C4

After the smoke dissipated in spirals, the room was completely silent. Fang Zishu sat there blankly, not saying a word, remaining in his original position without moving an inch.

The note next to him waited for a long time, but seeing no reaction from the prescription, it became somewhat impatient.

"Zi Shu, you …"

Before he could finish his words, Fang Zishu suddenly moved the bottle in his left hand, and the liquid inside the bottle began to slowly flow out.

Although it looked like there were a lot, when he poured it out, he realized that there were only seven or eight small drops that landed on the yellow paper.

Fang Zishu's expression was grave as he lifted up the middle finger of his right hand. It was already pitch black, and faint traces of burns could be seen.

"Imprint of the Heavenly Dao, imprint upon the heavens. May the spirit of the great general be sealed within."

He tapped the yellow paper with his middle finger, and the black liquid began to draw.

It was strange to say that the black liquid, drawn with the recipe book, slowly turned blood-red. A pungent smell of blood spread out from the yellow paper, causing people to frown.

"I request the soul of the general!" The Soul Traversing Ten Thousand Arts is hidden in the heart. "

Fang Zhushu yelled out as he looked at the stairs that led to the second floor. At this moment, the painting on the yellow paper was already a third complete.

"Swish."

The sound of someone's footsteps could be heard from the top of the stairs. It was most likely a single step.

"Someone's here?"

The first reaction of the note was to reach for the gun at his waist, but when he turned his head, he saw Fang Zhoushu looking at him, his warning was self-evident.

He could only retract his hand in embarrassment. Although he no longer took out the gun, he was still nervous. This was a place where no one had been here for more than ten years, so why would there be footsteps here? If he hadn't heard it personally, no one would have believed him.

Only after seeing the slip of paper stop did Fang Zishu's expression ease up a little, but he still wore a serious expression.

Despite all that had happened, his hands did not stop moving. Only two or three breaths had passed since the sound of his footsteps. At this moment, the painting on the yellow paper was almost two-thirds complete.

"Please, Great General!" God's might is unrivaled, straight down to the small town! "

Just as his voice fell, a creaking sound came from the top of the pavilion. The wooden board on top of it had already rotted away, as if someone had stepped on it, causing the wooden board to groan.

Above the pavilion, countless dust began to fall through the gaps between the wooden planks, falling onto Fang Zhoushu and the banknotes. The two of them quickly became natives.

Fang Zishu's gaze was still fixated on the yellow paper, and the note was staring intently at the staircase.

The flashlight shone on the book, imprinting his back on the stairs. The unintentional actions of the book made the policeman feel a sense of foreboding. He wanted to move the flashlight, but he was afraid of disturbing the movements of Fang Zhushu's hand, so he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Tick, flick, vertical, horizontal …"

The innermost part of the book kept chanting, but the movements of his hands became more and more stiff, as if the Soul Suppressing Talisman was getting harder and harder to draw.

At some point, Fang Zishu's forehead had been covered in sweat, causing the bangs on his forehead to fall powerlessly to the side, looking extremely weak.

"Hah!"

Standing at the side of the note, he heard Fang Zishu's loud shout, and with a wave of his finger, he completed the most important stroke. The Soul Suppressing Talisman had been completed.

It was unknown when it had started, but a shadow had appeared on the wall by the stairs, standing behind Fang Zishu's back.

He looked like a woman, but also like he was wearing a long skirt. Just by relying on a projection, he could not see anything.

The policeman was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't move the flashlight, so he was stuck. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The holographic figure lifted its foot and slowly took a step forward. The staircase creaked, but the figure that the young man had imagined did not appear. Instead, the reflection was one step closer to Fang Zhoushu's shadow.

At that moment, the young man looked at Fang Zhoushu. When he realized that he had not noticed him, his other hand slowly touched the golden ring on his neck, and a small crack appeared on the joint of the golden ring.

The moment the cracks in the golden ring were forced open, the woman's reflection on the stairs trembled a little, then she quickened her pace. She was about to approach Fang Zhoushu's body.

"Three spirits of the great general!" The might of a general can suppress a True God! "

After saying that, Fang Zishu withdrew his hand. When his finger left the Soul Suppressing Talisman, the dust on the floor had settled.

The note saw that the projection on the wall by the stairs also began to fade until it disappeared. He let out a heavy breath from his mouth. It was unknown whether it was out of regret or relief.

The new talisman had already been drawn. Fang Zhisu wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the ground. The note hurried to support him, but was pushed away by Fang Zhoushu.

"Go away from this talisman and stand at the counter. Also, keep pointing your flashlight at me. Don't leave!"

After receiving the prescription, the slip of paper could only follow the instructions and walked back to the counter. He leaned his backpack against the counter and stared at the script for a while.

"Please, Great General En." General En, First Thought, Second Anger, Third Kowtow.

He stood up, bent his waist and gave three deep kowtows to the Soul Suppressing Talisman, and it could be said that he had completed the ceremony.

He took out the blood clot in his bosom and used it to wrap around the Soul Suppressing Talisman, forming a circle around it. On the surface of the blood clot was a large "Fang" character to prove the origin of the talisman.

"What's that?"

The note had always been curious about that blood clot, because he had always seen it treated as his family heirloom, but that was not something rare, and that was what made him most curious.

"Blood clot."

"I know it's a blood clot, but what is it?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Fang Zishu turned his head, looking at the note with a strange expression.

"Of course!" As far as the police knew, this blood clot could be used to seal one's spirit, and was definitely not a simple item. He was still thinking that if there were still any East-West books, he would have to come over and sell them at a high price to avoid having to dig up graves and arouse a ruckus all over his body.

"If you want to know, then I'll tell you."

Fang Zishu turned around and once again held the blood clot tightly in his arms, staring at the staircase.

"It was formed from the blood and essence of all the ancestors of the Fang Clan!"