Wen Yan brought Zhang Laoxi's soul body next door. He casually picked up a brick from the corner and smashed the glass of Zhang Laoxi's house, then jumped in through the window.
Zhang Laoxi followed behind. He wanted to say that the door lock didn't have poison on it anymore, but still didn't say anything. Smash it then, whatever.
"What are you looking for?"
"Anything you made yourself, or something you've kept close to you for a long time. Basically, anything that's connected to you. What do you have at home that fits? Hurry up and pick them out yourself, don't waste time."
Zhang Laoxi didn't know what Wen Yan wanted to do, but he still rummaged around his house with Wen Yan.
They dug out a little Taoist robe, a turtle-shaped jade pendant, a wooden sword that looked chewed by a dog, and a box with a talisman in it, written in gold on silk cloth.
"Anything else? Best if it's something supernatural, or strongly linked to you."
