For a moment, Cheng Qian seemed to have a complete book "Introduction to Talismans" in his mind. He quickly flipped through it from beginning to end. Suddenly, a short talisman suddenly entered his field of vision. Yes - the last chapter. The last chapter mentioned that talismans carved on leaves required much less power than those carved on wood, but most of them could only be used once.

The book also talks about two examples, one is for lighting, and the other one...what is the other one used for?

Cheng Qian bit the tip of his tongue hard, but the next moment he remembered that he had not finished reading the book and did not have time to find out what the second talisman was used for.

But he couldn't care less at this moment. Cheng Qian put his hands behind his back, but his eyes did not leave the male ghost in front of him. The blade in his hand was against the leaf.

As soon as the blade touched the leaf, Cheng Qian knew he had been reckless. Even though it was just a leaf, to him it was no different from a toddler who had not yet learned to stand up being forced to run.

Can’t break…can’t stop…can’t stop…

Cheng Qian's face turned visibly pale. He felt like he was almost sucked into a mummy by the carving knife in his hand, and his internal organs were all pulled onto the fatal leaf. But this was the only chance for him and Han Yuan.

I don’t know if it was the crisis that stimulated his potential, but Cheng Qian’s first talisman in his life was successfully completed without any danger. At that moment, some extremely mysterious power was transmitted to him through the leaf in his hand, but he was no longer in the mood to feel it.

Cheng Qian swayed all over and almost lost his balance. All the meridians in his body felt as painful as if they were being pricked by needles.

Han Yuan grabbed his arm and said, "Xiao Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian gritted his teeth, took two deep breaths, and slapped him away: "Go back to find Master."

Han Yuan was stunned: "What?"

Cheng Qian: “Let’s go!”

The male ghost suddenly took a few steps forward. Cheng Qian pinched the leaf that had turned into a talisman between his fingers, held it across his chest, and shouted, "Stop!"

There was a faint fluorescent light coming from the leaf. Maybe it was because it was Cheng Qian's first attempt and he didn't do it right, so the talisman seemed incomplete - it was half lit and half dark.

The male ghost's gaze fell on the leaves, and for a moment his expression actually became somewhat clear. His lifeless eyes moved slightly, and his pale, cracked lips moved, and he said in an almost inaudible voice: "Qingxin...Qingxin Talisman..."

Cheng Qian's legs went weak and he almost fell down.

He really shouldn't have been so optimistic. Could an entry-level talisman carved on a leaf have any killing moves like "a thousand arrows piercing the heart" or "burning the camps"?

Cheng Qian felt bitter in his mouth. It seemed that the light was not as useful as the one for lighting.

The male ghost looked at the Qingxin Talisman and couldn't help but take another step forward. Cheng Qian had no way to retreat, so he had to take out the wooden sword on his body. His robe was soaked with cold sweat, and he was almost shaking like a sieve due to exhaustion, but the tip of the sword in his hand was pointing at the other party motionlessly.

The male ghost came back to his senses and said, "I... I'm not a bad person, kid..."

This ghost seemed to have not spoken for eight hundred years. His voice was very rough and stuttering, and he looked a little pitiful. However, Cheng Qian was not the type to pity strangers easily. He was not moved at all and just said to Han Yuan behind him: "I told you to get out of here quickly. Go back to find Master and don't get in the way here!"

Han Yuan looked at his junior brother's stubborn back helplessly: "Xiao Qian, he said he is not..."

Cheng Qian could no longer bear it and said, "Shut up, you are just ignorant, he is a demon cultivator who practices the way of ghosts!"

The words "demon cultivator" successfully intimidated Han Yuan. He stayed there for a moment, his face was shocked at first, then blank, and finally revealed panic and fear without disguising. He just yelled and turned and ran.

Cheng Qian involuntarily straightened his back a little more, and he didn't know what to feel for a moment - he was upset that Han Yuan was here, and when Han Yuan ran away, he felt as if his heart was stabbed with an ice pick, cold and painful.

But before he could suppress his unhappiness, he heard stumbling footsteps behind him. Cheng Qian turned his head and saw that the little beggar had come back again.

Han Yuan not only ran back by himself, but also found a large stone from somewhere, raised his hands above his head, and made a fierce look as if he was ready to chop someone's head off. He asked the male ghost with a straight face, "You...you are actually a demon cultivator?"

Cheng Qian was immediately convinced - what's the point of picking up stones? Have you ever heard of a ghost being killed by a stone?

"I'm not a demon cultivator." At this moment, the male ghost spoke, and he said, "I... I'm just a ghost..."

"Ghost shadow" refers to the soul that is sucked alive into the Soul-Devouring Lamp to be refined. After refining, it has no consciousness and can only be used by ghost cultivators.

"I... escaped, I'm not a demon cultivator," the male ghost's incoherent voice gradually became fluent. He looked at Cheng Qian and said politely, "Little brother, can you give me the Qingxin Talisman?"

Cheng Qian sneered, "Nonsense, the ghosts are all virgins, are you a virgin?"

The male ghost looks like he could be the virgin's father.

The male ghost was stunned, his eyes moved from the Qingxin Talisman to Cheng Qian and the wooden sword in his hand. He was silent for a long time, as if recalling something, his face looked a little confused, and after a while, he said: "Wooden Sword... You are a disciple of the Fuyao Sect, no wonder you are so young... You don't know that the ghosts refined by the Soul Devouring Lamp are the best cultivators' primordial spirits, the next best cultivators' souls, and the third best uncultivated virgins. It's just that the latter are the easiest to catch and refine."

Han Yuan asked: "Then what are you?"

The male ghost showed a painful look on his face and whispered, "Soul."

As he spoke, he saw Cheng Qian's defensive and unbelieving expression, so he bent down and picked up the stone that Han Yuan had just thrown at him.

Cheng Qian's pupils shrank. He knew that ordinary souls could not touch physical objects. Since this person could pick up the stone, it proved that he was indeed a spirit.

But... only powerful seniors can have a primordial spirit, and according to his observation, even his master probably doesn't have one.

Cheng Qian stood there stiffly for a moment, and finally put down the wooden sword dejectedly. Even if he had no self-awareness, he knew that no matter what the other party said was true or false, he had no room for struggle in front of a Yuanshen cultivator.

"I am Tang Zhen from Mulan Mountain. Speaking of which... I have met your master once before," the male ghost said, his expression slightly dazed again. "A hundred years ago, I was ambushed by that demonic leader, and my soul fell into the Soul Devouring Lamp. Fortunately, it was not completely refined, and I escaped by chance. However, due to a hundred years of imprisonment, I lost my mind and almost forgot my name... Fortunately, little brother has this Qingxin Talisman in his hand. Can you... give it to me?"

Cheng Qian thought for a moment, put the leaf on the ground, and then cautiously held Han Yuan and stepped back a dozen steps. A flash of joy flashed across the male ghost's face, and he immediately reached out and took the leaf in his hand. The leaf's fluorescence suddenly became stronger, and in an instant it turned into a ball of white light and penetrated into the male ghost's body. The ghostly blood and stench on his body dissipated a lot in an instant, and the whole person was not so pale anymore.

The male ghost who called himself Tang Zhen took a deep breath, bowed to Cheng Qian and Han Yuan, and said, "I am very grateful for your kindness. Please give my regards to your master. The demon leader Jiang Peng has some connection with your sect. Please ask him to be careful."

After saying this, he disappeared into thin air, as if he had never existed.

"What does that mean?" After the others disappeared for a long time, Han Yuan asked in confusion, "Xiao Qian, what does he mean?"

Cheng Qian didn't answer. His eyes went dark and he fell softly to the ground.

Han Yuan was startled and hurriedly caught him: "Xiao Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Qian's ears were buzzing, his hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't muster any strength. He could only let Han Yuan, who had strong limbs but a simple mind, clumsily carry him on his back.

The culprit was still carrying him on his back while running and mumbling: "Say something to me, Xiao Qian? Junior Brother?"

Cheng Qian felt so dizzy that he almost vomited. His fingers twitched and grasped Han Yuan's clothes. Then he uttered a sentence with all his strength: "I must tell Master when I go back. Han Yuan, you are dead."