao stared at it for a few seconds, then slapped his thigh:

"Yes, yes, it's this kind of talisman. It's weird. So he taught you."

Huadu, Wanbao House.

A young man in big pants, a black T-shirt, and flip-flops walked into a small shop that had been closed for many years in the eyes of ordinary people.

Wearing a peaked cap and a mask, the young man slowly swept through the messy shop and finally landed at the cash register.

On the soft chair behind the cashier, lay a charming and lazy mature woman, holding a cigar in her hand, with lazy brows and eyes, like a lazy guest playing in the world of mortals.

The young man moved closer and stared at the woman. Under the peaked cap, a pair of dark and crazy eyes were revealed, and said:

"I heard that your place is the largest information collection and distribution center in the South, and has the largest black market, is that all?"

Lian Sanyue raised her eyelids and looked at him: "Buy props, materials, or information."

There was madness hidden in the young man's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"I want to buy information, the major branches across the country, the distribution list of Taiyimen Yeyoushen."

Lian Sanyue said:

"I have a rule that I don't sell information that is not good for the government. This is the basis for the business of the shop. But you can go to the black market and find someone to trade by yourself. Do you have any cards in hand?"

"No!"

"One hundred thousand yuan."

"No money."

"Go away if you don't have any money, you lonely ghost."

"It can be seen that I am Duoshe, and I am worthy of being the master." The young man let out a hey, his expression still crazy, like a lunatic who would lose control at any time.

He took out a bead from his pocket and put it on the cash register, "I will pledge it to you, and I will pick it up in three days."

The light of the beads flowed, presenting dreamlike pictures one after another.

Lian Sanyue grabbed the bead, looked at it a few times, and said: "The quality of the saint, the dream bead, is worth about 20 million, and it is a deal." JrNovels.com