"How's the Taoist priest doing? Hit—ah, Fu?!"
"Look at the talisman, uh...Senior?!"
In the room, the two silly heads topped with soup pots and frying pans wore faces of shock...and delight.
I peeled off the yellow paper from my forehead to check, the crimson bloodstain hadn't completely dried yet, and the crooked blood symbols were even more shoddy than before.
I shook the yellow paper and said to Shunfeng, who had tissues stuffed in his nostrils: "123 wooden statues?"
Shunfeng chuckled: "It means 'don't move,' simple, right?"
"If your master saw this talisman, I'm sure he'd come back from heaven to settle accounts with you." I crumpled the yellow talisman paper into a ball and threw it away, worried about the future of these two kids. Talisman use isn't something to be played with; they're basically 'playing' with their lives, one daring to draw and the other daring to believe.
"No, no, no, he's ascended and shouldn't be troubled with worldly affairs anymore."
