C4 (2/2)

”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!”