Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.,Wu Zhenghao explained his purpose, "I'm here to buy talisman paper. My mom and sister just ordered some from you earlier, so I came to pick them up and pay.",With the last stroke complete, the brush was lifted. A golden light flashed across the talisman script on the yellow paper, the symbols writhing and dancing as if alive.。