The candlelight was faint and flickering unstably.
Yuan Qu and Zheng Hebei lay bare on the coffin boards while Chen Fagui, with a brush dipped in cinnabar ink, drew swift and powerful strokes upon their bodies.
One after another, bizarre talismans appeared.
Every time a talisman was drawn, Chen Fagui was sure to seal it with a spell to drive out evil.
Inside the ancient tomb, the atmosphere was already saturated with a gloomy Yin Qi, and with each completed talisman, a chill enveloped them, unsettling the two men's hearts.
Finally, Zheng Hebei could not hold back and asked, "Master Chen, are you sure there's no problem with this method..."
"Both of you, rest assured."
Chen Fagui shook his head and said, "You can see that I am not skilled in martial arts. If I intend to go to Chaotic Burial Mound to seize the treasure, your help is indispensable, so why would I act recklessly?"