Don’t panic when the apocalypse comes, stock up on food first and then guns

Jiang You has seen people who were given food by their ancestors.

But this is the first time I have seen the ancestor chasing after someone to feed him.

After being rejected repeatedly by Yan Chi, Wuwei Zi had already given up.

But at this moment, Yan Chi took the brush and used the cinnabar that Wuwei Zi practiced to casually copy his fire-starting talisman, but it was just a casual copy.

This made Wuweizi, who was about to leave and had been saying things like "things that come to your doorstep are worthless" and "Spells should not be passed on easily", go crazy.

Holding Yan Chi's hand, he looked up and down, left and right, wishing he could stick his eyes on it.

If there weren't so many people around, Jiang You suspected that he wanted to lick the hand with his tongue.

"Red Hair, how did you draw the fire charm just now?"

“I just drew it casually.”

"Whatever?! Then then then...then you didn't have anything in mind when you drew the talisman?"

"What can I think about?"

"Do you feel that the more you draw, the more difficult it becomes?"

"If you can't even lift a pen, you're probably not far from death..."

Yan Chi left proudly, and a strand of her red hair gently swept across Wuweizi's head. He stood there in a daze with the talisman in his hand. After he came to his senses, he slapped his thigh.

"Ahahahaha!!!"

He cried and laughed at the same time, and looked like he had schizophrenia.

“Hahahahaha! A heaven-chosen fire spirit root, a top-notch seedling! Hahahaha!”

"This is a pen made of lightning-struck wood that has been there for thousands of years. He used this pen to draw the talisman without any resistance. He is simply a genius, a true genius!"

"I didn't expect that I would pick it up! Hahahaha!"

"Back then, it took me a year to successfully draw the first talisman with power, and my master happily called me a genius. But now, he can draw it effortlessly with just one stroke!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"..."

Yan Chi went upstairs after saying this.

When Zhang Shuhui heard that Yan Chi was so talented, she was immediately happy too.

But then, she caught a glimpse and immediately realized something was wrong.

He never used to hold the handrail when going upstairs before, but this time, he went up the stairs gracefully holding the handrail.

Behind the thick teacup-bottom lenses, the eyes were fixed on the stairs.

The pair of slender, bony hands seemed to be resting lightly on the stairs, but in fact, veins were already faintly visible on the back of the hands.

Zhang Shuhui touched the glasses on her nose and immediately realized that Yan Chi was just trying to show off.

He glanced at Wuweizi again. He was immersed in joy and didn't notice anything unusual.

Zhang Shuhui rushed over with a smile, "Wow, Master Yan Chi, you are so awesome! Can you draw a talisman for me? Please..."

She grabbed Yan Chi's arm with a playful smile, seemingly dragging him, but in fact she was secretly exerting force to steady his shaky body.

As Zhang Shuhui shamelessly begged for the talisman, the two of them completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

After entering the attic, Yan Chi finally relaxed his tense nerves.

Zhang Shuhui quickly helped him to the bed, but as soon as she let go, he collapsed into the chair as if exhausted.

Almost, almost didn’t make it up.

Yan Chi's beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly red, and bursts of ringing sounds rang in his head, as if a sledgehammer was constantly hitting his brain.

Hearing the sounds of crying and laughing coming from downstairs, he knew that he had succeeded.

"I'm going to take a nap. Don't let the old Taoist priest in." He said with a pale face, "Ask Baiyin to guard here and set up a spiritual field. Don't let anyone spy on my spiritual power."

I didn't expect that an ordinary-looking brush and some randomly drawn lines would consume so much mental energy.

And the further I painted, the greater the force on my hands I felt, and every movement of the pen tip became extremely difficult.

He is a little overwhelmed now.

The best way now is to rest and quickly recover your mental strength.

If the mental power is unstable for a long time, the corpses will get out of control.

Wuweizi might have guessed wrong. He is not a genius at all. It’s just that his mental power is stronger than that of ordinary people.

But Jiang Jiang needs Wuwei Zi's help, and Wuwei Zi longs for a talented disciple, so he is, and must be, a talented seedling in Wuwei Zi's eyes.

At least before Jiang Jiang's business is done, Wuwei Zi cannot be allowed to see that he is not the person she expected.

Zhang Shuhui has been with us for so long, and after going through so much hardship in the apocalypse, she is no longer the silly and heartless girl she used to be.

Naturally, one can guess Yan Chi's intention in doing this.

He forced himself to exert his mental strength and pretend to be at ease in front of Wuwei Zi. In the final analysis, it was all to help Jiang You control Wuwei Zi.

She nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will tell Baiyin about it." Then she tucked in the quilt for him.

Looking at Yan Chi who was already fast asleep on the bed, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help but think of the time when they first met at Huaishan Farm.

He was wet and naked, with his long red hair tangled around his body like seaweed.

She thought Jiang You had stolen a mermaid from somewhere.

Later in Yuge Village, he understood nothing. Although he was already eighteen or nineteen years old, his thinking was like that of a newborn baby.

He can't talk, walk, or even eat or brush his teeth.

He opened his eyes with a pair of exceptionally clear eyes in distress, and every day he bit the tip of his pencil and struggled to write one, two, three, four, five.

He would even clumsily carry a lunch bag and eat with rice grains all over his face.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shuhui burst out laughing.

This child, who in a sense he watched "grow up", has unknowingly grown into a towering tree.

"Master Yan Chi, you have to be well."

"You and the Lord Leader must be well. Only when you are well, Tingfeng City and Longshan can be well, and everyone can be well..."

She gently smoothed out the wrinkles on the quilt, then put a smile on her face.

Ran down the stairs.

"Master, Master Yan Chi said he wants to eat clay pot chicken for lunch. It's just right. I'll put some corn tortillas on the pot and make a pot of chicken. How about that?"

After saying that, he went into the kitchen without waiting for Jiang You to answer.

"Little Gray, go find Silver and come back. We'll be eating soon!"

The gray mouse disappeared in a flash through the rat hole in the corner of the wall.

It was said to be a rat hole, but the hole was so big that even a dog before the end of the world could get in.

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From that day on, Wuwei Zi became completely shameless and did everything he could to make Yan Chi his disciple.

He was even willing to let his last disciple Wushenzi take the back seat and let Yanchi become the eldest disciple.

Soapberry: I have only seen people who have become higher in seniority as time goes by, but this is the first time I have seen someone who has become a junior disciple from a senior disciple.

After his persistence, Yan Chi agreed to give him the opportunity to accept him as an apprentice.

But it all depends on whether he can successfully help the man-eating tree absorb the energy from the tree's heart.