Chapter 1086: Chapter 747: Yin Buddha Talisman Woman
"It sounds quite similar to your Soul-Capturing Mirror ability, but it doesn’t seem as powerful." Tong Han was one of the few who had witnessed Yang Xiao’s Soul-Capturing Mirror ability and survived, leaving a deep impression on him.
Holding his breath slightly, Yang Xiao’s face beneath the mask turned strange; he keenly sensed that something was off about this Bone Fan.
This type of spatial Magic Artifact is extremely dangerous. There is a Mirror Ghost in his Soul-Capturing Mirror, and there might be some unknown entity within this Bone Fan. Those few vague outlines made him feel uneasy.
However, to most people, this was undoubtedly a rare and precious item, and the starting price was astounding, reaching 60,000 golden chips, with the price on the large screen continuously updating.
"These guys are indeed extravagant..." Yang Xiao sighed inwardly, realizing that people are indeed different; his assets weren’t even enough for others to squander in one go.
Staring at the big clients in the front row bidding incessantly, Yang Xiao could only sigh but didn’t feel much envy. In terms of the quality of Magic Artifacts, Yang Xiao was the real wealthy one; any treasure he casually took out from his collection wouldn’t necessarily be inferior to this Bone Fan.
However, the current issue was that he only had usage rights over these treasures, not ownership. The treasures belonged to his good sister, and even himself, he might get taken by his good sister one day.
In the end, the final sale price of the Bone Fan was shockingly high, a whopping 117,000 golden chips, nearly double the starting price, secured by client number 4.
As the ownership of the Bone Fan concluded, Yang Xiao’s mood gradually became urgent. He held his breath, gazing at the auction stage, as the real bottom-drawer treasure was about to make its entrance.
His master wanted something from inside, and the very first item to come out was it.
The seasoned auctioneer collected his smile at this moment, clasped his hands towards the audience, and in a voice just loud enough for everyone to hear, said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this auction session is hereby concluded. We kindly ask those who have not reserved for the next special auction session to leave the venue."
"Rest assured, the treasures you have won in this session are ready. Please follow the staff’s guidance and proceed to the corresponding rooms to collect them after you exit. Thank you all for your support tonight."
The auctioneer’s words were well-spoken, but immediate dissatisfaction arose from the audience. Not far in front of Yang Xiao, someone stood up abruptly and questioned loudly, "What do you mean by this? Why didn’t you mention the reservation requirement earlier? Now that the good stuff is coming out, you announce it. Are we being looked down upon?"
"I have money, do you need a capital verification?" Another person chimed in, sitting diagonally in front of Yang Xiao, number 26, shouting angrily at the old man on stage, "I’ve got 300,000 golden chips in my card, is that enough? Tell me, is it enough?!"
Both individuals were Angel Envoys, and in their urgency, faint spiritual power waves emanated from them, making it clear they wouldn’t let the matter rest without an explanation today; it was an insult to them.
Stirred by these two outspoken individuals, others in the back row also began chattering noisily. After all, auctions of this scale were rare, even if they didn’t buy anything, just watching could increase their knowledge significantly; these were intangible assets.
"This is courting death..." Tong Han murmured softly.
Just as he finished speaking, a sudden bell rang in their ears. The bell was deep and melodious, sweeping away a dozen or so spiritual power waves that emerged from around them in an instant. Number 26, who was shouting the loudest, stiffened and fell backward rigidly.
Soon after, two Ghost Slaves approached, each grabbing an arm, and unceremoniously dragged the unconscious number 26 out of the auction venue. Yang Xiao noticed a trail of water left on the ground.
The effect of his master’s action was immediate; no one was shouting or complaining about the hotel being oppressive anymore. The venue fell into complete silence.
Guests without a special invitation left of their own accord. Five minutes later, including Yang Xiao and Tong Han, there were fewer than 30 people left in the large venue, which had become much quieter.
Among those who left were the Marquis Zhengdong and the An Nan Marquis, the bullies of Xiang Ma Town. However, at this moment, even these arrogant individuals didn’t dare to act out of line, slightly lowering their heads and hastily departing. In no time, they vanished without a trace, their arrogant front quickly replaced by docility.
Indeed, in the world of the Angel Envoys, strength ultimately speaks louder. Whoever has the biggest fist gets the largest piece, and his master was undoubtedly the biggest fist in Xiang Ma Town.
After unrelated people left, the elderly auctioneer took a deep breath and his expression turned serious, "As the most esteemed guests of this hotel, you naturally have the privilege to enjoy the best services. I guarantee that the few items in the special auction will not disappoint."
Yang Xiao was also very curious as to what these last few treasures were, which were more precious than the Bone Fan, so much so that his master, a Netherworld-level Apostle, was deeply concerned.
"Ladies and gentlemen, keep your eyes open!" With the auctioneer’s exclamation, a black marble table slowly cracked open, revealing a cloth pouch hidden within.
The pouch was stitched with coarse burlap, very crudely made, and looked filthy, with its opening tightly bound with a strand of straw.
Though it was called a pouch, it was actually only about the size of two fists, and somewhat flat. It seemed like there was something inside, but not much.
"This is..."
Someone in the audience exclaimed, likely recognizing the item’s origin.
This was the benefit of experience. Yang Xiao couldn’t figure out what was so mysterious about this item; if it were thrown on the street, he wouldn’t even give it a glance.
