"What are you keeping these useless yellow papers for?" Lonemoon glanced at him. Thinking of something, his eyes widened. "Can these talismans really work?"
"Not entirely!" Yi Qing directly sent over a bit of spirit qi. In a short while, that pile of talisman papers moved, and a yellow talisman pattern floated up to the area right above his hand, indistinctly visible.
"Holy shit, this fatty's handmade talismans can really work." Lonemoon took a piece of the talisman paper, which was extremely unstable and incomplete, but nevertheless halfway to success. Wait… his hand stiffened, and as though remembering something, his eyes widened abruptly.
Only then did Yi Qing say, word by word, "He's mortal!"
"Shit!"