"Uncle, is this okay?" Shang Yan walked over and asked.

Lin Yingda nodded confidently: "It's okay, the impact is not big."

Looking at the talisman that Lin Yingda put on the old corpse, and looking at the talisman he used on weekdays, Shang Yan suddenly felt very shabby.

I have to say that the materials used by the talisman are too cheap.

That day, when Shang Yan was dragged to the ground by the evil ghost, he used the peace talisman once with his own blood.

It was obvious that the power of the peace talisman at that time was definitely much greater than that of Shang Yan's use of white paper to draw the talisman.

So Hu Shang Yan couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart, is the quality of the talisman material that can affect the power of the talisman?

After all, in many film and television masters, the materials used by those Taoist masters when painting talismans are yellow paper and cinnabar, which is obviously much more advanced.

However, because Shang Yan couldn't get these things, he never thought about updating the talisman drawing materials he used.

Now that she saw Lin Yingda showing off her talisman on the spot in front of her, Shang Yan couldn't help but feel active.

It is obvious that Lin Yingda also relies on talismans to make a living, so he can buy materials from him!

"Uncle, can you sell me some of these talisman materials?"

Facing Shang Yan's inquiry, Lin Yingda was stunned. Yellow paper and cinnabar were not something that was difficult to find. If you really want to buy it, you can still find someone who specializes in selling these when you go to Wencheng to ask casually.

However, Lin Yingda did not know that Shang Yan had just come into contact with this industry for a few days, and many ways had not been understood. For Lin Yingda, it may become more complicated if it is placed in Shang Yan.

For Lin Yingda, there was nothing to refuse Shang Yan's request for transactions. Anyway, yellow paper and cinnabar were not hard to buy, so he nodded and agreed.

At a very reasonable price, Shang Yan bought ten stacks of yellow paper and three kilograms of cinnabar from Lin Yingda. These materials were enough for him to draw a lot of talismans.

"I have never used this mountaineering bag since I bought it. If I continue to put it down, it will be a waste. I will give it to you."

Seeing that Shang Yan was holding a spirit card, a bunch of talisman materials, and a crow, Lin Yingda immediately took out a large-capacity mountaineering bag from the room where he lived and handed it to Shang Yan.

The length of this mountaineering bag is quite considerable, and it can be reached from Shang Yan's shoulder to his butt, and the content can be said to be very large.

"Thank you uncle."

This mountaineering bag saved Shang Yan's urgent need, otherwise it would be difficult to bring all the things back to the old house based on his own words.

Putting the spirit card, yellow paper and cinnabar into the mountaineering bag, Shang Yan felt much more relaxed in an instant, which made it easier for him to hold the little crow that had been struggling all the time.

"You must be careful on the way back. The old white cat was interrupted by us. It will definitely resent us in my heart. I am fine in the chariot. This is my territory. It can't move me, but after you leave here, you are alone. Be careful of the old white cat's revenge. These guys are very cautious."

After sending Shang Yan to the gate of Yizhuang, Lin Yingda suddenly said before closing the door.

When Shang Yan heard what he said, he was speechless.

It seems that you are the only one who destroys the old white cat's method of resurrecting the soul? I didn't take action.

But now it is useless to say so much. Since all the things have happened, we can only face them calmly. Anyway, those who can make a living usually have their own special means.

After saying goodbye to Lin Yingda, Shang Yan held the crow and walked down the mountain on the stone mountain road.

...

It was late at night and there was only one or two hours left before dawn. Since the old corpse had been handed over, Shang Yan was so light that he didn't have to worry about scaring others anymore. Naturally, he didn't have to follow the mountain road when he came back to Dongmu Town.

He walked directly into Guolianggou Village, planning to stay at Liu Zhuangshi's house until dawn, and then asked Liu Zhuangshi to use the three-wheeled truck from the old Huang family to deliver himself to Dongmu Town.

In this way, this trip tonight's corpse driving journey will officially come to an end.

Guolianggou Village is silent and pitch black, and even the dogs raised by the villagers are sleeping.

Shang Yan was familiar with the way to find Liu Zhuangshi's house and directly knocked on the door.

Shang Yan has an advantage, that is, he remembers the road very quickly. Basically, you take him to any place he was not familiar with. Just walk it once, Shang Yan can completely remember the route to that place.

Looking at the gate of Liu Zhuangshi's house, Shang Yan couldn't help feeling ashamed after knocking on the door.

At midnight at midnight, Liu Zhuangshi and his family must have fallen into deep sleep. It is really not kind to bother others at this time to disturb others' dreams.

But Shang Yan had no other way. After all, there is still one or two hours before dawn. He can't let him wander around the village road of Guolianggou Village during this period.

If this is seen by a villager who uses the night toilet, he or she will not be regarded as a ghost or a thief.

Dongdongdongdong! Dongdongdongdongdong!

Soon, under Shang Yan's knock, the lights suddenly lit up in a room on the second floor of the small building in the yard.

After a while, a man wearing a coat walked out of the small building.

It's Liu Zhuangshi's appearance.

"Who?" Even the Buddha was awakened like this in the middle of the night in the early morning. Liu Zhuangshi was no exception.

"It's me, Uncle Liu, Shang Yan, I want to come to your house for a rest." Shang Yan said embarrassedly through the courtyard gate.

When Liu Zhuangshi heard that it was Shang Yan's voice, his anger disappeared completely.

Who is Shang Yan?

Master Shang’s grandson was young and promising.

His son's savior is as graceful as a mountain.

He could not be angry with Shang Yan because of his feelings and reason, so Liu Zhuangshi immediately smiled and walked over happily and opened the door for Shang Yan.

"Shang Yan, why did you come to Guolianggou Village so late? What happened?" Seeing Shang Yan's backpacker dress, Liu Zhuangshi couldn't help but rub his eyes and asked.

"It's nothing. A small matter has been solved. I just don't want to walk back at night, so I want to come to Uncle Liu, you have a rest. I'm sorry to disturb you Uncle Liu."

"It's okay, I haven't thanked you well yet after saving Xiaobao. Come in quickly. I still have your room, so I can go to sleep now." Liu Zhuangshi said enthusiastically immediately.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu." Shang Yan nodded gratefully and was about to walk into the yard.

But at this moment, Shang Yan's light suddenly glanced at a white shadow in the night. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a white cat with upright legs staring at him not far away.

Her eyes were gloomy green.
Chapter completed!