"Boss, this is a Daoist robe!" Old Zhou's eyes sparkled with a mysterious air.
"Aren't Daoist robes a common sight?" Su Xuan asked. "Aside from being a potential antique, is there anything else special about this one?"
"Yes!" Old Zhou nodded. "This robe was taken from a pile of corpses," he said slowly. "For all we know, the owner of this robe killed all those people whose bodies haven't decomposed. That shows you how formidable he must have been! This robe is likely no ordinary item. It might have even developed a spirit of its own, continuing to suppress those bodies for its master long after he died!"
After a pause, Old Zhou continued, "Plus, look at it—not a single sign of decay. Give it a wipe, and it gleams brightly. It must be made from extraordinary materials, worth a fortune!"
"The way you put it, I'm actually tempted," Su Xuan said. He shook the Daoist robe clean and held it up against his body. It was a pretty good fit.
