Chapter 1443 Processing

But the things have been taken out, and it is meaningless to talk about it now.

I took the sign and looked back and forth, wondering: "I've never seen this thing before, it's hard to say."

"I went through everything on his body, and there was only this one."

I nodded to myself: "That's basically it."

"This sign is the bridge between Le'an and the people in the forest. If this bridge is destroyed, they will be completely helpless."

Zhi'an lowered his head and thought for a while: "I'm afraid this won't work, right?"

"Even if the brand is destroyed, there will definitely be a way for them to meet."

I laughed and whispered: "When I say destroyed, I don't mean smash it to pieces, but process it for him."

"How to process it?"

"Soul Chasing Talisman!"

I raised my eyebrows at Zhi'an: "This is what we originally thought. As long as we can get close to him, everything will be easy."

"Put the soul-chasing charm on this sign, and you will know the location of the forest people's lair."

After that, I reminded him again: "Don't forget what is written on the bamboo slip. The best way to defeat the man in the forest is to find his lair."

Zhi'an looked at the black sign and murmured: "This is unrealistic. As long as I put it up, he will definitely find it."

"Hey, caring leads to chaos."

I sighed silently, feeling that his IQ was plummeting now.

The leader who was so smart before encountered trouble in his own family and immediately turned into a primary school student.

I put the sign in front of his eyes: "There are etching patterns on it, can you see it?"

Etching is more like carving, using a carving knife to carve deep ravine textures.

The etching on this brand is obviously black and red. This shows that the iron element seeped out after the aged cinnabar was oxidized by the air.

"Do you dare to take a gamble?"

Zhi'an was stunned for a moment: "What are you betting on?"

"I bet Le'an doesn't actually understand what is engraved on the sign."

Zhi'an held the sign and thought for a long time: "Isn't this a bit risky?"

"I think I can win the bet."

These words are not groundless, and they are not decisions I dare to make when my head is hot.

It can be heard from yesterday's conversation that Le'an is more like a follower to the people in the forest, or it is not an exaggeration to call him a puppet.

Every line in those words was filled with flattery, and the hierarchy was too obvious.

It can be basically inferred that the people in the forest have only one way of communicating with Le'an - knowing what is happening without knowing why.

Based on this, I dared to give it a try.

After a while, Zhi'an spoke again: "Then what are you going to do?"

"Easy to say."

"Get some cinnabar, start drawing along the etched lines, and give it to him after it dries."

Just as Zhi'an was about to open his mouth, I already knew what he was going to say, so I spoke first: "Mix the cinnabar with some black soil, and then some sand."

"When you're done, burn it again with fire to make sure it's exactly the same."

Zhi'an put the things away and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, I'll do it now."

"Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Now I really don't trust his IQ. If I don't protect him well, he will do something stupid.

For a Taoist temple, cinnabar is like salt in the kitchen, basically found everywhere.

The two of us took out some cinnabar from under the main hall, and Zhi'an suddenly turned his head in confusion.

"My hands are shaking and I can't draw steadily."

At least for a few seconds, I thought Zhi'an was joking with me.

I have seen his ability to draw talismans, but I dare not say more about it. He has at least 20 years of experience.

Can he still draw talismans? Isn't this a joke?

Zhi'an lowered his head and pursed his lips, murmuring: "I can't help but tremble, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhi'an spat out a mouthful of blood without warning, and fell heavily to the ground.

The sudden scene scared me all over.

The blood spurted out by Zhi'an was dark red and black, obviously caused by the intense fire attacking his heart.