I'm in Horror World, Taoism Exorcism

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Chen Feng said that the force increased, and more rust layers were shaken off.

After repeating this several times, Chen Feng saw that there were many fine slashes on the blade of the sword.

However, the sword edge did not collapse.

These all prove that this is a good sword, and it has indeed experienced countless battles.

After shaking off the rust on the outer layer, Chen Feng didn't care about the rust on the blade.

After so many years, if the rust is completely worn away, it will inevitably damage the blade. Chen Feng is not willing.

Touching the rusty sword and feeling the strong evil spirit, Chen Feng only felt pain in his tentacles, as if there were many thin needles piercing his hand at the same time.

But this kind of feeling, ordinary people can't feel it when they touch it.

Because, I can't feel the suffocation above.

And if it was replaced by a ghost, it would be wounded at the touch of a hand, and the wound would be instantly dead, not as simple as feeling pain.

The more Chen Feng looked at this sword, the more he liked it, as if he was stroking a girl's body.

An Qi couldn't take it anymore, and whispered, "Perverted."

Chen Feng didn't care: "What do you know, go, come with me again."

Chen Feng put away the sword and took An Qi to Chinatown.

He will give this sword a hilt and scabbard.

For such a sword, it is impossible to hit the Kaoru wood scabbard with peach wood and Lei 713.

Because the two wood properties are yang, and the evil spirits on the sword are in conflict, and they will kill each other.

The scabbard and hilt of this sword should preferably be made of rough aged and gloomy wood.

The rough-year-old gloomy wood, also known as the wood for nourishing the soul, is naturally capable of nourishing the yin and soul, and at the same time nourishing the evil spirits.

But this kind of thing belongs to the legend, which can be met but not sought.

Chen Feng didn't expect to find it either, he just wanted to find some good ebony to make a hilt and scabbard.

After looking around in Chinatown, Chen Feng could not find any timber shop.

Instead, they found a coffin shop.

Some elderly people here in Chinatown still keep the tradition of using coffins for burial after death, so some people still open coffin shops.

Walking into the shop, a middle-aged Chinese in his 50s greeted him.

After seeing Chen Feng and the blond An Qi, he was stunned.

In English: "What kind of coffin do you two want to buy?"

Chen Feng smiled and replied in Chinese: "I don't buy coffins, I want to buy some wood.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Feng in surprise and said in Chinese, "I haven't heard such authentic Mandarin for a long time, especially from a young man like you.

The Mandarin of the middle-aged people has a little accent, which seems to be from the Fujian province.

Having said this, he sighed: "Many young people now speak English more and more fluently.

But he doesn't speak a word of Chinese, and he even forgets his roots.

There are not many young people like you, it is rare, rare. "

Chen Feng knew that what the middle-aged man said was true.

However, after more than ten years, as the country becomes stronger and stronger, some people will pick up the forgotten Chinese again.

But there are also some people who sell more thoroughly, but the country is strong, but they slander it more and more.

Seems to be afraid of seeing a strong homeland.

Because of this, it will make them appear to themselves that their original decision was wrong.

Chen Feng shook his head secretly, without talking much to the middle-aged man on this topic, but emphasized again: "Boss, I want to buy some wood.

The boss also recovered from the emotions he had just been around: "My wood was originally not sold out, but, seeing that you are in a relationship, make an exception.

What kind of wood do you want?"

Chen Feng: "Gloomy wood is best. If there is no gloomy wood, better ebony will do."

"Gloomy Wood?" The boss was a little surprised, and looked at Chen Feng again: "Nowadays, many elderly people don't know this name, and even said they were young people.

How do you know this wood?"

Chen Feng said with a smile: "You just bend the pipe, do you have a gloomy wood (cgee) here?"

The boss smiled bitterly: "Gloomy wood is also called soul raising wood, do you know how precious it is?

In ancient times, emperors and princes were not necessarily able to sleep in such coffins.

How could I have such wood.

but……."

"But what?" Chen Feng asked.

The boss said: "If you want to use gloomy wood as a coffin, then it's a dream.

If you want much, I do know someone who has a small piece.

Does anyone really have gloomy wood?

Chen Feng was a little surprised and excited: "Who, is it convenient for the boss to tell me? 33

The boss said: "It's nothing to tell you, the other person is dead, I heard that your inheritance was passed on to an outsider, sigh, I'm not too clear...

Hearing this, Chen Feng's heart moved.

An absurd thought came up, the person the boss said was not old man Wang, right?

That outsider, wouldn't it be him?

Sure enough, the next moment, the boss said: "That person is Wang Yingxuan, who was originally a paper maker in our Chinatown.

His craftsmanship of tying paper is a must, and the paper figures and horses that he ties with are all vivid and very popular.

However, four years ago, he did not know what was the stimulus and insisted on moving the shop to Hollywood Boulevard.

To this end, he also spent a lot of relationships and a lot of money.

But you said, is that place a papermaker should go to?

I heard that after he moved there, the business was so miserable that it couldn't open for a few months.

All his life savings were taken into it.

Some time ago, I heard that he died and gave the shop and all his inheritance to an outsider.

Alas, I don't know what he was thinking.

Speaking of this, the boss sighed again: "The shop may have closed down long ago, if you want to find Gloomy Wood, you must first find the outsider who inherited his legacy.

I don't even know who it is.

Chen Feng was a little confused.

He didn't expect that things turned around and turned back to himself.

This thing is too f*ck coincidental.

Really, even more outrageous than fiction.

However, the old man Wang had been dealing with Zhazhi all his life, and there was a piece of gloomy wood, which seemed to make sense.

Jian, by the way, that piece of gloomy wood is now his.

Old Man Wang left all his inheritance to him, including that gloomy wood.

Chen Feng came back to his senses and said to the owner of the coffin shop: "That shop has not closed down. It is still open on Hollywood Boulevard, and it's open very well. The owner can visit when you have time."