"Hey, do you guys know? I heard from a senior in the student organization today that a senior used to live on this floor, and he wore a pair of won’s high heels before jumping out of the building..."
Li Zhiyuan picked up the whip and laid it on Tan Wenbin’s hand, causing the girl to imdiately retract her hand in fright.
"Alright."
As soon as Tan Wenbin heard this, he also quickly withdrew his arm, then tried to warm up his frozen numb hand inside his clothes with his body temperature but imdiately "Ouch, ouch, ouch" pulled it back out, as it was too cold for even his body to handle.
"Brother Binbin, apply the black dog blood."
This symptom was only an "illusion"; the girl had no physical body, so how could she possibly freeze soone’s hand.
Tan Wenbin imdiately reached for his pocket, then showed an embarrassed look – his box of seal paste had just fallen to the ground and scattered, it wouldn’t do to ask Xiao Hei for so blood on the spot.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, my seal paste..."
Li Zhiyuan inserted his left hand into his pocket, pressed his index finger into the seal paste, then pulled it out and drew a talisman on the back of Tan Wenbin’s hand.
"Ssss... Comfortable~"
The hand, which felt frozen solid, imdiately thawed, and the sensation was as delightful as being amidst the singing of birds and fragrant flowers.
Tan Wenbin staggered backward repeatedly, finally sitting on the ground with a plop, yet his face still wore a smile.
This was a severe reversal of senses, forming an illusory experience of feeling ecstatic and transcendent.
If it were himself writing with the pen, he would only feel a slight coolness on the back of his hand, but the sa level of sensation could feel drastically different to different people.
But who’s to bla when the girl didn’t dare to hold her hand? At this ti, only Binbin could step in.
In so strange and supernatural stories, old Taoist priests and monks always have a young apprentice with them. According to the lines of discipleship, obviously, spanning several generations, there’s no need for themselves to personally ntor a young disciple.
The main reason is that so techniques and magic are inconvenient for those with profound Daoist cultivation and strong will to use themselves.
For instance, "inviting the gods" that appears in various schools of taphysics, the higher the Daoist cultivation, the less likely it is to successfully invite gods, because the beings that are invited also fear being consud or captured by you. On the contrary, those who have just entered the door of Daoist practice and possess comparatively good physical health are more likely to successfully invite gods.
Tan Wenbin finally ca to his senses and stood up.
"Brother Binbin, how are you feeling?"
"It’s alright, I’ve recovered." Tan Wenbin said seriously, it wouldn’t do to admit that he just felt quite good a mont ago.
"Mhm."
"What did you just write?" Although he held the pen, he really hadn’t had the chance to clearly see the intricate details of what was written.
Li Zhiyuan briefly summarized the content, after which Tan Wenbin said: "Then it’s confird that they planned an attack against us, we will stick to the original plan, tomorrow night at the General Temple, we demand an explanation!"
"They acted with the intent to take Brother Runsheng’s life, they didn’t ask us for an explanation."
Upon hearing this, Tan Wenbin swallowed hard and imdiately nodded vigorously, clenching his fists at the sa ti:
"Right, we’ll kill them!"
Once the big brother sets the tone, the younger brothers can only raise the stakes, not lower them.
Tan Wenbin still rembered the sight of the dwarf father and son’s dismbered bodies floating in the river that day, and even more so, the resolute way Yuanzi had blinded himself the night before to take revenge.
From then on, every call of "brother" was filled with genuine aning.
If soone really angered Yuanzi, then Yuanzi would invite them over for a al, the kind where the table was set, and no one could be found to sit and eat.
But no matter what, following such a boss really doesn’t feel stifled at all.
Li Zhiyuan looked at the girl on the desk and said, "Are your bones nearby?"
The girl nodded her head.
"When I graduate from this school, I will help you find your bones and help you to be liberated. During this ti, you keep it quiet and behave, or else I will directly suppress you to accumulate rit."
The girl nodded again.
Li Zhiyuan picked up the teacup on the table, looked inside, and found it was empty; Tan Wenbin had just finished drinking the water.
"Oh, there is more!" Tan Wenbin imdiately took the hot water bottle to fill it up.
Li Zhiyuan touched the rim of the cup with his fingertips, hesitated for a mont, but then shook his head: "Brother Binbin, get so cold water."
"Alright, brother, you wait."
Tan Wenbin took the cup away, spilled out the hot water, then he went outside to fetch the cold water and ca back, putting it into the young man’s hands.
Afterward, Binbin stood by carefully observing.
He had always enjoyed watching Yuanzi perform magic, whether he could learn it himself was a different matter, but he could dream about wielding these skills with grace and flair before going to sleep at night.
The young man continuously dipped his fingertips into the cup and flicked water droplets at the girl.
Yin Family’s Twelve Techniques: Water Prison Seal.
That night on Fengdu Ghost Street, when Yin Fuhai taught Li Zhiyuan this technique, he described it as useful in fending off evil spirits by creating one’s own "ground prison," ensuring temporary safety.
So, another reason why Li Zhiyuan hasn’t been going down to the Grandmaster’s house basent to read books over the past six months is that he had learned the Yin Family’s Twelve Techniques twice.
In terms of the scope of magic, the Yin Family’s Twelve Techniques were definitely not inferior to the secretive arts of the Qin and Liu families, but the forr had been "simplified" into a children’s version by the descendants.
Every droplet that hit the girl made her scream as though a normal person were doused with molten iron.
But with a fierce glare from Li Zhiyuan, the girl didn’t dare scream again.
Gradually, water began to seep out from the girl’s skin, like spiderweb patterns.
Finally, Li Zhiyuan poured the remaining water in the cup all over the girl, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Right when she was about to scream, she was silenced with a finger point to her forehead by the young man.
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