C4 Grand General Seal

After the green smoke slowly drifted away, the room was completely silent. Fang Zishu blankly squatted there, did not say a word, and maintained his previous position without moving an inch.

The officer at the side waited for a long time, but seeing that Fang Zishu did not make a move, he could not help but be anxious.

"Zishu, you …"

Before he could even finish his words, Fang Zishu had moved the bottle on his left hand, and the liquid inside slowly flowed out.

Although it looked like there were a lot, when he poured it out, he realized that there were only seven or eight small drops that landed on the yellow paper.

Fang Zishu's expression was congealed, as he used one hand to lift up the middle finger of his right hand.

"Imprint of the Heavenly Dao, imprint upon the heavens. May the spirit of the great general be sealed within."

He tapped the yellow paper with his middle finger, and the black liquid began to draw.

It was weird to say that the black liquid, with the help of Fang Zishu's drawing, had slowly turned into a bloody color. The pungent smell of blood spread out from the yellow paper, causing everyone to frown.

"I request the soul of the general!" The Soul Traversing Ten Thousand Arts is hidden in the heart. "

Fang Zishu bellowed out as he looked at the stairs that led to the second floor. At that moment, the painting on the yellow paper was already a third complete.

"Swish."

The sound of someone's footsteps could be heard from the top of the stairs. It was most likely a single step.

"Someone's here?"

The first reaction of the police was to dig for the spear at his waist, but when he turned his head to see Fang Zishu looking at him, the warning in his face was self-evident.

He could only retract his hand in embarrassment. Although he no longer took out the gun, he was still nervous. This was a place where no one had been here for more than ten years, so why would there be footsteps here? If he hadn't heard it personally, no one would have believed him.

Only after seeing the police stop attacking did Fang Zishu's expression relax a little, but he still had a serious expression on.

Despite all that had happened, his hands did not stop moving. Only two or three breaths had passed since the sound of his footsteps. At this moment, the painting on the yellow paper was almost two-thirds complete.

"Please, Great General!" God's might is unrivaled, straight down to the small town! "

Just as his voice fell, a creaking sound came from the top of the pavilion. The wooden board on top of it had already rotted away, as if someone had stepped on it, causing the wooden board to groan.

On top of the pavilion, countless dust began to sprinkle down through the gaps between the wooden boards, falling onto Fang Zishu and the bandit. The two of them quickly became natives.

Fang Zishu's gaze was still fixated on the yellow paper, while the note was tightly staring at the staircase.

The flashlight was aimed straight at Fang Zishu, imprinting his back onto the stairs. The unintentional action of this book made the cop have a bad premonition. He wanted to move the flashlight, but he was afraid of disturbing Fang Zishu's movements.

"Tick, flick, vertical, horizontal …"

Fang Zishu was muttering non-stop inside, but the movements of his hands became more and more stiff, as though the further he drew the Soul Suppressing Talisman, the more difficult it became.

Unknowingly, Fang Zishu's forehead had already been covered with sweat, causing the bangs on his forehead to powerlessly droop to the side, making him look incomparably weak.

"Hah!"

Standing at the side, the note only heard Fang Zishu's loud shout, with a wave of his finger, he drew the most important line, the Soul Suppressing Talisman was completed.

It was unknown when it had started, but a shadow had appeared on the wall by the stairs and stood behind Fang Zishu's back.

He looked like a woman, but also like he was wearing a long skirt. Just by relying on a projection, he could not see anything.

The policeman was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't move the flashlight, so he was stuck. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The holographic figure lifted its foot and slowly took a step forward. The staircase released a creaking sound, but the figure of the young man did not appear. Instead, the reflection was one step closer to Fang Zishu's figure.

At this time, the policeman looked at Fang Zishu and realized that he had not noticed him. His other hand was slowly touching the golden hoop on his neck, and he was opening a gap with one hand.

In the instant that the cracks in the golden ring were forced open, the lady on the stairs trembled, then quickened her pace, as though she was going to close in on Fang Zishu's body.

"Three spirits of the great general!" The might of a general can suppress a True God! "

After saying that, Fang Zishu retracted his hand. When his finger left the Soul Suppressing Rune, the dust that had filled the room before gradually settled down and was no longer floating.

The note saw that the projection on the wall by the stairs also began to fade until it disappeared. He let out a heavy breath from his mouth. It was unknown whether it was out of regret or relief.

Fang Zishu wiped off the sweat on his forehead and sat down on the ground. Seeing that, the policeman immediately rushed to support them, but was pushed away by Fang Zishu.

"Go away from this talisman and stand at the counter. Also, keep pointing your flashlight at me. Don't leave!"

Receiving Fang Zishu's instructions, the police could only follow them and return to the counter. He leaned his backpack against the counter and stared at Fang Zishu's actions.

"Please, Great General En." General En, First Thought, Second Anger, Third Kowtow.

Fang Zishu stood up from the ground, bent his waist, and deeply bowed to the Soul Suppressing Talisman three times, which could be considered to be the end of the ceremony.

He took out the blood clot in his bosom and used it to wrap around the Soul Suppressing Talisman, forming a circle around it. On the surface of the blood clot was a large "Fang" character to prove the origin of the talisman.

"What's that?"

The police had always been curious about Fang Zishu's blood clot, because he had always seen Fang Zishu treating it as his family heirloom, and protecting it. However, that was not a rare item, which made him curious about it the most.

"Blood clot."

"I know it's a blood clot, but what is it?"

"Are you sure you want to know?" Fang Zishu turned his head, looking at the police with a strange expression.

"Of course!" He was still thinking in his heart that if Fang Zishu still had more of these things, he would need to come over by one or two. He might even be able to sell them out at a high price, and that would also save himself the trouble of digging and digging graves there.

"If you want to know, then I'll tell you."

Fang Zishu turned his body around, and once again kept the blood clot into his bosom.

"It was formed from the blood and essence of all the ancestors of the Fang Clan!"