Xia Zhibai looked at it carefully, and Song Jinchen also concentrated his mind and energy, carefully painting each stroke.
His strokes were as natural as flowing water, and before half an hour had passed, he had already finished one third of the painting.
But at this moment, Song Jinchen's hand holding the pen felt a little tired, and he slowed down unconsciously.
Xia Zhibai noticed his abnormality at the first moment. He looked up at him and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He probably guessed the reason.
"That's all for today, go and rest."
She spoke calmly, not wanting to say anything more, and turned around, leaving Song Jinchen with only a faint back view.
Song Jinchen's hand holding the pen trembled, a trace of pain passed through his heart, and his eyes were filled with stubbornness and unwillingness: "Zhibai, am I not capable of this?"
Men are most afraid of being told that they are not good enough, but he was hurt by Xia Zhibai's seemingly calm yet complicated eyes just now.
Xia Zhibai paused and said, "You really can't do it." Her voice was a little dry, but also a little happy: "Do you know how long it took cultivators in the past to draw a true talisman?"
Song Jinchen was almost wilted after hearing her words, like an eggplant hit by frost. But when he heard her next sentence, he suddenly looked up and looked at her: "I don't know."
Yes, he didn't know, but he knew that drawing talismans was as easy as drinking water for her.
He wanted to be like her, too.
"At least three days. If you're slow, you might not be able to finish it even in a month."
Xia Zhibai spoke slowly, and then continued: "They will also learn to become masters and cultivate themselves. You have only been here for half an hour and have never learned anything."
Song Jinchen's fists, which had just been clenched tightly, couldn't help but loosen again and again when he heard this. Was this a compliment to him?
"Rest. I'll make an exercise plan for you tomorrow. If you follow it, you'll definitely be able to draw well."
Really?
Is that really why he did that?
"Go and have some rest. You'll probably be busy for a while starting tomorrow."
If you choose to study with her, you have to hurry.
Song Jinchen then realized that he was also a talented person and a good student, but he was just like Zhibai.
"Okay, okay, I'll go rest."
After a busy day, Xia Zhibai washed up and sat on the bed. He opened a barrier talisman, sat cross-legged in meditation, and carefully felt the merit he had just received.
Killing the Viper gave her ten spiritual power points, but she consumed more than ten...
“It’s not worth it.”
She sighed and shook her head.
"Where do those ghosts that appear in the school come from?"
Xia Zhibai shook her head helplessly again. She always felt that she was taking on more and more work, but her spiritual power had never remained stable at 50!
Having saved so many ghosts today, her spiritual power was barely maintained at fifty.
She wanted to open the Ghost Gate tomorrow and send all the ghosts away, so that she could find out if something happened in the underworld.
How come there are so many ghosts in the human world?
As I was thinking, I fell asleep without realizing it.
Ma Shu and Zhang Jinglun were both awake, staring at each other.
"She's really too strong. Junior Sister, are you sure that will keep her from getting out in a few days?"
"If she can get out, it depends on whether she has the luck to survive." Ma Shu sneered, her voice full of resentment and resentment: "She damaged the paper figurine that Junior Brother Zhang gave me. I will definitely not let her off easily."
The paper figure of Xu Yue was almost completed, but it was destroyed by her.
It is difficult to find a new donor, and she also has to spend her energy to take care of Xu Yue.
"You have to be careful, Master should be back in a few days."
"Well, Senior Brother, go to that place and take a look. I'll go and urge Xia Rouxin."
Ma Shu raised the phone in her hand and saw the message from Xia Rouxin, but she didn't reply.
But it’s not too late to go back now.
"Have you really decided to bring your sister to the variety show?"
As soon as the message was sent, Xia Rouxin, who couldn't sleep, saw it immediately.
She looked at the message sent by Ma Shu over and over again, and then thought that Xia Zhibai really could catch ghosts and was a very mysterious person, and she felt scared.
"It seems she really does."
"That would be great if she could. I heard that the live-action escape room show Director Zhang is filming has a lot of horror elements. If I really encounter those things, I can ask her to deal with them."
Ma Shu noticed that Xia Rouxin was about to back down, so she snorted and quickly typed out a string of words: "If something really happens, she will take action to deal with it. By then, her popularity will also rise, which is equivalent to letting everyone outside know her."
Xia Rouxin was still hesitant at first, but then she thought that if there really was that thing in there, she couldn't blame others if something happened to her.
After all, she is called a master outside. If she can't even pass a game, then she is not good enough.
Thinking of this, Xia Rouxin nodded and typed it over: "Okay."
After receiving her response, a hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Ma Shu's lips. The only people who would do such a thing and make people defenseless are family members.
Even if something happens, they won’t be held responsible.
It was Xia Zhibai who ruined their plans and killed her two junior brothers.
She must avenge this grudge!
At this moment, the master they were talking about was behind a stone wall, with his hands clasped together and his head lowered with a pious look on his face.
"Your Majesty, the viper is dead."
"Useless thing." A low, disdainful voice came from behind the wall. "What a lowly thing! He wasted the good things I prepared for him."
Xie Yuanhua's legs trembled as he listened, and his head drooped even lower. He quickly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
"Have you collected all the ghosts that were released on Ghost Festival?"
The man's low voice was filled with a chilling chill that made one's scalp creep and even their heads go blank.
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