Ning Shu didn’t know if she could use the Mt. Mao technique in this plane and whether drawing talismans would work or not.
The laws of each plane were different. She hadn’t seen a single ghost here, while the last plane had ghosts everywhere.
A little spiritual light shown on the talisman. Ning Shu held a cinnabar brush in her hand and drew the talisman on the yellow paper.
Ning Shu failed in her first attempt, followed by several more failures in a row.
Could it be that she couldn’t draw talismans in this plane, or was it because the Mt. Mao technique was doing so poorly that she couldn’t even get a bit of clan luck?
Ning Shu put down the cinnabar brush. Since she had failed to draw even after several tries, she had to think of other ways.
After pondering for a long time, Ning Shu set up the Spirit Gathering Formation to see if she could draw the talisman in an environment with more spiritual energy.
Once the Spirit Gathering Formation started functioning, Ning Shu picked up the cinnabar pen, the tip of which moved around on the yellow paper. She finally drew a talisman before the Spirit Gathering Formation ran out of steam.
Ning Shu, who had finished drawing the talisman, was sweating profusely. She had the feeling that her body had been emptied.
It wasn’t this hard when she was a Daoist priest. The talismans were even thrown around for fun.
This plane was indeed heavily suppressed.
After a successful talisman, Ning Shu rested for a while. She then took out the medicinal powder she had prepared earlier and Xi Mucheng’s and Shi Sinan’s hair. She rolled the strands together and used a lighter to burn them.
The hair made a snuffling sound and gave off a smell of burnt protein. Ning Shu put the ashes of the burnt hair into the medicinal powder.
She then held the talisman paper in her hand and chanted the incantation. The talisman paper fiercely burst into fire. Just as it was about to burn out, Ning Shu threw the talisman paper into the medicinal powder.
After doing this, she was so tired that she almost hung out her tongue. Truly exhausted.
Ning Shu packed up the powdered medicine, which was specially prepared for Xi Mucheng and Shi Sinan.
No matter what, she was considered Xi Mucheng’s mother-in-law, so she must send her son-in-law a little something good.
I wish you two good fortune and harmony.
The same day Shi Sinan came home to recover from her injuries, Xi Mucheng also returned.
Because of the clubhouse incident, Xi Mucheng’s face was cold, and he exuded an air of being a stranger.
In any case, he was irritated, very irritated.
Xi Mucheng narrowed his eyes when he saw Ning Shu. His gaze was deep and profound. It was unknown what he was pondering, but it made his eyes seem creepy.
It was a scheming look.
When Xi Mucheng and Ning Shu brushed past each other, he sneered in a low voice. Although the volume was small, it was loud enough for Ning Shu to hear. “Don’t get too happy too soon.”
As Xi Mucheng went upstairs to Shi Sinan’s room, Ning Shu turned around to look at his back.
She was indeed not happy. The clubhouse was just the tip of the iceberg for Xi Mucheng.
Old man, a man like Xi Mucheng wouldn’t live peacefully with the Shi family at all.
Ning Shu followed him upstairs. She passed by Shi Sinan’s room and saw Xi Mucheng sitting on the edge of the bed. He was talking to Shi Sinan.
Though her face was bandaged, Shi Sinan’s eyes were imploring, shy, and happy.
Ning Shu shook her head and returned to her bedroom. She took out the powdered medicine while laughing a little.
After Xi Mucheng said a couple of words to Shi Sinan, he drove away from the villa.
When he left, Ning Shu went to the kitchen and saw a chicken stewing in the earthenware pot. She tossed the medicinal powder in the pot.
After stirring a bit with a spoon, she ladled out a bowl of chicken soup for Shi Sinan.
Ning Shu carried the chicken soup to Shi Sinan’s room.
Because of the severe injury to her nose, the area around Shi Sinan’s eyes was purple and swollen.
