Yuan Qing mixed paints of various colors to produce an almost dark green paint. After rummaging in the bag for a while, he exclaimed: "No cinnabar? How can there be no cinnabar?"
Cheng Hou seemed to have thought of something, so he hurriedly took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed the bottle to Yuan Qing's face: "Is it looking for this?"
Yuan Qing looked intently, his face beaming with joy: "Yes, yes, this is it, why is it with you?"
Chenghou said, "I saw it in the vice seat when I got off the car. I was anxious at the time, thinking about returning it to you, but I forgot it somehow."
Yuan Qing blended cinnabar into the paint, "This is not ordinary cinnabar, but it is also the key to this material. It can't be achieved without it."
After stirring, Yuan Qing took a pen from his bag, opened the phone album, and found a photo that he had taken.
The photo was taken on a piece of yellow paper with a very special word written on it, which looked like a rune.
He took the pictures when the master taught him. He was afraid that he would forget it over time. He practiced it from time to time. Too many strokes were too complicated. He didn’t understand it after practicing for a long time. Even now, he still needs to draw by comparison. If you draw two strokes less than one stroke, the rune will also lose its effectiveness.
Yuan Qing asked Chenghou to hold his mobile phone, and he drew a rune on Chu Yan's back, and then drew another rune on his chest, which could hide the breath of the sun and prevent the yin for a certain period of time. The ghost found his trail.
"Is that all right?" Chenghou asked.
Yuan Qing said, his eyes kept going back and forth between the rune and the phone, until he confirmed that every stroke and every drawing was correct, then he straightened up and said, "Okay, you can go in after I set up a formation. "
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Dongfang Wan'er was so shocked that she could not even speak with her beautiful eyes wide open, her hands covering her mouth.
Originally and Zhi'er were shopping, and they were walking around, but suddenly it went dark in front of them, and they didn't remember anything.
Now when she woke up, she found herself, Zhier, and some men and women she didn't know were lying in a big house.
This house is not like their current house, more like the house she had seen on TV during the Republic of China.
This is not like a house used for filming in a film and television city, but a house where people actually live.
There were traces of life everywhere, and it was clearly cleaned up, but there was a smell of musty in the air.
She didn't have anything tied up on her body, and she had all the strength. After waking up Bai Zhi next to her, she got up and opened the door.
The door was right, she was happy, and pushed it open with a hard push, but there was someone standing outside.
The person's body moved unnaturally, and then slowly turned around.
Dongfang Wan'er opened her mouth to ask, but when the man's face turned around, her mouthful was swallowed.
Looking at such a face, she wanted to scream but couldn't scream out, her mouth was open but she couldn't send it out, and her body kept backing away.
"What's the matter?" Bai Zhi woke up and saw Dongfang Wan'er look like this, hurriedly trot over, just to hold Dongfang Wan'er's almost collapsed body.
Dongfang Wan'er was speechless, and she shivered and pointed in the direction of the door: "Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts."
As soon as Dongfang Wan'er's words fell, the'man' who was guarding outside floated to the ground.
At this time, several people woke up, saw this scene, and fainted again.
He is a male ghost, in his early thirties, wearing a navy blue baseball shirt, a style that has been popular for a hundred years, and no one wears this kind of clothes now.