C17 (1/2)

Today, even though Lin Feng had some understanding of Mo Xiaoshui, but how much could he trust her? He didn't think much of it and just put it in his room carefully, waiting for the night to study it.

As for Mo Xiaoshui's curiosity and speculation, Lin Feng decided to ignore it for the time being.

Mo Xiao Nian acted like nothing happened, taking a shower and closing the door to sleep, she was no different from a normal person.

Lin Feng simply took a shower before returning to his room. He had also left the door locked behind him, the night in the suburbs was extremely quiet, and there were still a few bright stars in the sky. Lin Feng's room had a large window that allowed him to view the pitch-black night sky from the balcony.

The night wind blew by. It was probably too high. The mosquitoes wouldn't be able to fly up, so the mosquitoes also stopped bothering them. This made the summer night more lively.

Under the light of the lantern, Lin Feng slowly opened the modern imitation of Qi Baishi, and then slowly extended his hand.

Right now, Lin Feng was able to confirm without hesitation that the strange silk gloves had already fused into his skin and bones, allowing him to obtain the right to seize and bestow them. As for the method to take them out, he did not know, but the changes caused by these strange silk gloves made Lin Feng very happy.

For a fake to be able to turn it into a real one through the authority granted by his right hand, this guy was truly terrifying.

That was the snuff bottle that Zhang Gao Shou revealed his fox's tail. Lin Feng remembered that Shi Lei asked him at the celebratory dinner that night how could Zhang Gao Shou be so careless as to neglect a snuff bottle worth over 200,000 yuan.

Lin Feng couldn't tell Shi Lei that he had superpowers, so he only vaguely said that he misjudged them or that he might have made a mistake when he saw so many similar objects.

Thinking back now, it was precisely the values of 50,000 yuan that he had seized from Jia He, Wu Cheng, Zhang Gao Shou, and the porcelain vase, condensed into a piece and given to the snuff bottle.

However, what Lin Feng did not understand was how powerful the hand that seized the hand that turned into a miraculous energy was. How could a crude fake become the best among all the real items?

Lin Feng activated his Heart Force again as both of his hands emitted a silver glow.

In the left hand, peep out more of the world's wealth for your own use.

On his right hand, spying gave the world's decay a mystical value for a painting.

This small character was in a traditional style, and just from its appearance, one could not tell what year this glove was made from. It had a history of almost five thousand years in China, and after simplifying the Chinese characters, it became a traditional character.

”Sacrifice …” Treasure... Ascend... ”Hua!” Lin Feng stuttered as he read out a line of small characters beside him.

He was not an idiot, and the meaning behind his words was extremely clear. Only by putting precious treasures on his hands could he achieve the ninth heaven.

Lin Feng remembered that no matter if it was the person's luck or the porcelain bottle, he could only use the first layer of heaven. Lin Feng remembered that whether it was the person's luck or the porcelain bottle, he could only use the first layer of heaven. Lin Feng did not even dare to think about it.

”Mourning... The servants will definitely not be able to do it. As of now, no one has come to experiment on me. ” Lin Feng muttered to himself. He inadvertently noticed the copy that Li Hong gave him, the Forbidden Area, of the white stone, that was imitated at the same time.

”Try?”

This painting did not have much meaning to him, other than selling it out, he would hang it in his room. But at the moment, Lin Feng only had a kind of love for antiques, if one were to talk about collecting it, Lin Feng was not really interested in it.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's left hand pressed down on the painting as he chanted in a low voice, ”Sacrifice!”

In that instant, the silvery light was so dazzling that Lin Feng involuntarily closed his eyes. Only after the silvery light dissipated did Lin Feng open his eyes.

There was no floating mark on his right hand to indicate how much wealth he had taken, but it was empty.

”Could it be that the treasure's value will be swallowed by this pair of strange silk gloves?” Lin Feng stared at his hands in a daze. Wouldn't that mean that he could casually go to an antique shop and find many treasures to pay tribute to?

In other words, others could see it, which made it inconvenient for him to do so. Furthermore, he reckoned that this glove could only be worn by the wearer because it was a treasure that he would use a proper way to obtain it.

This painting was given to him by Li Hong, and from the looks of it, it wasn't a treasure offering that was worth a bit of money, but where could he find those treasures? Could it be that Li Hong would gift him a treasure every day?

He looked at the imitation that the ink had lost and then looked at his own hands. A plan to quickly accumulate wealth gradually took shape in Lin Feng's mind.

With this ability, even if it was a proper path, why would they worry about not being able to gather enough treasures?