Global wonders have descended, and only I possess the treasure-hunting radar.

The snack shop on the antique street isn't far away.

After walking for a few minutes, Wang Yan arrived at the antique shop where the system indicated the location of the rare item.

At this time, a large crowd had gathered in front of the antique shop.

Inside the store, a gaunt, middle-aged man leaned against the counter.

My toes stopped on the inside of the threshold, even though I was only one step away from the street.

It felt like there was a deep ditch between them, and they dared not step out.

Several shop owners nearby saw Wang Yan approaching and immediately warned him.

"Young man, don't stand at the door, those nails are weird."

Wang Yan looked up.

A long black nail was nailed to the door frame.

[Class E artifact discovered: Reflection Nail.]

The shop owner had a hoarse voice.

"Can you see something's wrong with it?"

Wang Yan did not deny it.

"Are you trapped by it?"

The boss looked like he had finally found someone who could understand him; his lips were trembling.

"For three days now, every night I walk to the door and get stuck there."

"I can't move, I can't speak, I can only feel something being slowly pulled out of my body."

The jade seller added from the side, "The police came, but they didn't find anything wrong."

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop also said, "We had someone pry it open, but the crowbar bent and the nail wouldn't budge. We even tried pulling it out with a rope, but the rope wouldn't cut, and in the end, the person almost broke their back."

"Old Meng has visibly lost weight in the last three days." Another boss said with a grim face, "Last night was even more frightening. He stood at the door, his shadow was nailed to the ground, and he trembled like a piece of paper."

Old Meng smiled bitterly: "I can't hold on any longer. I've already spent a lot of money to hire a master, but he hasn't arrived yet."

"Young man, if you really can see the problem, could you take a look at it for me first?"

Wang Yan looked at the other person's physique and realized that the other person was extremely weak.

If we don't deal with that strange object soon, we might really die.

So Wang Yan said calmly, "No need to spend money, I can solve it for you right now."

Upon hearing this, the shop owners around were all stunned.

The jade seller hesitated and said, "Young man, you can't say things like that. The master from Qingfeng Temple that Lao Meng invited is very famous in the south of the city. I heard he really knows magic. He's asking for 8. You're offering it for free. Is that reliable?"

Before Wang Yan could speak, a copper bell suddenly rang out from the street corner.

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe walked in.

He was followed by two assistants, one carrying a wooden box and the other carrying a folding altar.

The man in the Taoist robe had a long beard, held a string of copper bells in his hand, and walked with a swaying gait, making quite a grand entrance.

The onlookers immediately made way.

"Here he comes! Master Zhang is here!"

"This grandeur is clearly not that of an ordinary person."

"Old Meng is saved this time."

Master Zhang became even more smug upon hearing these praises.

He walked to the door, glanced at the long black nails, then looked at Wang Yan, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"You just said you could solve it?"

Wang Yan remained silent.

Master Zhang sneered: "Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

"This nail is tainted by vengeful spirits and has become an ominous object. Anyone who dares to touch it, except for someone like me who has cultivated for many years, will suffer misfortune."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those around them changed.

"A vengeful spirit? No wonder it's so eerie."

"The master is truly amazing; he saw through the root cause at a glance."

"The young man just said he'd fix it for free, but he almost got himself into trouble."

Wang Yan, who was standing to the side, suddenly chuckled.

If others can't see it, how could he not?

According to the system radar, Master Zhang only possesses one owner-owned F-class rare item.

[A Class F artifact has been detected: a wind chime.]

A civilian weapon wielder who makes a fuss using F-grade artifacts probably can't even get in with official peripheral personnel.

The "Reflection Nail" on the door frame is an E-grade artifact.

F-level versus E-level.

That's impossible.

They even mentioned vengeful spirits and malevolent forces.

snort!

He's just a complete old liar.

Wang Yan didn't expose him, but simply stepped aside.

Seeing this, Master Zhang assumed he was scared and raised his voice even louder: "You really are a little swindler. Today I'll show you what real skills are."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The two assistants immediately set up the altar, placing yellow paper, incense burner, peach wood sword, and copper bell on it one by one.

Master Zhang stood before the altar, chanting incantations, and with a flick of his wrist, the copper bell jingled.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind suddenly rose up.

The yellow paper on the table fluttered and flew around, and the incense ash was swirled in the wind, rotating around the door frame.

The onlookers gasped in surprise.

"Amazing!"

"There really is wind! The master truly has magical powers!"

"This money was well spent!"

Master Zhang listened to the sounds around him, and his smile deepened.

He suddenly raised the peach wood sword and aimed it at the black nails on the door frame.

"You little vengeful spirit, scatter at once!"

The black nail vibrated the next second.

The wind swirling around the door frame seemed to be swallowed up by something.

Master Zhang's expression changed.

Before he could react, a chilling shock suddenly burst forth from the black nail.

boom!

The altar was blown up.

Yellow paper, incense burner, and peach wood sword were scattered all over the ground.

Master Zhang was so shocked that he was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the side of the street. His eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

The onlookers who were just praising him suddenly fell silent.

"A...master?"

"It collapsed already?"

"Weren't the vengeful spirits supposed to be dispersing?"

Black Nail seemed to be enraged.

The black light on the door frame suddenly intensified, and the shadow at Lao Meng's feet was suddenly stretched out, slamming against the threshold with a snap.

The color drained from Lao Meng's face at a visible speed.

His body moved uncontrollably toward the door, making a labored sound in his throat.

"Help...help me..."

The shop owner who was watching panicked.

"here we go again!"

"Even fiercer than last night!"

"Master Zhang has collapsed, what are we going to do?"

Just as everyone was backing away, Wang Yan took a step forward.

He didn't move quickly, but he stood directly at the doorway.

The chilling power surging from the black nails struck him, preventing even the hem of his clothes from moving.

Wang Yan raised his hand and pressed down on the black nail.

The raging black light was instantly suppressed.

The shadow that had been pinned to Lao Meng's feet suddenly loosened.

Everyone around was stunned.

The thing that had just sent Master Zhang flying was now completely immobilized in this young man's hands, as if its head had been pinned down.

Old Meng collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

The way he looked at Wang Yan completely changed.

So this is the real master.

"One hundred thousand!"

Old Meng's voice trembled: "If you solve this, I'll give you 100,000! Right now!"

Wang Yan snorted coldly.

I didn't believe him before.

Now you know you're going to die and you're only starting to believe it?

However, considering the 10 yuan they offered, I'll let it go.

Wang Yan felt that the past should not be investigated.

Do you wish to collect the E-grade rare item: Reflection Nail?

"collect."

Click.

The black nail loosened on the spot.

The chill in the doorway vanished instantly.

Wang Yan casually removed the black nail.

To outsiders, that strange nail that tormented Lao Meng for three days was...

He even knocked out a master's evil artifact, and took it away so casually.

I was utterly shocked.

Old Meng tentatively took a step outside.

This time, there was no stiffness, no emptiness, and no feeling of the reflection being nailed down.

He really came out.

Old Meng stood on the street, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm out! I'm out!"

The next second, he transferred the money directly to Wang Yan.

[Received: 100000.00 yuan.]

"Master, you must accept this money. You're saving my life!"

Wang Yan put away his phone.

[Successfully added to favorites.]

Current collection progress: 9/10

Only one more item is needed.

Master Zhang was still lying on the ground on the street, unconscious.

The people who had just praised him as a god were now too embarrassed to speak.

The jade seller swallowed hard: "So this is the real master..."

The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop whispered, "That guy on the ground, is he a conman?"

Wang Yan offered no explanation.

He glanced at the time.

At 7 p.m., the folk weapon wielders gathered.

If there really is a trade in rare items there, we might be able to complete all the stage quests today.

Wang Yan turned and left, while a group of shop owners behind him were still murmuring in amazement.

"Such a young master?"

"That was like crushing an ant."

"Old Meng really escaped with his life this time."