Wen Cai, who was standing at the side, smiled happily.
"Hmm? If you say so, then I have a chance too, right?”
Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard that.
"What? You want to snatch it too?“
Wen Cai was dumbfounded. Ling Yu had just left, and now Qiu Sheng?
"Nonsense, I don't have a partner either. Let's compete fairly!”
Qiu Sheng chuckled.
Their words made Ling Yu and Ninth Uncle's lips twitch.
"You two brats, I didn't see you guys so enthusiastic in your cultivation! Hurry up and prepare paper, brush, ink, and swords for me!”
Ninth Uncle glared at the two of them and then shouted in a low voice.
"Paper, brush, ink, sword? What's that?"
However, Ninth Uncle's words stunned Wen Caiqiu.
"Yellow paper, cinnabar brush, chicken blood ink, kitchen knife, and peach wood sword!”
Ling Yu couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh, I see!"
"Master didn't explain it clearly either!"
"That's right, that's right!"
…………
Wen Caiqiu was instantly enlightened when he heard that. He complained to Ninth Uncle and quickly went to prepare the things.
"These two brats!"
This time, Ninth Uncle was so angry that his entire body trembled.
"Senior Brother, you're still too good to them. Watch how I teach them properly these two days. I'll definitely be several times stricter than Eldest Senior Brother!”
Seeing Ninth Uncle's face turn red with anger, Ling Yu smiled and spoke.、
"Sigh, perhaps these two brats are my calamity!”
When Ninth Uncle heard that, he also sighed faintly.
Soon, after all the props had arrived, Ninth Uncle started the ritual!
This time, the altar was the Spirit Gathering Altar.
It could enhance the spiritual power used to draw the talisman paper, and the power of the Dao technique used would increase.
Different levels of Spirit Gathering Altar had different effects. It was the most commonly used spiritual altar for cultivators.
Almost all the altars set up for ghost catching, demon subduing, and battle were spirit gathering altars.
As the altar opened, Ninth Uncle raised his knife and slashed the rooster that Wen Cai handed over.
All the chicken blood was left in a small bowl.
Then, Ninth Uncle picked up the cinnabar pen and began to write on the yellow paper.
"Gods from all directions, listen to my command. Subdue demons and suppress evil.!”
Ninth Uncle chanted an incantation, and at the same time, boundless spiritual energy was injected into the yellow paper from his hand.
Soon, a mysterious Zhenwu Great Emperor's Evil-Suppressing Talisman was drawn.
"Master, can such a small piece of talisman paper suppress zombies?”
Qiu Sheng looked at the ordinary-looking talisman in Ninth Uncle's hand and was a little suspicious.
"If you don't understand, then don't talk nonsense. This is one of the most high-end Evil Suppression Talismans of our Dao Sect, the pardon order of the Zhenwu Great Emperor.
Your master's spiritual energy is almost all in it. Even an ordinary zombie can't break free, let alone this Old Master Ren's corpse in front of us!”
Ling Yu, who was at the side, slowly spoke.
"What is it? That powerful?"
Qiu Sheng was immediately confused.
"Hmph, the more powerful ones are still to come!”
Ninth Uncle snorted coldly and immediately activated the replication.
"Pfft!"
The next moment, the talisman in his hand lit up.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, an invisible pressure burst out from the talisman paper, and the pressure instantly enveloped everyone present.
Ninth Uncle Lingyu was still alright, but Qiu Shengwen was directly pressed to the ground by the pressure.
"Master, what's going on? Why do I feel like I'm being pressed down by a heavy object that weighs a thousand pounds?”
Qiu Sheng panicked.
"Master, save me!"
Wen Cai was so scared that he shouted.
"This is just the pressure emitted by high-grade talisman papers. Fortunately, you are cultivators. If you were ordinary zombies or ordinary ghosts, this pressure would have been enough to destroy your body and soul!”
Ling Yu explained with a smile.
Wen Caiqiu could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. They did not expect this small talisman to be so powerful.
As the talisman paper burned out, Ninth Uncle scattered the remaining dust on the talisman paper into the chicken blood. After mixing it for a while, he poured the chicken blood into the ink fountain.
After doing all this, Ninth Uncle's forehead was already covered in sweat.
It was not that he was weak, but for the sake of safety, he injected almost all of his spiritual power into the talisman.
If this talisman could be stuck on the head of a zombie, even a powerful zombie at the middle stage of the Furry Zombie Realm would not be able to move an inch.
Without the pressure, Wen Caiqiu finally got up from the ground, drenched in sweat.
"Here, flick this on the coffin. Remember, you have to flick it all.”
Ninth Uncle ordered solemnly.
With that, he went back to wash up and prepare to sleep.
"By the way, wake up early tomorrow morning. I'll give you guys a morning lesson!”
Ling Yu left after saying that.
"It's over. Little Uncle-Master is serious!"
Qiu Sheng panicked when he heard that.
"What else can we do? It's impossible for him to run away!"
Wen Cai said helplessly.
However, Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up.
"Don't think so much. Let's finish up and go to sleep!”
Qiu Sheng said hurriedly.
Then, he brought Wen Cai with him to the surroundings of the coffin and flicked the ink lines on it.
Soon, the entire coffin was covered in grid-shaped ink lines, except for the bottom part that the two of them could not see.
" Let's wrap up!!"
Qiu Sheng looked at his masterpiece and chuckled.
"Qiusheng, what do you think this is?"
Suddenly, Wen Cai chuckled and said to Qiu Sheng.、
Qiu Sheng was stunned and turned around in confusion.
"Pa!"
However, a black line of ink hit Qiu Sheng's face and instantly popped out.
"F * ck, you brat, you dare to mess with me!”
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