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Cheng Xiu slightly pursed his lips, but didn't stop. He took out some yellow paper from his bosom. Without cinnabar, he bit his finger and drew a complex rune on the blank talisman with his blood.

The sky was dark and the sky was bright. Cheng Xiu finally stopped. He stood up with a pale face.

"Young master." The black shadow placed a basket beside Cheng Xiu