Yi Yun was just thinking about that when he saw the Fat Old Man pull out a tattered sheet of yellow paper. It reminded Yi Yun of the rough toilet paper used in the rural villages of Huaxia in the 1980s. In fact, this talisman paper was even more battered than that toilet paper.
Compared to the copy of Dragon Marrow Tiger Bones Fist Lin Xin Tong had given him, the quality of this talisman paper was worlds apart.
Under Yi Yun's deeply suspicious gaze, the Fat Old Man stuck a plump finger into his mouth and licked it. Then, using his finger as a brush, he dipped it in saliva and scrawled wildly across the talisman paper.
"Done!"
The Fat Old Man handed the talisman paper to Yi Yun. "Keep it safe. This old man's talisman paper is worth no ordinary sum. I'm giving you a bargain. Hey, why are you looking at me like that again? There's no need to be overwhelmed with gratitude."
Speechless, Yi Yun accepted the talisman paper. The saliva on it had been smeared into an incomprehensible mess, and from the look of it, it was about to dry.
Yi Yun wore an expression like he was constipated. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the old man's abilities. He was just afraid the old man was playing a prank on him. After all, this talisman paper was supposed to save his life!
If, at the critical moment when he was about to die—for example, when a desolate beast had chased him into a dead end—he suddenly threw out this talisman paper, only for it to have no effect at all...
The scene was too beautiful for Yi Yun to imagine. If that desolate beast had any intelligence, it would probably think Yi Yun