Faced with Yang Sheng's probing question, Chen You paused for a moment, then sneered:
"Innocent!
Do you think Maoshan magic is so easy to learn?
Moreover, you are destined to be cursed, making you prone to attracting extremely yin and evil spirits.
After learning Maoshan magic, spiritual energy gathers, making them more likely to become targets of ghosts and spirits.
I advise you to resign as soon as possible, otherwise you might not survive seven days.
Chen You didn't agree, so Yang Sheng didn't press the matter.
After all, that was a secret technique of their sect; how could they possibly teach it to me so easily?
So Yang Sheng stood up and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer, Brother You. But I won't resign. Even if I were to resign, I'd have to live for seven more days before I do."
Just as Yang Sheng turned around, Chen You suddenly said, "Wait."
Yang Sheng turned around, but Chen You tore a page from the bill and drew a talisman on it with soy sauce.
The moment the talisman was drawn, Yang Sheng could clearly sense a surge of spiritual energy gathering on the bill.
"The Taoist arts of Maoshan are not something that anyone can learn. It's not that I don't want to teach them, but that I dare not teach them indiscriminately."
Although you are very skilled, more than capable of being a double-flower red stick in a gang, you may not be suitable to be a Taoist priest.
Moreover, I can see that you have many secrets, and it seems that you are protected by auspicious spirits and possessed by a spirit.
I have no interest in gossiping about your origins or your secrets. Take this talisman first; it can be activated with blood when necessary.
"Learning Maoshan magic can wait until you survive tonight."
Yang Sheng took the talisman, waved his hand and said, "Thanks, Brother You."
Yang Sheng took the talisman and glanced at it; the explanation given on it was very simple.
"Exorcising evil: Maoshan talismans can suppress ghosts and evil spirits, and their power depends on the user's spiritual energy."
Yang Sheng had a sense of spiritual energy after obtaining the Spirit Seal of Borrowing Law, but he didn't know how to describe it or define its magnitude.
After all, it's not about the power of a fist, so there's a more intuitive understanding of it.
However, since I have obtained the Spirit Seal of Borrowing Law, there should be no problem using this talisman.
During the day, the Golden Cloud Building only felt somewhat gloomy, but it didn't have that eerie feeling.
Yang Sheng checked each floor, but couldn't get inside, and he wasn't sure what was going on inside.
Furthermore, the door covered with talismans that Shuibo had seen when he led Yang Sheng on patrol that day also made Yang Sheng feel a sinister aura emanating from it.
This was something Yang Sheng hadn't discovered before obtaining the Spirit Seal of Borrowing the Law.
Of course, Yang Sheng did not rashly tear open the talisman to examine what was inside.
He's not one of those idiotic characters in horror movies who gets carried away by curiosity and recklessly researches everything.
During the daytime, Yang Sheng went to wander around the Jinxiao Building, but he didn't find anything.
This world seemed to consist only of a few buildings around the Golden Sky Tower, with the rest shrouded in mist. Yang Sheng himself was unable to enter the mist, as if an invisible force was blocking him.
Moreover, apart from the Golden Cloud Building, Yang Sheng was unable to enter the other buildings, as if they were just background backdrops for the Golden Cloud Building.
Yang Sheng was still waiting at an intersection, wanting to follow the others out or ask them if they could see the fog.
But as soon as Yang Sheng had this thought, time seemed to stand still, rendering him unable to move.
He will only return to normal once he lets go of this idea.
This time, Yang Sheng finally understood. These must be the rules, the rules that this world had set for itself.
It seems there's no shortcut I can take except to complete the task honestly and leave.
Having figured this out, Yang Sheng put the talisman in his pocket and obediently waited for his night patrol.
The following night, Yang Sheng picked up a flashlight and stepped into the dark corridor as usual.
Mrs. He on the second floor, along with the ghost baby, was killed. This time, the entire second floor was calm and quiet, except for the usual coldness and gloom, and there was no unusual activity.
As I walked up the stairs to the third floor, the elevator rang, and a young woman with a voluptuous figure and heavy makeup stepped out.
The woman was alluring, wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam that accentuated her curves. She walked with a swaying gait, reeking of alcohol, as if she had just returned from a nightclub.
Upon seeing Yang Sheng, the woman patted her ample chest with a grin and said, "You startled me! You must be the new security guard."
You can call me Mrs. Pan. I often work the night shift and get home late at night, and my deadbeat husband never comes to pick me up.
How about this: from now on, when you work the night shift, you'll be in charge of picking me up from school and taking me home.
In return, I'll make you very comfortable, okay?
As she spoke, Mrs. Pan laughed lasciviously as she moved closer to Yang Sheng, pressing herself against his chest, the pungent scent of her perfume instantly filling Yang Sheng's nostrils.
Yang Sheng's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "You've even added the attribute of a wife to yourself. You really understand men's minds."
But did you know that people naturally develop a certain smell as they get older?
That old-age smell is something you can't hide no matter how much perfume you use.
"Auntie, or rather, an old lady?"
Mrs. Pan, who was close to Yang Sheng, suddenly changed her expression. Ten sharp bone spurs, swirling with a sinister black mist, appeared on the fingers that were wrapped around Yang Sheng's back.
But at that moment, Yang Sheng had already activated his blood oath and kicked Mrs. Pan hard in the abdomen, sending her flying.
But before Mrs. Pan could even hit the wall, Yang Sheng had already taken the initiative, biting his finger and taking out the talisman from his storage space.
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