Beauty's Supreme Expert

This was a common way of drawing talismans. Not only was it fast, the talismans drawn were also very tasty.    

The smell of art.    

Even hanging at home had no effect, and did not prevent her from seeing it as a work of art.    

In the eyes of experts, there was actually a rhythm to drawing talismans.    

For example, Lin Fann was drawing talismans right now. The speed of his drawing was not fast, but it was sonorous and powerful. Every step he took forward of the drawing was accompanied by a heavy force.    

The layman watched the commotion while the expert watched the flow.    

The old man was not a true expert, but he had once taken a master in talisman drawing. Looking at Lin Fann's character drawing, he seemed to see the master that taught him how to draw. No, even the master couldn't compare to Lin Fann?    

The old man was shocked by this thought and quickly retracted his thoughts. However, he found that Lin Fann had already drawn a talisman.    

Looking at the time, twenty minutes had actually passed?    

Does it take that long to draw a charm?    

"Uncle, you should be an expert. Can you help me see the quality of my talisman?"    

Lin Fann smiled as he handed the amulet over to the old man, "Then let me estimate the price to sell it to you."    

Nodding his head, the old man took the Talisman and looked at it. For some reason, he truly felt that there seemed to be a strange power within the Talisman.    

And because of this strange power, this Talisman became very heavy.    

Could it be that this is a real Talisman?    

"Young lad, the Talisman you drew is different from the one I met before."    

Returning the Talisman back to Lin Fann, the old man laughed: "But I can feel that the Talisman that you drew has some power."    

"So?"    

"So if you sell it, it'll be worth it." The old man raised a finger.    

"A hundred thousand apiece?" Lin Fann nodded in realization. He smiled and said, "That's a decent price. Alright, I'll pay you one hundred thousand."    

Ah? A hundred thousand apiece?    

The old man raised a finger and said 1,000 yuan, but he didn't expect Lin Fann to mistake it for 100,000 yuan each.    

"Hey, boy, are you crazy about money?"    

When the middle-aged man next door heard this, he immediately laughed and said, "You want to buy a hundred thousand for just drawing a few pictures? Do you think everyone is an idiot?"    

Ignoring the middle-aged man's ridicule, Lin Fann took out a sign and wrote down the price before placing it beside the Talisman.    

Lin Fann took out another piece of Xuan paper and started refining again.    

The old man, who was already attracted by Lin Fann's method of drawing talismans, walked over with a stool to take a look.    

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. He seemed to be completely immersed in it, and didn't even know how much time had passed.    

"Uncle, uncle?"    

A shout brought the old man back to his senses. He saw Lin Fann holding the already painted Talisman: "Oh, sorry, I was distracted just now."    

How strange, what just happened?    

Thinking back to that weird scene just now, it was as if he was pulled inside by the Talisman.    

Suddenly, he remembered what the expert who taught him how to draw talismans had said. Ordinary Talisman were drawn, while those who possessed strength were refined.    

Could it be that this young man really was refining talismans?    

"Uncle, it's fate that we met. This talisman is for you."    

Lin Fann explained as he handed the newly painted Talisman to the old man: "The Talisman I refine is different from normal Talisman. When you want to use it, you have to put a little bit of blood on your fingertip.    

"Young man, this is a hundred thousand yuan each. Are you really willing to give it to me?"    

Looking at Lin Fann, who didn't seem like he was joking, the old man couldn't help but be shocked, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I don't have a hundred thousand yuan."