I'm a little strange and don't understand why he wants these things. Even if he goes into the mountains tomorrow, he will go to an ancient tomb and not a battlefield.
Xiao Han picked up a bullet casually, played with it in his hand and looked at me, "Do you want to try drawing symbols on the bullet?"
Draw symbols on bullets?
I looked at him with some surprise, then at the bullets in the wooden box, and then at the ten kilograms of rooster comb blood, and suddenly I understood his intention.
We killed one evil spirit in the afternoon and collected two evil spirits. In the evening, the general who sacrificed human beings in the coffin will definitely come with his evil soldiers. The last way to deal with the army is the army.
Cockscomb blood is the most yang-y thing, and it is perfect for restraining yin spirits. Adding the talisman is equivalent to adding a layer of double insurance, and you will get twice the result with half the effort.
Compared with weapons, the Yin soldiers use long guns, which are cold weapons. Compared with the speed and lethality of bullets, they are far inferior.
I began to admire Xiao Han's thinking.
"I don't know if I can do it. The bullets are not big." I looked at the bullet in his hand and said with a guilty conscience.
"Put the true energy into your hands, be careful and patient!"
As Xiao Han said this, he took out two thin brushes and handed one to me. He took one himself, dipped it in some cockscomb blood, and began to draw on the bullet in his hand in detail.
What is painted is a spiritual talisman.
I took the pen, but stared blankly at Xiao Han's movements. I saw his brows were slightly furrowed, and the tip of the brush in his hand was spinning and jumping on the bullet as if it had a soul, drawing thick or thin blood lines.
In two seconds, the Suppressing Talisman was finished, and a red light flashed on the bullet. All the blood lines penetrated into the metal bullet and disappeared. It looked no different from an ordinary bullet.
After finishing the painting, Xiao Han casually threw the bullet into another empty wooden box.
"Do you know how to draw?" Xiao Han raised his eyebrows and asked me, "The workload is a bit heavy. The more you can draw before entering the tomb, the better!"
"I'll give it a try!" I nodded and imitated his example, picking up a bullet and carefully drawing a charm on it.
Drawing on bullets is not as simple as drawing on paper. When the pen tip falls, a large amount of rooster comb blood will drip onto it. After a while, the fingers of my left hand were sticky and covered with rooster comb blood.
The more eager I am, the worse I feel I can't draw. The more I can't draw well, the more irritated I feel. The more irritable I am, the more discouraged I feel. Before I finish drawing a bullet, I just want to throw away the brush in my hand, and a thin layer of marks has already appeared on my forehead.
White hair sweat.
Xiao Han seemed not to notice my embarrassment, and the pen in his hand moved faster and faster. In such a short time, he had already drawn more than ten bullets.
The bullets dropped into the empty wooden box and made a crisp clanking sound.
"Child, you must remember that no matter what happens, don't get into trouble, and you must learn to let go. Do you understand?"
The words that my fourth uncle and grandma said the night they died suddenly rang in my ears.
Don’t get too carried away, just let it go!
"I'll go out and wash my hands first!" I said hello to Xiao Han, gently put down the pen in my hand and walked out of the house.
The sky had turned gloomy at some point, and the two soldiers outside the door looked at me with friendly and awe-inspiring smiles on their faces.
After washing my hands, I didn't rush back to the house, but walked outside the courtyard.
There were only a few soldiers patrolling and standing guard in the courtyard and hall, and there were no students in work clothes.
You should probably take advantage of the current calm to rest.
No one stopped me, and they looked at me with curiosity and expectation to please me.
"Master! Do you need anything? I am Fu Jie, the communications squad leader. If you need anything, please tell me!" A short soldier came up to me, with slender eyes, a crescent-shaped smile, and a big mouth.
, the facial features put together look very happy.
I smiled and said, "I'm not a master, just call me Hu Ling! Thank you, I don't need anything, just take a walk."
"Well, then I'll accompany you!" Fu Jie said with enthusiasm.
I did not refuse. With the current situation in Jiming Village, it is their duty to protect the safety of everyone. Refusing would only make things difficult for him.
"You don't look very old, you should be younger than me, right?" I asked Fu Jie as I walked out.
"I'm eighteen this year. You must be younger than me and haven't graduated from middle school yet?" Fu Jie said.
"I'm nineteen!" I said with a smile, "Looking at your accent, you are also from Jiangbei?"
"Yes, I am from Jiangzhou, and you are also from Jiangbei?" Fu Jie asked me in surprise.
"I'm from Yunshan, and now I live in Jiangzhou." I said.
"Great!" Fu Jie said happily: "Sister Hu Ling, after you have dealt with the things here, will you go back to Jiangzhou? I grew up with my grandma, and after being out for so long, she will definitely miss me when I go back.
Would you like to bring her some photos for me?"
"No problem! Give me your baby's address when the time comes, and I'll send it there for you." When I heard that this was a child who grew up with my grandma, I felt a little more familiar.
After thinking about it, I took out my phone again, turned on the camera, handed it to him and said, "Use my phone to take a video. Then your grandma will be able to see you in action!"
I bought this mobile phone from Coffin Chen on the way to western Hunan with Coffin Chen. Being a stupid person with a lot of money, he bought the latest model with complete functions and high pixels.
"Okay! Thank you!" Fu Jie happily took the phone and pointed it at his face, adjusting the hat on his head nervously.
"Nai, this is Xiaojie..." Fu Jie picked up the phone, waved his hand to the camera slightly awkwardly and said.
Gradually, Xiaojie's expression became more and more natural, and the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.
"Mom, I will have family leave during the Chinese New Year this year. Then I will go home and buy you your favorite cake." After Fu Jie said the last words to the phone, he solemnly handed the phone back.
Give it to me as if that phone is some rare treasure.
The moment I took the phone from him, I decided that no matter how busy I was after returning to Jiangzhou, I would first send this video to Fu Jie's grandma.
But I never thought at the time that Fu Jie's grandmother was already dying when she saw this video. Her grandmother's accident also made me see another terrifying side of Qi Yue.
After shooting the video with Fu Jie, I found that my heart had completely calmed down. After saying goodbye to Fu Jie, I returned to the innermost room again.
Xiao Han has drawn more than a hundred bullets.
It seemed that I didn't disturb him at all when I entered the room. He didn't even raise his eyelids.
When I walked to the table, I pulled up my chair and sat down. After gathering my energy, I picked up the thin brush again.
I first transferred some of my true energy to my wrist to maintain the stability of the pen. I closed my eyes and thought of nothing but the drawing of the talisman. When I opened my eyes, my vision was clear. I gently turned the bullet with my fingertips.
The bullet seemed to turn into the size of a piece of yellow paper in an instant.