Meeting with the Peach Talisman Again

“Do you have any thoughts, Wanwan?”

Xia Zhihuai reached out and gently touched Wanwan’s head, smoothing down the stray hairs standing on top.

Wanwan extended her right hand towards Fan Yulei, her chubby fingers spread open: “I want to see a protective talisman.”

Fan Yulei handed her the crumpled talisman paper he held in his hand.

As Wanwan unfolded it, she noticed that the cinnabar in the center of the talisman had faded, and there was even a small hole in the middle. She looked up at Fan Yulei and said, “It’s a fierce ghost.”

“It’s probably not meant to be lethal.”

The strength of that female ghost was not weak, so the protective talisman had only been used once and was now almost ineffective.

Wanwan crushed the talisman paper in her hand and looked at the weary Fan Yulei. She took out a peach talisman from her pocket.