Chapter 196 Telepathy

"Okay, I understand, butler."

While grinding the ink, Zhong Wan continued without looking up, "I'll just write something casually first to get a feel for it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an saw that she was focused on the ink that was gradually thickening under her hands, her movements were steady and her expression was relaxed, so he did not say anything more.

But out of the corner of my eye, I would still unconsciously glance at her figure.

Zhong Wan wasn't very skilled at grinding, and she mostly imitated Lin Yan'an's previous method. She ground very slowly, but after finishing, her wrists still felt a little sore.

Zhong Wan stopped what she was doing, turned her head to look at the pile of various papers, hesitated for a moment, then took out the cut yellow paper and spread it out. Just as she was about to reach for the brush, the familiar brush instantly appeared in her hand.

The pen's handle was warm and slightly cool to the touch, and for a moment it seemed to connect with her heart in some wonderful way.

Zhong Wan couldn't quite explain the feeling. She took a deep breath, held her breath, and focused all her attention on the yellow paper in front of her.

The wonderful feeling of drawing characters echoed in my mind. I picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and with my wrist suspended in the air, slowly placed it on the yellow paper.

The moment the pen tip touched the paper, wisps of black gas instantly dissipated from it.

A familiar, subtle sense of blockage instantly swept over Zhong Wan's heart.

Zhong Wan tried her best to ignore the pressure, moving her wrist steadily.

As the number of strokes increased, the pen in my hand seemed to grow heavier.

Even her forehead was slowly beaded with fine sweat.

The dense black energy stubbornly rose upwards and stretched outwards, yet at the other end it remained trapped within Zhong Wan's pen.

Lin Yan'an caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and was instantly startled.

He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhong Wan with concern. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't dare to make a sound for a moment, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

The unusual activity on the second floor quickly attracted the attention of the equipment on the first floor.

The alarm kept beeping.

Footsteps came from the stairwell.

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Yan'an quickly stood up, glancing at Zhong Wan with concern, then turning to look in the direction of the stairs.

He moved quietly and tiptoed to the top of the stairs.

He immediately met Director Qin's serious gaze.

Lin Yan'an raised his hand to signal for quiet, then looked at Director Qin and said in a low voice, "Wanwan is writing."

Director Qin instantly understood and immediately raised his hand to stop the people behind him.

He stepped around Lin Yan'an and looked at Zhong Wan.

She continued to move the brush with difficulty across the yellow paper, as if each stroke required immense mental effort.

Zhong Wan's forehead was covered in sweat, and she felt her wrists getting more and more sore.

Countless thoughts of giving up flashed through her mind.

In the end, they all turned into that one piece of paper, a festive portrait of Chairman Mao.

Turn pressure into motivation and earn money honestly and legitimately with your own hands.

This gave Zhong Wan countless confidence and perseverance.

She still didn't give up. She bit her lower lip and stared intently at the unfinished words in front of her, concentrating all her energy and relentlessly guiding the restless energy, binding, compressing, and integrating it into her paintbrush.

The black gas emanating from the tip of the pen seemed to follow a pattern, as if bound by an invisible force of rules, precisely blending into every stroke she had just written.

Faintly, that power seemed to draw in the surrounding black energy, causing it to rapidly converge.

It gathered in the air above the second-floor room, slowly swirling and flowing.

Then, as if they had spotted their target, the black mist on the first floor instantly flew swiftly through the air towards Zhong Wan's direction.

Lin Yan'an and the others held their breath instantly, looking at Zhong Wan with tension and worry.

Especially Lin Yan'an, whose black aura seemed to be drawn upwards in wisps.

He looked down at the changes around himself, then at Zhong Wan.

Seeing that the wisp of black energy gathered directly on her emperor without harming her, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It could be due to an excessively dense concentration of black odor indoors, or it could be something else entirely?

Lin Yan'an couldn't understand it either, but seeing Director Qin's focused expression as he looked up at the ceiling,

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the group of people on the stairs, all in the same posture as Director Qin.

Lin Yan'an was now truly certain: it seemed that only Zhong Wan and Zhong Suisui could see the aura surrounding him, besides himself.

He couldn't figure out the specific reason, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Lin Yan'an, with her sharp ears, heard a noise coming from Zhong Wan's side and quickly looked up.

Zhong Wan's breathing was heavy, but her eyes remained focused.

As she made the final stroke, the moment the tip of her nose just lifted...

"Buzz!"

A soft, almost audible buzzing sound, seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul, instantly rang in everyone's ears.

The seemingly ordinary yellow paper on the table slowly floated into the air, surrounded by thick black mist, and faintly, a white light shimmered on the paper.

The white light kept flashing, and the black energy around the yellow paper seemed to have come to life, wisps of it orderly merging into the yellow paper.

As the last wisp of black mist in the air merged into the white light, it gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

The yellow paper seemed to lose its support and slowly floated down from mid-air.

Seeing this, Zhong Wan, supporting her somewhat exhausted body, slowly stood up and reached out her hand.

The next second, everyone saw that the paper... had changed its original direction of falling and landed straight in Zhong Wan's hand.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully used the Spirit Pact Heart Talisman to write a character artwork with 99% completion. After the blood oath, the effect not only provides passive protection but also active warning: it can not only protect the heart meridian in critical moments but also automatically dissipate after ensuring the mission is completed.]

Zhong Wan held the still-warm yellow paper, looking at the two characters "Peace" written on it with the ink still wet.

She carefully mentally experienced the effects described by the system.

In an instant, a name naturally flashed through her mind.

Zhong Wan looked up at the crowd with burning eyes, and seeing Director Qin's slightly fiery and focused gaze on the characters in her hand, she said softly, "I call this talisman—the Spirit Heart Protection Talisman."

Upon hearing this, Director Qin stepped forward and walked to the other side of the table. He looked sharply at the characters, then at Zhong Wan, and subconsciously repeated, "Spirit Rhinoceros Heart-Protecting Talisman?"

"Lingxi...is it derived from the idea of ​​having a telepathic connection, actively sensing each other?"

"Protect the heart? Does that mean it can protect the heart's blood vessels in critical moments?"

"Yes."

Zhong Wan nodded and looked at Director Qin to explain in detail: "Compared to the peace blessing I wrote before, this one... should be said to be more spiritual."

"It possesses all the characteristics of Ping An Fu."