These books were all explicitly cursed. Most people were sensible enough to avoid trouble, but some novices, hoping to try their luck, would show interest.
However, these individuals didn't have much money, so pricing the books too high meant the shopkeeper couldn't fleece them.
Anyway, he was the only one here who would buy these cursed items. One could say that, no matter what, they would most likely end up back in his hands. The money was practically free.
Lance directly picked up and opened two boxes.
One, a book titled *Spiritual Vision*, looked ordinary but emitted a palpable spiritual glow. Picking it up was said to melt one's eyeballs.
The other, a sheepskin manuscript that threatened to explode, was rolled up and sealed with wax in a metal tube. It was riddled with holes from insects and ants, yet it still exuded a strange aura.
"Count them up. I'll take them all," Lance said.
