"This seems to be 'Resentful Burial Money...'"
"Daoist, what is Resentful Burial Money?"
"Specially made Yansheng Money for burials, filled with death and bad luck. Old man asks you, have you recently received any unclean money?"
Wu Shenhan's throat rattled, his gaze drifted to the corner of the wall.
Kuai Dayou immediately stepped forward, picked up the nearby iron shovel, and fiercely dug at the corner.
Ding!
The item was buried not deeply, and immediately made a crisp sound.
Upon digging it out, it turned out to be a whole bag of silver, clanging.
Under Wang Daoxuan's gesture, Kuai Dayou took out a dagger and cut it open.
Indeed, inside was a blackened ancient coin, covered in copper rust and foul odor.
"It seems this humble Daoist was mistaken!"
Wang Daoxuan slightly relaxed his brow, "The Capital has a City God Temple and Mortal Gods, if Zhao Qingxu wants to not disturb the City God and cast spells remotely, he still needs a medium."
