Chapter 62

In the room, when Lin Fan closed his eyes.

Suddenly there was a sound of water in the bathroom, and a stream of steam rose.

Originally empty mirror, suddenly appeared a few bloody words.

Give me my life back.

Accompanied by a strange laugh of Jie Jie.

Whoa.

When he wakes up from meditation, Lin Fan stretches comfortably, and all the energy consumed in alchemy is restored.

In the past, the bathroom was ready to wash his face, but he was startled by the words on the mirror.

"These four words seem to be not when you look at the house. Is that why the rent is so cheap?"

It's really bloody, and it's human blood.

Take out the mobile phone to call the homeowner, but remind the other party is not in the service area.

Tut, it seems that this is being slaughtered.

Thoughtfully, he glanced around the bathroom, and finally his eyes returned to the mirror: "it seems that it's better to practice some seal script for self-defense."

Having made up his mind, Lin Fan picked up his backpack and drove directly to the antique street in Haiyun city.

It is not easy to refine runes. Of course, this is for others. In Lin Fan's eyes, it is not difficult.

In the skills that the old man gave him, refining talismans and medical skills were accessories besides martial arts.

I don't like it, I don't like it. Anyway, I'm idle, but I didn't expect that blue is better than blue, and his skill of refining talisman is far better than that of the old man.

Antique Street, as the name suggests, is a street where antiques are placed.

There are different kinds of antiques here, such as calligraphy and painting, porcelain, jade and so on. Of course, the purpose of Lin Fan's coming here is Fu Zhuan.

After walking around for a while, Lin Fan finds that all the Fu Zhuan characters here are superficial.

All of them are well decorated on the surface, but there is no aura inside. A seal script without aura is no different from a piece of white paper, except that the former has a sketch on it, while the latter has nothing.

Originally, Lin Fan wanted to buy a seal script, but now it is no longer necessary.

"It seems that you have to do it yourself."

He bought rice paper and cinnabar directly, and Lin Fan found no one on the antique street and sat down.

"Young man, how about setting up a stall for the first time?"

Before the buttocks were hot, there was a warm voice.

Looking up curiously, a kind old man came into view.

When he put the purchased amulet material to his feet, Lin Fan said, "uncle, do you see it?"

"I've been setting up a stall here for almost ten years, and it's the first time I've seen you."

Looking at the tools in front of Lin fan, the old man said with a laugh: "young man, you have great courage. You sell Fu the first time you set up a stall."

"Old man, I'll bet you that this boy can't sell a rune today."

Without waiting for Lin fan to speak, the middle-aged man on the other side of the stall scoffed and said, "which one is not an old woman buying Fu these days? Who will believe your nonsense so young?"

"Young man, don't listen to his nonsense. I think you have great strength and can definitely sell it." The old man comforted.

"Uncle, I haven't practiced runes for a long time. How can I be a little rusty?"

Open the rice paper, Lin Fan picked up a brush, stained with cinnabar, and then slowly fell to the rice paper.

Looking at Lin Fan's action, the old man was stunned.

Isn't the character supposed to write like a God? Why is his action so slow?

What's the meaning of "Lian Fu" he said just now? It's wrong?

Should it be a pictorial?