The dark figure came up to the wooden cabinet. Seeing the stacks of yellow talisman paper on it, his heart involuntarily began to race.
A single Peace Talisman could easily sell for three million!
Without any hesitation, he took out a backpack and swept all the yellow talisman paper off the cabinet into it.
Then he began searching for the Jade Bottles, but despite rummaging through everything, he found no trace of them.
"That's impossible."
Looking puzzled, the dark figure said, "I remember Master Lin making a dozen or so Jade Bottles during the livestream. Did he put them in the bedrooms?"
He looked toward the rooms, but every door was tightly shut.
Thinking of Lin Fan's abilities, the dark figure decided he had better not court death. Although he had not gotten the Jade Bottles, his backpack held dozens of talismans. He could easily sell them for tens of millions.
"I'm going to be rich."
Satisfied, the dark figure lingered no longer. He turned, opened the shop door, and ran straight out.
The next day.
Lin Fan woke up early and shook his head, thinking that he had slept far too deeply yesterday.
"Making Heaven-Palm Bottles really does take a serious toll on the mind."
Lin Fan sighed. "Even with Spirit-Nourishing Pills to replenish my mental energy, I still feel exhausted."
After getting up and washing, he planned to go to the shop next door and bring over some more jade to refine.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan sensed something amiss and looked toward the wooden cabinet.
"Where are my talismans?"
He froze for a moment. Had Xiao Tuantuan or the Old Daoist taken them?
Lin Fan calculated on his fingers, divining who had taken the talismans from the cabinet and where they were now.
"Well, I never expected it