Putting down the law book where he had copied only one spell, Zheng Qing turned his gaze to the amulets.
When he was studying at the San You Bookstore, he did manage to exchange some fragmentary amulets from the Hui Zi Ji. However, the naive him at that time could only scare a few immature ghosts with the amulets he had picked up from the market.
After some thought, the only reliable one seemed to be the black donkey's hoof he had bought from the Wandering Bar.
Perhaps this donkey's hoof had been used as an amulet for a long time. Its entire body was wrapped in an almost glaze-like patina, proving that it had long been in the hands of people for play.
The pure black hoof shell would sparkle with dazzling colors under the light, the grey and white hair at the wrist were neatly trimmed, gathered on the milky white donkey bone.
