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

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

Looking at the talisman that Lin Yingda pasted on the old corpse, and then looking at the talisman he used on weekdays, Shang Yan suddenly felt shabby in his heart.

I have to say that the materials I use are too cheap.

That day in the Ghost Cave, when Shang Yan was pulled to the ground by the Devil, he used a peace charm with his own blood.

Obviously, the power of that peace talisman at that time was definitely much greater than the power of Shang Yan's drawing talisman on white paper.

So Shang Yan couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart, is it true that the quality of the materials used to draw the talisman will affect the power of the talisman?

After all, in many film and television masterpieces, the materials used in those Taoist long 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 materials he used.

Now seeing Lin Yingda showing a hand in front of him to draw talismans on the spot, Shang Yan's heart couldn't help but become active.

Obviously, Lin Yingda also relies on talismans to eat, so you can ask him to buy materials!

"Uncle, can you sell me some of this talisman material?"

Facing Shang Yan's inquiry, Lin Yingda was stunned for a moment, yellow paper and cinnabar are not difficult things to get, if you really want to buy them, you can still find people who specialize in selling these if you go to Wencheng and ask casually.

However, Lin Yingda didn't know that Shang Yan had only been in contact with this industry for a few days, and many ways had not yet been figured out.

For Lin Yingda, Shang Yan's trade request was not something he could refuse, anyway, yellow paper and cinnabar were not difficult things to buy, so he nodded and agreed.

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

"I haven't used this hiking bag since I bought it, and it's a waste to keep it going, so I'll give it to you."

Seeing that Shang Yan was holding a spirit card again, holding a bunch of talisman materials, and bringing another 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 reach Shang Yan's shoulder to his buttocks, and the amount of content can be said to be very large.

"Thank you, uncle."

This mountaineering bag saved Shang Yan's urgent need, otherwise with his own words, it is estimated that it will be difficult to bring all the things back to the old mansion.

Putting the spirit card, yellow paper, and cinnabar into the mountaineering bag, Shang Yan instantly felt a lot more relaxed, which made it convenient for him to hold the little crow that had been struggling all the time.

"You must be careful on the way back, that old white cat was interrupted by us to borrow the corpse to return the soul, and he will definitely resent us in his heart, I am okay in Yizhuang, this is my territory, it can't move me, but after you leave here, you will be alone, be careful of the revenge of the old white cat, these guys are very careful."

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

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

It seems that you are the only one who destroys the old white cat's method of resurrecting the soul by borrowing the corpse, right? I didn't make a move.

But now it's useless to talk about so much, since things have happened, then you can only face it calmly, anyway, those who can eat this bowl of rice usually have their own special means.

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

……

In the dead of night, there was only one or two hours left until dawn, and since the old corpse had been confessed, Shang Yan had nothing to do, and he didn't have to worry about scaring others, so naturally he didn't have to follow the mountain road he came to return to Dongmu Town.

He walked directly into Guolianggou Village, planning to go to Liu Zhuangshi's house to stay overnight until dawn, and then ask Liu Zhuang to use the three-wheeled truck of Lao Huang's family to send him to Dongmu Town.

In this way, tonight's trip to drive out the corpses can be regarded as an official and successful end.

The village of Guolianggou was silent and pitch black, and even the dogs raised by the people in the village were sleeping.

Shang Yan found the door of Liu Zhuangshi's house with a familiar car, and directly reached out and knocked on the door.

Shang Yan has an advantage, that is, he remembers the route very quickly, basically you take him to any place he is not familiar with, only need to walk once, Shang Yan can completely remember the route to that place.

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

In the middle of the night, Liu Zhuangshi and his family must have fallen into a deep sleep, and it is really unkind to disturb other people's dreams at this time.

But Shang Yan had no other way, after all, there was still an hour or two before dawn, and he couldn't be allowed to wander around on the village road in Guolianggou Village during this time.

If any villager who goes to the toilet at night sees it, it must not be regarded as a ghost or a thief.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

Soon, under Shang Yan's knocking, a light suddenly lit up in a room on the second floor of the small building in the courtyard.

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

Looking at the appearance, it is Liu Zhuangshi.

"Who?" Being woken up like this in the middle of the morning made even the Buddha angry, and Liu Zhuangshi was naturally no exception.

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

As soon as Liu Zhuangshi heard Shang Yan's voice, the anger in his heart immediately dissipated.

Who is Shang Yan?

The grandson of Master Shang is young and promising.

His son's savior, his kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

It was reasonable that he couldn't be angry with Shang Yan, so Liu Zhuangshi's face immediately turned into a smile, and he happily walked over and opened the door for Shang Yan.

"Shang Yan, why did you come to Guolianggou Village so late? Something is wrong. Seeing Shang Yan dressed as a backpacker, Liu Zhuangshi couldn't help but rub his eyes and asked.

"It's nothing, a little thing has been solved, it's just that I don't want to walk back at night, so I want to come to Uncle Liu to rest here, I'm sorry to disturb you Uncle Liu."

"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't thanked you properly for saving Xiaobao, come in, I still have your room, you can go and sleep now." Liu Zhuangshi immediately said enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu." Shang Yan nodded gratefully, and then walked into the courtyard.

But at this time, Shang Yan's afterglow suddenly saw a white shadow in the night, and he subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a white cat standing on his legs not far away, staring at him.

His eyes glowed green.