She drew the talismans very quickly, even two minutes faster than me. I noticed that when she tightened her grip on the pen, there was an inexplicable aura flowing around her.

Finally, Bai Luoxin changed the red cinnabar pen and drew a heart shape in the upper right corner.

Zhang Geng nodded and said: "That's right. The red love heart matches the talisman better!"

I looked down and saw that there were no skeletons, only hearts.

If it weren't for the wound on my finger, everything that just happened would have seemed like an illusion.

I picked up the talisman again, and it had turned into a simple talisman. Because it was contaminated by my blood, its efficacy was greatly reduced.

I picked up the talisman between my index and middle fingers, sent it forward, and shouted: "Suppress!"

The Baby Suppression Talisman fell lightly to the ground, failing to burn and failing to work.

I didn't tell what happened when I saw the skeleton, I just said: "Maybe I accidentally scratched it on the paper. It looked like an ordinary red heart. Zhang Geng, you should go to bed early today, so as not to have trouble with your eyesight."

Already."

Zhang Geng frowned and tilted his head, confused and said: "How is that possible? I know clearly..."

"Zhang Geng!" I said in a deep voice: "We have just come out of the desert and have experienced too much. It is inevitable that we will get sidetracked. Go to bed early and don't think too much."

Only then did Zhang Geng feel relieved and collapsed on the bed.

Bai Luoxin stopped talking, but the expression she looked at me was clearly full of worry, and she seemed to sense that I didn't mean what I said.

I said: "Bai Luoxin, you are different now than before. It is best not to hurt or damage the skin on your body. This time, I will accompany Zhang Geng to sit in the coffin. You... stay here with me."

Let’s look at Lin Zihan and Kong Chengfeng.”

Bai Luoxin looked at me deeply, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Her dark eyes finally no longer looked like plums, but became deep and sad.

I turned my head and didn't want to look.

Changes happen quickly and quickly, giving people no time to react.

Zhang Geng's eyes moved back and forth between me and Bai Luoxin, and he said with a smile: "Bai Luoxin, Brother Zhao is right, you are so beautiful now, let alone me, Brother Zhao is sure

I don't want you to get hurt either.

You have to protect yourself well. If you are safe, Brother Zhao can rest assured."

Hearing this, Bai Luoxin's lips curled into a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

She nodded to Zhang Geng, turned around and walked out the door: "Zhao Rui, the talisman I drew has no other meaning. I really didn't control it. You don't have to feel pressure. Just treat it as a lump of ink. I will

The painting is ruined.”

"good."

I agreed happily, and Bai Luoxin's body stiffened for a moment before he strode out of the room.

Zhang Geng, who was on the other bed, sighed, his tone full of regret: "Brother Zhao, although I know you are not a womanizer, I can't hurt a beauty's heart like this. Bai Luoxin is obviously interested in you,

you……"

Before Zhang Geng finished speaking, a monster that looked like a leopard but not a leopard, with an elephant trunk and tusks came in from nowhere, nodded repeatedly and said: "That's right! Zhao Rui, I'm not talking about you, you are the ink pimple, and

It's black and hard, and you can't tell whether it's life or death. This little girl is so kind to you, and you're so indifferent. Don't end up like this..."

"Dream-eating tapir!" I yelled, walked up to it in a few steps, grabbed the back of its neck, and shook it crazily in mid-air.

"Moo! Your uncle knows how to bully me! Did I say something wrong?! I told the truth!"

I twisted its nose and turned it in the opposite direction.

"Moo! Zhao Rui! Do you know what you are doing? This is murder! Murder! I'm going to the police station to report you with my ID card!"

"Do you have an ID?"

"..." Dream-eating Tapir grinned in pain, but still said stubbornly: "I don't have it, and you don't have it either! You don't even have a household registration! I will report you as a gangster! A gangster!!!"

Zhang Geng shrank his neck and said, "Brother Zhao...do you really not have an ID card or a household registration?"

I grabbed the dream-eating tapir by its nose, kicked it in the belly, and pulled it back by its nose.

The dream-eating tapir cried for father and mother in pain, and finally became honest.

This guy just needs a beating. He cares about food but not about beating. He seizes the opportunity to mock me.

Zhang Geng muttered: "Brother Zhao doesn't have an ID card, so wouldn't he be illiterate..."

The Dream-Eating Tapir shrunk and whispered: "That's not true. He went to high school and his grades were average. He provoked many monsters and was ostracized..."

"Huh?" Zhang Geng blinked: "But... without ID card and household registration, how did Brother Zhao go to school?"

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized the strangeness of this thing that I was accustomed to.

I have no household registration, no ID card, and have not passed the census, but I actually went to school, and I even have a diploma.

This thing is no less weird than the skull we just saw.

The dream-eating tapir's little eyes rolled and its long nose swayed, "What else can there be, just good luck..."

Zhang Geng laughed twice: "That's right! Our Brother Zhao is so heroic and extraordinary. There is no need for those things that define a person's identity. I, Brother Zhao, have broken free from the constraints and become invincible!"

I thought that the mysteries surrounding me would become fewer as I progressed, but it wasn't until now that I discovered that it was just wishful thinking on my part.

The deeper I think about it, the more horror surrounds me.

The reincarnated little Li Gang couldn't remember the big head from which family he came from, the dilapidated headless ghost temple, the old tree mother who had been there for who knows how many years, the dark and cold black water pool, and the palace that gave everything to me.

One word.

All the weirdness enveloped me and circled around me.

I seemed to be a lantern, attracting moths named absurdity and horror. They bumped into me one after another, leaving me covered with injuries and a bloody head.

I sneered, then let's try it, whether the moth can swallow me up, or whether I can burn up and destroy everything.

I kept this in mind and turned to look at Dream-Eating Tapir: "Dream-Eating Tapir, do you know of any way to influence people's spirits through paintings or talismans?"

The Dream-eating Tapir thought for a moment and said seriously: "It really does exist. Have you heard of that Buddhist allusion?"

The Dream-eating Tapir told me a popular Buddhist allusion.

There is a legend that during the Tang Dynasty, there was a monk who copied scriptures in his Zen room every day.

Suddenly one day a woman entered the meditation room. The woman covered her face with her sleeves.

The monk thought it was a ghost and ignored it.
Chapter completed!