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This talisman is very simple and not complicated to draw. The only difficulty is to infuse it with spiritual energy evenly.

He paints slowly, but his wrist is very steady.

He learned calligraphy as a child, though he gave up halfway through and his handwriting wasn't very good. However, he had practiced writing with a brush for a while, so he only felt a little awkward using it now. Later, he also received specialized training in combat and knife skills, and he had no problem controlling his wrists.

Just when success seemed imminent, an obstacle arose while drawing the talisman core. The spiritual energy became slightly disrupted, causing the spiritual energy on the entire piece of paper to instantly dissipate.

This talisman is ruined!

He tried several times, but to no avail, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

The core of a talisman is its heart and soul.

Some flaws in other areas may only slightly affect the effectiveness of the talisman paper, but the talisman core is different; if it fails, the entire talisman is ruined.

Chen Mo rubbed his hair, looking somewhat troubled.

"Hey, bro, you're practicing drawing talismans!"

Chen Xing walked over at some point, his hair a mess, looking sleepy but full of curiosity.

"Yeah, it always fails right before it's over."

"I want to try it too!" Chen Xing said eagerly.

Seeing his expression, Chen Mo handed him the pen: "Did Dad teach you?"

"Yes, but I haven't tried it yet." Chen Xing closed his eyes, as if he was also trying to understand spirituality.

Chen Mo was somewhat surprised. Had this kid already awakened his spirituality?

Oh right, without spirituality, he can't even open the Eye of Insight...

I was so engrossed in drawing talismans that I completely forgot about this!

This kid's spirituality is probably even higher than mine now...

Thinking of this, Chen Mo suddenly felt a pang of jealousy, as if he had eaten a lemon.

He watched quietly from the side, and Xiao Jing also came out and stood curiously to the side.

It lasted for about seven or eight minutes. Chen Mo looked on with a puzzled expression. He even wondered if the kid had fallen asleep.

Just as they were about to call him, Chen Xing opened his eyes, picked up his pen, and began to outline the shape of the exorcism talisman.

With the final stroke completed, Chen Xing let out a long sigh of relief as he lifted the pen.

Chen Mo stared in disbelief: "That's... all done?"

Success on the first try?

"It seems so?" Chen Xing wasn't sure either, and scratched his head.

"Brother, the way you look at me, are you envious?"

"Of course!" Chen Mo didn't deny it, reaching out to tidy his already messy hair, making it even messier. He then changed the subject, "I envy you having such a good older brother!"

Damn, this kid is practically blessed by God!

After learning from Chen Xing, Chen Mo successfully drew his first talisman.

Although the process of drawing talismans requires constant infusion of spirituality, if successful, a large portion of this spirituality will be returned to the individual, so the actual consumption is not significant.

If it fails, these spiritual elements will dissipate instantly, and you can only wait for them to recover naturally.

So if he succeeds repeatedly, he can draw many pictures at once.

After drawing several pictures, he finally figured out a bit of the trick.

Chen Xing watched with great interest, especially noticing the frustration on his brother's face after his defeat—an expression he rarely saw…

Chen Mo was speechless. When he still had one-third of his spiritual energy left, he stopped moving.

He still remembered his grandfather's words: he couldn't let his spirituality be exhausted.

He handed the space over to the curious Chen Xing, gave him a word of advice and told him to continue his research, then went to the living room and collapsed on the sofa.

His spiritual energy was already more than half depleted. Tonight he still had to carry out the mission of "Wandering Costume". If he continued to use it, he wouldn't be able to recover to full strength before setting off.

Thinking that he would have another chance to ask a question, he took out his phone and typed in his question.

"Who among those you have chosen in the past few centuries?"

This is a very clever question; it doesn't ask whether it exists, but rather who does.

It's impossible that the concept of "契" (qi) hasn't existed in the last few hundred years!

If he had one, he wouldn't mind buying a scratch-off lottery ticket; he might just win hundreds of millions...

Soon, the text slowly appeared. The app was very understanding and provided a detailed answer.

"Currently, including you, there are eight survivors: Fu Hongnian, Yan Yuntao, Gui Yongning, Zhu Xinrong, Qin Xiaoran, Chen Jiujin, and Shen Haiyuan."

"They were all candidates, but they chose to give up in the final trial."

"Fu Hongnian and Shen Haiyuan's trial mission is to suppress evil spirits at the Sea Eye."

"Zhu Xinrong and Yan Yuntao's trial mission is Paper Doll Village."

"Chen Jiujin's trial mission is Thousand Coffin Town."

"Gui Yongning's trial mission is to travel back to the Yellow Springs."

"Qin Xiaoran's mission is the Wordless Heavenly Book."

"The rest of the trial participants are dead, a mortality rate of 98%."

Chen Mo's pupils contracted; he actually saw both his grandfather and maternal grandfather at the same time!

He was struck dumb, staring blankly at his phone, speechless for a long time.

Back in my grandfather's time, the contract probably wasn't a mobile version. It's hard to say about my maternal grandfather's side, but I might have been the first person chosen by the mobile version of the contract.

But what exactly are these trials that are mentioned?

Sea Eye Suppresses Evil, Thousand Coffins Town, Paper Doll Village, Yellow Springs Reverse Flow, Wordless Heavenly Book... Just hearing the names is extremely ominous!

Chen Mo took a deep breath, memorized it, and stopped thinking about it.

Given their personality, they won't talk about it, even if you ask.

He utterly disliked riddle tellers, which is why he was too lazy to ask any more questions and simply brought it up.

Now, he's stuck in this dilemma without getting an answer, and he has more important things to do.

In the afternoon, after seeing Chen Xing off, he began to pack his things.

The weekly tasks these past few days have been quite difficult, so no easy ones have been added. He already has two tasks piling up, so he hasn't accepted any of them.

Anyway, he only needs to complete one weekly task, and he's not short of spirit money, so he might as well adjust his schedule and relax a bit.

He had figured out the pattern of how often regular orders refreshed; it was determined by the time of the previous completion.

The next regular order will likely be updated around Monday afternoon.

He didn't know how long the deadline was for the next regular order, and it was precisely because of this that he had to complete the "Wandering Costume" task tonight.

If the next task has a very short time limit, it will conflict with the weekly costume task time.

Tomorrow is the deadline for his mission.

After packing his things, along with miscellaneous items and a Tang sword, he sped off on his electric scooter all the way to the west of the city.

He chatted with the audience along the way, and at 9:30 pm, he arrived at the entrance of Yongle Theater without incident.

Yongle Theater is located on the edge of the old city and has been around for quite some time.

This place has been slated for demolition many times, but every time construction begins, strange things happen frequently. After a while, everyone knows that something is wrong here.

It is said that in the middle of the night, someone passing by heard the sound of opera being sung inside.

There were also a few reckless young people who deliberately went there late at night, and then they mysteriously disappeared and never came out again.