The candles in the side hall flickered erratically. Pi Yanlin held the blood-stained talisman; as his fingertips brushed against the crow pattern, a sharp, searing pain shot through his palm—the lingering effect of the black mist released by Bai Wuchang before he fled.
He squinted at the faint gray mist hovering at the corner of the desk, then gave a tug at the faded cloth pouch at his waist and pulled out a blank talisman.
"Qinghuan, lend me some yang fire." He tossed the talisman into the air with feigned nonchalance, though his eyes remained locked on the black mist. "Leaving this thing here is a curse. Best to seal it away." Gu Qinghuan tapped her scabbard against the candle holder, sending sparks landing on the edge of the talisman. Pi Yanlin quickly wove his fingers into a Lazy Soul Seal—a trick he had received from a hundred-day check-in with the System. He had originally thought the seal tedious to form, but at this moment, he was thankful he hadn't been lazy.
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