Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

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He nodded and lowered his voice: "Yes. But that person doesn't auction; it's a consignment sale, requiring an exchange of items."

Chapter 168 Memory Bracelet

"If you're interested, sir, we can help you make the deal. However…" He paused, his tone becoming more cautious, "that person's offer is too high, and no one has been willing to switch. You should be prepared for that."

Lin Mu nodded indifferently. He wanted to see what this person wanted.

The next day, Lin Mu arrived at the auction house on time.

The waiter led him into a small, secluded room on the second floor. It contained a table, two chairs, a landscape painting on the wall, and a copper lamp in the corner, its flame burning steadily without flickering.

A teapot and teacups were placed on the table, still steaming.

Not long after Lin Mu sat down, the curtain was lifted, and a person wearing a cloak walked in.

The cloak was large, covering most of his face, leaving only his chin and eyes visible.

He sat down opposite him, his gaze lingering on Lin Mu for a moment, then sweeping over the tall, heavily bundled-up figure behind him, without saying a word.

The waiter gave a few words of introduction, then left and closed the door behind him.

"The memory bracelet is in your hands?" Lin Mu asked bluntly.

The cloaked figure nodded, his voice hoarse, as if deliberately suppressed: "Yes. You want it?"

"Yes, I heard you're asking for a high price?"

"Hmm, I want gold coins, mage equipment, and stones."

Lin Mu muttered to himself, "This guy's asking for all sorts of things, almost like he's trying to extort the Jiang family. He's quite something."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said unhurriedly, "This bracelet of yours is a separate piece, and it's not as rare as a memory ring or a memory necklace with added luck. I'm only bringing it in for my collection. If I offer too high a price and no one wants it, it'll just sit in my hands and rot."

The cloaked figure was silent for a moment, his voice still hoarse, but his tone hardened: "The price is too low, there's no point in selling it. I'll just keep it for myself."

Lin Mu put down his teacup and looked at him: "Then tell me, how many gold coins do you want, and what equipment do you want?"

The cloaked figure didn't hesitate, as if he had already thought it through: "100 gold coins, Woma Mage jewelry, and Illusionary Magic Stone Fragment (Large)."

Lin Mu thought to himself, "Wow, this memory bracelet is so valuable!"

He shook his head, speaking slowly and deliberately: "I've looked at the auction records from previous years. Memory bracelets are rare, but they're not unwanted. Because memory rings are just as rare as special rings, it's very difficult to assemble a complete set of memory bracelets, and even if you do, you can't use them without a teleportation ring. So, memory bracelets are more for collection than practical use, and they'll sell for at most 150 gold coins, and that's for a top-tier [Magic: 1-3] bracelet."

The cloaked figure's voice came from beneath the cloak, tinged with a hint of defiance: "How do you know mine isn't top-quality?"

Lin Mu glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "Even if it's top-tier, can it have better stats than Zuma equipment? What's the point of adding a few stat points?"

The cloaked figure remained silent for a moment, offering no reply. Lin Mu picked up his teacup, took another sip, and waited for him to speak.

After a long pause, the cloaked figure said, "Name your price. Perhaps you have something I like, even if the price is a little lower."

Lin Mu looked at him, not in a hurry to reply. The secret room was quiet for a while, with only the occasional crackling of the copper lamp. He put down his teacup and announced a number: "50 gold coins, a Dragon Bracelet, and a small Demon Bloodstone Fragment."

The cloaked figure shook his head and remained silent.

Lin Mu leaned back in his chair, speaking slowly and deliberately: "The Dragon Bracelet is a Zuma item. Let me take a look at the bracelet first."

The cloaked man hesitated for a moment, then took out the dark silver bracelet from his storage bag. The bracelet was flat and round, with a smooth and warm texture, and a colorful ornament hung from the bottom. It was exactly the same as the one he had taken out of the Rainbow Demon Lord's storage bag in the Demon Sealing Hall.

He held the person in his hand, only showing half of it, as if afraid Lin Mu would snatch it away.

Lin Mu glanced at him, speechless for a moment, then reached out and touched the bracelet with his fingertips, its attributes appearing in his mind.

[Memory Bracelet, Magic 1-1, Defense 0-1, Magic Resistance 0-1, Taoist Magic 0-1, Requires Level 26].

He withdrew his hand, realizing what was going on.

It's alright. Although it may not be of much practical use to others, I do have one myself. It's quite nice even as a collectible.

"I want a fragment of the Illusionary Demon Stone, a large one," came the muffled voice from beneath the cloak.

Lin Mu thought for a moment, then reached out and took off the large fragment of the Illusionary Demon Stone he was wearing, placing it on the table.

The blue stone gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

Anyway, once the Jiang family's compensation comes through, the Illusionary Demon Stone Fragment (Large) won't be of much use to me anymore.

"Okay, but you have to pay the guarantee fee."

The cloaked figure glanced down at the large Illusionary Demon Stone on the table, then looked at Lin Mu, remained silent for a moment, and nodded.

Lin Mu counted out 50 gold coins from his Qiankun bag and stacked them on the table. He then took out an ordinary dragon bracelet and the large Illusionary Demon Stone fragment, and pushed them over together.

The cloaked figure inspected each item one by one, nodded, and pushed the dark silver memory bracelet in front of Lin Mu.

Lin Mu picked it up; it felt warm and smooth to the touch, intact, confirming that it was genuine.

He put it into the deepest part of his Qiankun bag, stood up, and pushed open the door to the secret chamber.

The guard at the door was dozing against the wall when he heard the noise. He suddenly opened his eyes and immediately put on a smile.

Lin Mu glanced at him and said casually, "Transaction complete. He'll cover the guarantee fee."

The waiter responded and peeked into the secret room. The cloaked figure was still sitting there, showing no sign of leaving.

The waiter turned his head back, nodded to Lin Mu, and made a "please" gesture.

Lin Mu left the auction house.

The sunlight outside was dimmer than when we went in; it was already afternoon.

He walked briskly down the street for a while, then turned into a less crowded alley. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he slow down.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly, but then suppressed it.

He quickened his pace and found an inn.

The storefront is small, with gray walls and black tiles, sandwiched between two shops, and easily missed if you don't look carefully. A wooden plaque hangs at the entrance with the four characters "Ru Gui Inn" written on it, but the writing is already a bit blurry.

Lin Mu pushed open the door and went inside. The room was bright and spacious, with blue brick flooring, a shiny counter, and a landscape painting hanging on the wall. On either side of the painting hung a couplet, the paper of which had turned yellow.

Several square tables were set up in the lobby, with a few guests sitting sparsely, heads down, drinking tea, none of them looking up at him.

Lin Mu walked to the counter and lowered his voice: "I need a superior room, quiet and private."

The shopkeeper looked up, glanced at him, then at the tall figure behind him, wrapped in a cloak and wearing a straw hat. His gaze paused for a moment, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He bent down, rummaged through the cabinet, pulled out a key, and handed it over, his voice low: "The innermost room on the third floor, no neighbors on either side. Ten silver coins."

Lin Mu took out a gold coin from his Qiankun bag, placed it on the counter, and pushed it towards the shopkeeper: "Open for ten days."

Chapter 169 The Legend of Sealing Demons Resurrected

The shopkeeper took the money without saying much, then took out the key from the cabinet and handed it over: "Go upstairs, turn left, and walk to the end. Check out in ten days, and we'll refund any overpayment or charge any underpayment."

Lin Mu took the keys and went upstairs.

The innermost room on the third floor indeed has no adjacent rooms on either side; there is only this one door at the end of the corridor.

Lin Mu pushed open the door, bolted it, stood in the center of the room, looked around, and took off his straw hat and face mask.

The room was much more spacious than he had expected. This main room alone was more than twice the size of the side room he used to live in at the Qin residence.

The floor was covered with a dark red carpet, which felt soft and smooth underfoot without making a sound.

Facing the street is a row of carved wooden windows covered with light blue gauze, through which the light is soft and hazy.

A mahogany table sat by the window, upon which lay a set of celadon teaware. The teapot was round and the cups were as thin as eggshells. Next to it stood a small bronze incense burner, its lid engraved with intricate cloud patterns. Wisps of sandalwood incense wafted out from the openwork, swirling in the dim light.

Against the wall was a canopy bed with a light blue silk curtain hanging on it. The curtain was hooked up with silver hooks to reveal a neatly folded brocade quilt inside, with an elegant orchid pattern embroidered on the cover. A plain white handkerchief was also placed on the pillow.

A copper lamp sat on the low bedside table, its shade made of frosted glass. The candlelight flickered inside, illuminating the entire room with a warm glow, and the light and shadow swayed gently on the walls.

A black lacquered screen stood in the corner, painted with a landscape scene: distant mountains, nearby waters, a lone boat, and a fisherman. The brushstrokes weren't particularly refined, but the overall mood was conveyed.

Behind the screen was a small dressing room with several clean cotton bathrobes hanging on the wall and thick straw mats on the floor.

I initially thought ten silver coins a day was too expensive, but looking at it now, it's definitely worth it.

The skeleton stood by the door, the flames in its eye sockets flickering in the darkness.

Without lighting a lamp, Lin Mu used the dim light to take out the memory equipment one by one from his Qiankun bag: a necklace, a ring, a helmet, and finally the bracelet he had just acquired.

The four pieces were neatly arranged on the table, seemingly echoing each other, and gleamed slightly.

Lin Mu stared at them for a few seconds before putting on the equipment piece by piece.

Then close your eyes and think: "Memory coordinates".

At that moment, a clear prompt appeared in my mind.

[Coordinates already memorized: Bichon Province (3rd floor of Rugui Inn), 047/012]

He opened his eyes, looked at the location of the copper lamp by the bed, then walked to the other end of the bed, closed his eyes, and made another thought.

[Coordinates already memorized: Bichon Province (3rd floor of Rugui Inn), 042/019]

He walked to the screen, leaned against the black lacquered landscape panel, and closed his eyes.

[Memory failed. Should the already memorized coordinates be replaced?]

【whether】

"no".

Lin Mu opened his eyes and looked at the four lines of coordinates in his mind, arranged in a row.

【1. Beech Province (Mining Area Entrance), 71820/36627】

【2. Demon Sealed Palace, 1867/1578】

【3. Beech Province (3rd floor of Rugui Inn), 047/012】

【4. Beech Province (3rd floor of Rugui Inn), 042/019】

It can only remember four coordinates.

It's alright, as expected.