He twirled the talisman between his fingertips and stuck it onto the cold earthen wall.
Separating syllables.
It's simple, but it gives you peace of mind.
Only when the yellow paper talisman was firmly affixed did Zhou Quan seem to have his last bit of strength drained away, and he relaxed completely.
He looked at An Sanchuan, his neck turning red with excitement, his voice trembling.
"Mr. An...you've finally arrived!"
An Sanchuan raised his hand, stopping him from saying anything more.
His voice was flat, like a stone whose edges had been smoothed, revealing a sense of exhaustion from being drained.
Call me Sanchuan.
"Yes, yes!" Zhou Quan didn't expect the "sir" to be so easy to talk to, and he quickly nodded and bowed.
He dared not say another word and turned to go into the kitchen on the right.
Beneath the cold stove, he groped around and moved a loose stone slab, revealing a dark hole.
A musty, earthy smell wafted over me.
He dragged a heavy wooden box out of the hole; the corners of the box were worn smooth.
He pulled the key from around his neck, his hands trembling, and tried several times before finally opening the lock.
“Clatter.”
Inside the box lay something wrapped tightly in oilcloth.
Zhou Quan carried the oilcloth package as if it were a sacred object, quickly returned to the main room, and gently placed it on the old eight-immortal table.
Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, he first took out a scroll from it.
The edges of the scroll were frayed, and its color had become dark and glossy from years of handling.
Then he took out another brand new scroll.
He pushed the two scrolls side by side on the table and slowly unfurled them.
Two identical mountain range maps appeared before my eyes.
The map was drawn in great detail, with undulating mountains and crisscrossing ravines, which was the continuous mountain range behind Jixiang Brigade.
The new map is a copy of the old one, but it has more than a dozen points marked in red, and a heavy circle drawn in blue at the deepest part of the map.
An Sanchuan's gaze swept over the red dots on the outside, and finally, he stretched out his finger and placed it on the blue circle.
My fingertips were icy cold, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
"Is there anything unusual here?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Zhou Quan's breathing quickened suddenly, and he leaned closer and whispered, "Not yet. But the outer formation is almost complete, and the energy leaking from the dragon vein is gradually decreasing... I'm afraid, I'm afraid it will attract the other side's attention."
An Sanchuan's lips twitched slightly, but it wasn't a smile; it was more like a self-deprecating laugh.
Notice?
It's more than just attention.
He wouldn't be here if he wasn't already being watched.
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