Just as Xia Zhihuai scratched his head, a phone call happened to be in.

He looked at the strange number and hesitated for two seconds to answer. The child's voice from the other end of the phone was clear and extremely penetrating.

"elder brother--"

Xia Zhihuai moved his phone away, and his face twisted a little after being shaken: "Wanwan, why did you call?"

Wanwan sat in the director's rest room, held the fried chicken leg and took a bite, and said happily: "Uncle director asked me to ask you, has Brother Qu found it?"

A row of black dots streaked across Xia Zhihuai's forehead: "..."

"You eat what you're in your mouth before you talk."

Wanwan said "Oh" and handed her phone to Hu Beijun beside her. She wanted to eat now and didn't want to connect with her brother.

Hu Beijun looked at her little mouth covered in oil stains, and couldn't help but hold her forehead and take her phone: "Xiaoxia, it's me."

Xia Zhihuai heard his guilty voice: "Director Hu, Qu Xiunan has found it, but he is unconscious in a club, so I am trying not to make too much noise to bring him out."

Hu Beijun was frightened when he heard this: "Xiaoxia, you didn't go in, right?"

"No, I asked my friend to help me find it." Xia Zhihuai said steadily, "I know the right way. Director Hu, don't worry. I will definitely bring the person back tonight."

Hu Beijun gently exclaimed: "That's good. If you encounter something you need help with, you must tell me that I can find friends in Tie City to do my best."

Xia Zhihuai knew very well that this was a scene and did not reveal the fact that Hu Beijun had only investor father in this city: "Thank you."

If Director Hu had friends in Tie City, he wouldn't have to squat here now.

"Director Hu, what food did you prepare for Wanwan tonight?" he asked suddenly.

Hu Beijun immediately replied: "Healthy and green meals."

At the same time, a crisp childish voice also sounded: "Fried chicken and fairy water!"

Hu Beijun sat on the chair, his eyes wide open, turned his head to look at the little traitor who was stabbing him on his back: "Wanwan!"

"We clearly agreed..."

Wanwan blinked with the fried chicken: "I forgot." She just wanted to show off to her brother.

She is not allowed to eat fried chicken in normal times, so she can eat a lot today.

Xia Zhihuai's forehead veins leaped straight: "Director Hu, I told you when I left, prepare a more nutritious meal for Wanwan...you..."

"Ah, did I agree? Then I'll change it to Wanwan now... Oh, why can't you hear your voice? The signal seems a bit bad, it's gone..."

Wanwan put the fried chicken in a bowl and tiptoed to steal the phone: "Brother, talisman can bring Brother Qu out."

Xia Zhihuai: "What kind of talisman?"

Wanwan ran away with her cell phone in her arms: "New talisman, puppet talisman."

"I don't have it now." Xia Zhihuai was a little overwhelmed, "Can you draw a talisman and send it here now?"

Wanwan: "No, it's too far."

"Brother, please draw it yourself. I will teach you it's very simple."

Wanwan was very heartbroken and said it as if he could draw the talismans with ease.

Xia Zhihuai sat on the side of the road and felt that he was offended.

He rubbed his hat: "Have you ever thought that I might not be able to draw it?"

Wanwan's eyes widened slightly: "This is very simple. I can teach you video...Brother, you have to believe that you can!"

"Come on, come on!!"

Wanwan cheered him up like a little sun.

Xia Zhihuai: "Wait a minute, I'll buy cinnabar and talisman paper."

Wanwan: "I'll go find the director uncle and start the video. Brother, don't buy fake cinnabar."

Xia Zhihuai hung up the phone and sent a message to Huang Xikong, asking him to wait for a while, take a taxi on the side of the road, and search for the nearest ancient street to buy.

He really paid too much for the unlucky guy Qu Xiunan.

...

Twenty minutes later, Xia Zhihuai sat in a quiet teahouse, holding a rose cake in his mouth, put his phone up and placed it opposite him, holding a brush in his right hand, dipped some cinnabar, staring at the talisman paper in front of him, with a bitter expression.

Wanwan also moved a small stool and took out her suit from her treasure bag.

Brush, cinnabar, yellow surface paper.

"Brother, now the Wanwan talisman painting class is about to officially begin."

Xia Zhihuai stared at the scene in the video. Hu Beijun was really enough. He even set up a camera to broadcast it alone.

1080p HD talisman drawing tutorial.

grass!

He has never seen a director who is more good at doing things than Hu Beijun.

Wanwan held a pen in her hand and muttered something: "Brother, I'll give you a look first, that's it...this, then this."

"Just look good."

Xia Zhihuai stared at his phone in a daze.

His eyes: I understand.

His clumsy: No, I don't understand at all.

Help--

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan's bright eyes and her eyes full of expectations, and once again condemned herself in her heart.

Sorry, he is a rookie.

"Brother, have you learned it?"

Xia Zhihuai: "If I said no, would you crawl over the network cable and hit me?"

Wanwan's face froze with a flower-like smile: "..."

"It's obviously very simple."

Xia Zhihuai: "It's not simple at all. If you don't believe me, please let Director Hu try it."

Wanwan shook her head and said, "The director's uncle can't do it, he can't draw it."

Xia Zhihuai was puzzled: "Then why do you think I can draw it?"

"Spiritual power." Wanwan shook the pen in her hand, "Brother, you have spiritual power. Although it is still very weak, it is completely enough to draw a talisman."

Xia Zhihuai was shocked: "Is this true?"

He thought that the spiritual power on his current body could only make ghosts unable to bully him easily.

Did he underestimate himself?

"Brother, remember the strokes first, and draw them in one stroke."

"Then you should condense the spiritual power on the tip of the pen, and ensure that the spiritual power is injected evenly from beginning to end and cannot be interrupted."

"This way the puppet talisman is drawn."

Xia Zhihuai finished gnawing on the rose cake and remembered the ghost-like brushwork of the puppet talisman. As for how to condense the spiritual power on his body on the tip of the pen...

He could only vaguely feel the existence of spiritual power, which did not affect his daily life, but he could not control it freely.

He lowered his eyes and stared at his right hand, picked up the pen that was resting beside him, and tried to draw it on the talisman paper once.

Halfway through the drawing, the pen holder can no longer push down.

It means that the strokes he drew were correct.

It’s just that there is no spiritual power and cannot be used as a talisman.

Try again.

Xia Zhihuai sat alone in the corner of the teahouse. The wooden window on the second floor was opened with bamboo lanterns with faint light and shadow hanging outside the wooden window. The night wind slowly swept into the house from outside the window, rolling up the broken hair on his forehead.

At this moment, he had already sunk into the talisman with all his heart, and had no time to notice his increasingly focused gaze. The originally obsidian-like eyes slowly flowed out a faint light, and a small cyclone slowly condensed above his head.

The pale white light slowly poured into his body along the top of his head. After wandering around in his body, the broken lights fell on the tip of his right finger.

The traces on the yellow surface paper are getting longer and longer.

until……

"It's done!"

Xia Zhihuai looked at his freshly released work in surprise, looked up at his phone, and found that the video had been hung up at some point.

He seized the inspiration at this moment and immediately drew two more pictures. When he was about to draw the fourth picture, his eyes suddenly became dark.

The pen in his hand fell on the table, staining the talisman that was being drawn by his subordinates.

Xia Zhihuai touched his forehead with his left hand and found that he was full of sweat and hungry again...
To be continued...