Once everything was ready, Zhu Lei sat gently before me. Her hands, white as jade, danced with speed, as if weaving a beautiful performance. Her fingers moved with agility and grace, forming mysterious gestures while she began to chant strange incantations in a low voice. Although every word was spoken in Mandarin, the sounds were heavy with power and mystery.
I watched her movements quietly, a strange feeling surging within me—one that was both alien and familiar, as if I had experienced this scene before but could not quite recall it. As Zhu Lei’s chanting continued, I suddenly felt the atmosphere around us grow intensely tense.
The paper talismans pasted on the floor suddenly ignited, the roaring flames instantly turning them into ash. Yet, the ashes did not settle; they danced in the air, forming pale blue threads. These threads, like nimble snakes, wove and extended until they formed a complex array, trapping me tightly within.
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