Wooden Sculpture

Qin Feng looked around and found that Yan Xiaorou's stall had everything. There were some strange things, some extraordinary medicinal materials, and even some strange stones.

What attracted Qin Feng's attention was an unremarkable wooden sculpture.

Although the facial features of the carving were fuzzy, its shape was clearly that of a human.

"I picked this up in a valley last time. It is not worth much but if you want it, just give a thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

Yan Xiaorou said in a domineering manner.

"One thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones?" A strange expression appeared on Qin Feng's face.

"Little brother, the valley where I found this wooden sculpture, was filled with Fierce Beasts. It took me a very long time to pick this up and return safely from the clutches of those beasts!"