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Chapter 310 Xia Xia draws talisman
Just as Xia Zhihuai was scratching his head, a call happened to come in.

He looked at the unfamiliar number and hesitated for two seconds to answer the call. The child's voice on the other end of the phone was clear and very penetrating.

"elder brother--"

Xia Zhihuai moved the phone further away, and his face twisted in shock: "Wanwan, why did you call me?"

Wanwan sat in the lounge of the director's team, took a bite of the fried chicken leg, and said vaguely and happily: "Uncle the director asked me to ask you, has Brother Qu been found?"

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

"You finish what's in your mouth before you speak."

Wanwan said "Oh" and handed the phone to Hu Beijun who was standing aside. She wanted to eat more now and didn't want to be connected to her brother.

Hu Beijun looked at her little mouth covered in oil stains and couldn't help but put his forehead on his hands and took the phone: "Xiao Xia, it's me."

Xia Zhihuai heard his somewhat guilty voice: "Director Hu, Qu Xiunan has been found, but he is unconscious in a club, so I am thinking of ways to bring him out without making too much noise."

When Hu Beijun heard this, he was immediately frightened: "Xiaoxia, you didn't go in, did you?"

"No, I asked my friend to help me go in and look for him." Xia Zhihuai said very steadily, "I know what to do. Don't worry, Director Hu. I will definitely take the person back tonight."

Hu Beijun breathed out softly: "That's good. If you encounter anything that needs help, be sure to tell me. I can find friends in the iron city to help."

Xia Zhihuai knew very well that this was just a pretentious comment, and he did not expose the fact that Hu Beijun only had the investor's father in this city: "Thank you."

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

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

Hu Beijun immediately replied: "Healthy green meals."

At the same time, a clear child's voice also sounded: "Fried chicken and fairy water!"

Hu Beijun sat on the chair, his eyes widened, and turned to look at the little traitor who stabbed him in the back: "Wanwan!"

"We clearly agreed..."

Wanwan held the fried chicken and blinked: "I forgot." Just now, she just wanted to show off to her brother.

She is usually not allowed to eat fried chicken, but today she can eat a lot.

Xia Zhihuai's forehead veins were pulsing: "Director Hu, I told you when I left to prepare nutritionally balanced meals for Wanwan... You..."

"Ah, is this what I agreed to do? Then I'll change it for Wanwan now...Hey, why can't I hear your voice? The signal seems to be a bit bad, so I hung up..."

Wanwan put the fried chicken in a bowl, stood on tiptoes and snatched the phone: "Brother, Fu Zhuan can bring Brother Qu out."

Xia Zhihuai: "What talisman and seal script?"

Wanwan ran away holding her cell phone: "New talisman, puppet talisman."

"I don't have one now." Xia Zhihuai said a little bit, "Can you draw a talisman and send it over now?"

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

"Brother, you can draw it yourself. I'll teach you. It's very simple."

Wanwan was very generous and said that he seemed to be able to draw the talisman easily.

Xia Zhihuai sat on the roadside 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 via video...Brother, you have to believe that you can do it!"

"come on, come on, come on!!"

Wanwan cheered him up like a little sun.

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

Wanwan: "I'm going to find the director uncle and start the video. Brother, please don't buy fake cinnabar."

Xia Zhihuai hung up the phone, sent a message to Huang Xikong, asked him to wait for a while, took a taxi on the roadside, and directly searched for the nearest ancient street to buy.

He really paid too much for this unfortunate guy Qu Xiunan.

……

Twenty minutes later, Xia Zhihuai was sitting in a quiet teahouse with a piece of rose cake in his mouth. He held up his mobile phone and placed it opposite him. He held a brush in his right hand and dipped it in cinnabar. He stared at the talisman paper in front of him. The expression is bitter and full of hatred.

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

brush.Cinnabar.Yellow paper.

"Brother, now Wanwan's small class on drawing talisman is about to officially begin."

Xia Zhihuai stared at the picture in the video. Hu Beijun was so satisfied that he even built a camera to broadcast live to him alone.

1080P high definition drawing tutorial.

Hey!
He has never seen a director who is more skillful than Hu Beijun.

Little Fatty Wanwan held a pen in her hand and muttered: "Brother, let me give you a sample first, like this... like this, and like this again."

"Just look at it."

Xia Zhihuai stared at the phone in confusion.

His eyes: Got it.

His clumsy hand: No, not at all.

Help--

Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan's shining eyes and eyes full of expectation, and once again condemned himself in his heart.

Sorry, he's a noob.

"Brother, have you learned it?"

Xia Zhihuai: "If I say no, will you crawl along the network cable and hit me?"

The flower-like smile on Wanwan's face froze: "..."

"It's obviously very simple."

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

Wanwan shook her head and said, "Uncle the director is not good at 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 in you. Although it is still very weak, it is completely enough to draw a talisman."

Xia Zhihuai was shocked: "Is this so?" He thought that the spiritual power he had now could only prevent ghosts from bullying him easily.

Did he underestimate himself?

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

"Then the spiritual power of the body is concentrated on the tip of the pen, and the spiritual power must be injected evenly from beginning to end and cannot be interrupted."

"This way the puppet talisman is finished."

Xia Zhihuai finished eating the rose cake and had memorized the ghostly painting-like brushwork of the Puppet Talisman. As for how to concentrate his spiritual power 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 lying aside, and tried to draw on the talisman paper once.

Halfway through the drawing, the pen barrel can no longer be pushed down.

It means that the strokes he drew are correct.

It's just that without spiritual power, it can't become a talisman.

try again.

Xia Zhihuai was sitting alone in the corner of the teahouse. A dim bamboo lantern hung outside the open wooden window on the second floor. The night wind blew slowly into the room from the window and rolled up the broken hair on his forehead.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the talisman, and he had no time to notice his increasingly focused gaze. His originally obsidian eyes slowly shed a faint light, and a small cyclone slowly formed above his head. .

The pale white spiritual light slowly poured into his body along the top of his head. After traveling around the body, dots of broken light condensed on the fingertips of his right hand.

The marks on the yellow sheets are getting longer and longer.

until……

"It's done!"

Xia Zhihuai looked at his fresh work in surprise. He 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 went dark.

The pen in his hand fell to the table with a clatter, staining the talisman he was drawing.

Xia Zhihuai touched his forehead with his left hand and found that it was covered in sweat and he was hungry again...

I obviously just ate several rose cakes.

He took out the bag and ate the remaining rose cakes, packed up the things on the table and left.

When handing the talisman to Huang Xikong, Huang Xikong glanced at his face: "Why did your face suddenly become so pale?"

Xia Zhihuai later realized: "Maybe he just drew three puppet talismans???"

Huang Xikong frowned: "You have overused your spiritual power. You are lucky that you didn't faint now. Take a look at your phone. Your face is whiter than a ghost. Find a place to rest. I will take him out to find you." "

Xia Zhihuai really felt that he couldn't muster the strength. He just wanted to find a place to lie down and couldn't sleep.

He pointed to the restaurant next to him, covering his stomach with his right hand, and said without hesitation: "I'm going to have something to eat over there, I'm still very hungry."

Huang Xikong watched him walking towards the hotel with empty steps, his eyebrows deeply knitted together.

It wasn't until he couldn't see anyone anymore that he ducked into the toilet cubicle of the club and slapped the puppet charm directly on Qu Xiunan's back. The unconscious man who was originally exhausted on the ground opened his eyes with a "swish" and stood up from the ground very stiffly. stand up.

Huang Xikong pushed open the toilet door, and "Puppet Xiaoqu" walked behind him dully, acting a bit like a zombie.

Huang Xikong turned back and stared at him for two steps. Puppet Qu, who had no sense of self-consciousness, looked back at him innocently with a pair of cute eyes.

"never mind……"

Huang Xikong couldn't help but sigh, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingertips.

Xia Zhihuai successfully drew the puppet talisman for the first time, but he learned it on the fly. He couldn't expect the talisman to be very effective. The puppet's movements were slow and stiff... understandable.

Huang Xikong put Qu Xiunan's hand on his shoulder, turned to look at the other person's dull eyes, and said with disgust: "Close your eyes and pretend to be drunk."

Puppet song: "..." Sorry, I don't know how to pretend to be drunk.

Huang Xikong half-carried and half-carried them, cast a spell on the two of them to reduce their presence, and left the club in a dignified manner.

After the two of them walked some distance away, a waiter who came back from parking glanced at the two of them and shook his head as he walked back to the door. They still felt that they were unfamiliar.

However, in the clubhouse, strange guests come every day, and it is inevitable to meet them occasionally.

Soon, he put this memory behind him.

……

Huang Xikong helped the person to the hotel box, looked at the many dishes on the table, threw Qu Xiunan on the chair, chose a seat to sit down, pushed the cup in front of Xia Zhihuai, and asked him to help pour a glass of water.

Xia Zhihuai asked: "Hawthorn juice or chrysanthemum tea?"

"Flower tea, thank you." Huang Xikong brought the cup back and glanced at Qu Xiunan, who looked like a goose, from the corner of his eye. "This person needs to bask in the sun for a few more days after taking it back to replenish his yang energy. In the past few days, his body will be healthy." It will probably be very weak, and it will be easier to attract ghosts, so let him not run into the lonely graveyard, otherwise the problem will not be solved by the sun."

Xia Zhihuai thanked Qu Xiunan: "I will tell him. I'm sorry to trouble you tonight."

Qu Xiunan picked up his chopsticks and picked some good-looking dishes for supper. He ate slowly and elegantly, while Xia Zhihuai opposite him was like a starving ghost reincarnated, throwing away the food on the table. Generally swept away.

"You are exaggerating. If you eat so much, be careful of indigestion at night."

Xia Zhihuai shook his head and said: "I feel like I can eat a cow now. It turns out that drawing talismans is such a tiring task. No wonder Wanwan can't stop talking all day long. I will never dislike her eating too much in the future." "

Huang Xikong felt that Xia Zhihuai must have misunderstood something.

Wanwan's little one has a lot of spiritual energy. Drawing a hundred talismans and seals is just a drop in the bucket for her. She doesn't need to take supplements like Xia Zhihuai.

As the little guy sat there without moving, a large amount of spiritual energy would penetrate into her body.

The two people's situations are completely different.

But he didn't plan to remind Xia Zhihuai, it just depends on when this fool will find out.

……

"By the way, I also caught the female ghost. What are you going to do with it?"

After Huang Xikong finished the food in front of him, he released Qu Yuan directly with a wave of his hand.

As soon as the female ghost landed on the ground, dizzy, she immediately seized the opportunity to escape.

Huang Xikong looked at her little tricks with cold eyes, snorted coldly, raised his hand and threw out a powerful yin energy, and slapped her to the ground.

Xia Zhihuai was holding the rice bowl. He didn't have any sympathy for the suppressed female ghost. He turned around and complained to Huang Xikong: "Let's talk about it later. You put her away. I'm still eating. Why don't you torture the ghost for me now?" On the rice show, can you stop being such a bitch when you are a ghost?"

(End of this chapter)