The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

391: Chapter 391 Qing Dynasty Kangxi Period Jujube Wood Carved Shield PendantYang Jinyuan was stunned.

Was the boss joking?

Or was he using a joke to speak his true feelings?

Thinking of various possibilities, a flush of crimson appeared on Yang Jinyuan’s face, which had just been pale from shock. Blushing, she nodded slightly, directly accepting Han Jingyang’s proposal.

Seeing this, Han Jingyang’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and he felt secretly delighted.

This long-legged girl from Taiwan is indeed interesting. Hehe, she’s mine without even lifting a finger.

No, I can’t be too impatient.

An expert should have the demeanor of an expert; I can’t be like some inexperienced kid who can’t walk straight when he sees a woman.

It has to happen naturally.

At least, I shouldn’t be too obvious about it.

Thinking this, he reached out to stroke Yang Jinyuan’s burning cheek, then looked up to scan Yang Zhixiao, who had run dozens of meters away. He chuckled, ”Get up, let’s go take care of that guy properly.”

Yang Jinyuan snapped her head up and saw that Yang Zhixiao, who had been running for his life, was now pinned between the god and the ghost Han Jingyang had summoned.

Thinking of the powerful and domineering Giant Spirit God and the incredibly eerie Bridal Gown Woman, she couldn’t help but ask, ”Boss, they are...”

”Them? You could say they’re little companions I’ve summoned. Think of them as a more unconventional type of teammate.”

”Teammates?”

”Yes, any questions?”

”Aren’t they gods or something else?”

”They are, and they aren’t. They aren’t in their original forms anymore, and as long as they are by my side, they are loyal teammates who will never betray me.”

”Never betray you?”

Han Jingyang smiled. ”They are more loyal than anyone else around me.”

Yang Jinyuan didn’t know how to respond for a moment, so she quickly expressed her own loyalty: ”Boss, I will definitely never betray you either.”

”I believe you, just as I believe in the two of them. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you see such confidential things.”

”Thank you, Boss. I will definitely not fail your trust.”

Han Jingyang helped Yang Jinyuan up and pulled out another small pendant.

However, this pendant looked very unremarkable. It was carved from wood, and not even a precious wood—just ordinary jujube wood.

It was a small plaque carved from jujube wood in the shape of a shield. The texture was almost identical to a real shield, including the structure and patterns, as if it were a real military shield, just a miniature version.

Clearly, it was also a defensive item.

”Name: Qing Dynasty Kangxi Era Jujube Wood Carved Shield Pendant.”

”Grade: Rank Five.”

”Attribute: Defense +7.”

”Skill: None.”

This pendant had no skills.

But its grade wasn’t low.

Furthermore, its attribute was Defense. Although it wasn’t as direct or domineering as attributes like ’Protection,’ it was still quite powerful.

Seven points of Defense meant that ordinary swords and weapons couldn’t break through its defense at all.

Even when facing more powerful weapons or even dharma instruments, it would significantly reduce the damage.

Therefore, it was a very useful dharma instrument.

Of course, it had its drawbacks. Since this defense was physical defense, it was ineffective against magical damage or other types of harm.

But there was no helping it; he didn’t have anything better on hand for now.

As his manpower increased and battles became more frequent, the consumption rate of defensive dharma instruments was also rising. His once ample inventory had quickly hit rock bottom, leaving only a pile of even lower-grade defensive dharma instruments.

Low-grade dharma instruments were consumables; they were fine for giving away or for emergencies, but for a core subordinate like Yang Jinyuan, he needed something better.

Yang Jinyuan hadn’t been with him for long, but her performance was indeed excellent. In the two major battles against Zhang Dahai and Yang Zhixiao, she was brave in combat and didn’t hesitate to kill. She did whatever he asked, performing so well that this long-legged Taiwan girl’s status in his heart had suddenly surpassed that of the Lin Sisters.

As such, giving Yang Jinyuan a low-grade dharma instrument wouldn’t be appropriate.

After picking through his inventory, only this item seemed suitable.

Han Jingyang placed the jujube wood pendant around Yang Jinyuan’s neck. ”This is also a defensive dharma instrument. It can directly increase your defense and isn’t any worse than the one that just broke. Use this for now.”

”Ah?” Yang Jinyuan was shocked again. ”Boss, I, I...”

”What’s wrong?”

”Is this appropriate?”

”What’s inappropriate about it?”

”You’re too generous. Such precious dharma instruments, one after another, you just give them away. I... I’m truly overwhelmed by your favor.”

”You’ll get used to it gradually.”

”Boss, are people on this side always so generous?”

Han Jingyang laughed loudly. ”No, no, no, that’s impossible. This kind of dharma instrument is a priceless, rare treasure anywhere in the world. You might not even be able to buy one with money. Anyone who has one would want to hide it away as a family heirloom; how could they just casually give it to someone else?”

”Then you...”

”I’m the only exception,” Han Jingyang said with a smile, wrapping his arm around the long-legged Taiwan girl’s shoulder and giving it a couple of firm squeezes. He didn’t explain further, but instead pointed ahead. ”Let’s go and finish the task you haven’t completed yet.”

Fifty meters away.

Yang Zhixiao was rolling on the ground in a pathetic state, clutching his head. Just moments ago, he looked like a respectable man, but now he had become like a beggar—covered in dust, hair disheveled, with tears and snot running down his face. It was a miserable sight.

Of course, this was the work of Chaotian Temple and the Bridal Gown Woman.

Chaotian Temple stood with arms crossed, staring coldly at Yang Zhixiao.

The Bridal Gown Woman, however, was attached to Yang Zhixiao’s back in an eerie manner, as if she had become his shadow.

This scene was exceptionally strange and terrifying in the dead of night.

So much so that Yang Jinyuan subconsciously pressed closer to Han Jingyang, her face turning pale with nervousness.

Chaotian Temple was okay; his appearance was powerful and domineering. Although he was entirely black, he had gold accents and looked almost no different from the legendary Giant Spirit God—even cooler. He only inspired awe.

But the Bridal Gown Woman was the exact opposite. Her appearance was very eerie—a bright red bridal gown paired with a long veil and long black hair cascading from beneath it. She looked exactly like the most common boss in Chinese horror movies. Without even moving, she could scare a large number of passersby to death just by standing on the roadside at night.

Moreover, the state the Bridal Gown Woman was in now was even more terrifying, almost identical to how she was portrayed in movies. She was pressed lightly against Yang Zhixiao’s back, like a shadow or a piece of human skin. The more one looked, the more terrifying it became, making one’s back feel cold involuntarily.

Of course, Han Jingyang didn’t feel anything.

After all, these were his subordinates.

No, to be precise, these were pets he had summoned; their every move was under his control.

Even in the most extreme case where Chaotian Temple and the Bridal Gown Woman both lost control at the same time, he had plenty of ways to control or even kill them.

So he wasn’t afraid at all.

Perhaps this was the mindset of the strong.

Leading Yang Jinyuan to Yang Zhixiao, he waved his hand.

The Bridal Gown Woman immediately detached from Yang Zhixiao’s back and returned to stand beside Chaotian Temple.

Yang Zhixiao also instantly regained his senses. Seeing Han Jingyang and Yang Jinyuan standing before him, he was startled. ”Han Jingyang, you... you... who on earth are you? You... you actually know Ghost-taming techniques?”

Ghost-taming techniques?

Han Jingyang sneered. ”I know a lot of things, but there’s no need to explain so much to you. Yang Zhixiao, go to hell.”

As his voice fell, Yang Jinyuan swung her blade down without hesitation.

This strike was fueled by hatred.

Yang Jinyuan used all her strength.

She would never give Yang Zhixiao another chance to play tricks.

However, Yang Zhixiao completely ignored Yang Jinyuan and shouted at Han Jingyang, ”I know Zhang Dahai’s secret, all of it—”