The black fruit is not the size of an ordinary grape, and it is far more precious than the fruit of the human world. It is so precious that in the book that Chen Qingqiu has read, he directly calls this kind of thing "Zhenguo".

Zhenguo, a small amount of plant-based monsters may only have a few hundred years ago, gathering their purest spiritual power, and it is a good thing they treasure to replenish their demonic power. For humans, it is more like the legendary elixir of a hundred tests.

Since ancient times, the plant demon clan has been hunted down and killed by humans because they have this kind of treasure that humans can use.

The fruit was still fragrant in Chen Qingqiu's hands, and her mind followed the fragrance back to that night.

Yang Ying, Hong Ying, Yang Ying...... Lose your marbles...... Zhenguo ......

Chen Qingqiu looked at the black fruit in his hand in a daze, and the smile on his face couldn't help but grow.

The ringing of her mobile phone interrupted her stupid laughter, and she hurriedly wrapped the fruit back in her hand, and the word "uncle" danced on the screen.

"Hey...... What the? You want me to make more incendiary talismans, uncle, I don't have enough talisman paper......"

It was a distant uncle of Chen Qingqiu who called, and he took care of her a lot on weekdays - taking care of business. Chen Zidan is a small official in the special office, and the people in the office are all demon exterminators who are more powerful than Chen Qingqiu.

Chen Zidan took advantage of his position on weekdays to buy some talismans from Chen Qingqiu that required fine work to draw, so that this distant niece could earn more money.

The Incendiary Charm only has a repellent effect on monsters, and will not cause more damage. In the past, only on the days of the full moon and the first day of the Lunar New Year, the special office would purchase incendiary charms. At this time, why do you want a large number of burning charms?

Chen Qingqiu knew very little about this mysterious special place. Deliveries are usually in a dilapidated park, and the dragon is nowhere to be seen. Chen Qingqiu didn't know if there was such an institution anywhere else. Compared with the demon master in the institute, Chen Qingqiu is a wild man.

This delivery turned out to be not a broken park, but changed to the gate of the marriage temple at the foot of Kunshan.

How could it be so coincidental...... At the gate of the Marriage Temple that night?

The runes on the burning talisman are full of forty-nine lines, and the cinnabar makes a mistake on the paper, and the whole sheet is wasted. This kind of work, which is difficult for others, is easy for Chen Qingqiu, who has been very attentive since she was a child.

The sun outside the hospital was just right, the breeze blew the curtains slightly, and the occasional hurried footsteps in the corridor would not disturb Chen Qingqiu, who was drawing talismans.

In her hand, she had a small wolf pen, densely engraved with runes, polished smooth and warm by the long years. The gray tip of the pen touches the vermilion, and the road is quickly broken on the paper, and it is smooth.

By the time she completed the amount requested by Chen Zidan, it was only getting late. Tsai carefully folded the talisman paper, put it in his bag, and walked out of the hospital.

There were already a few stars scattered in the sky outside.

"Whew-"

Stretching his muscles, Chen Qingqiu patted his bag, thinking that there was another large amount of money coming in, and he suddenly felt happy, even the wind blew at night, and the ice cream stall on the side of the road was also pleasing to the eye.

She was not short of the sweetness of ice cream when she was a child, and the old man put her around her neck and her gentle mother stood by her side......

There was a tall man standing at the stall, and Chen Qingqiu thought he had already bought it, so he went around and asked for a chocolate ice cream.

"Let it go, don't get in the way if you don't buy it."

The boss turned around the corner from the stall and handed out a brown and black ice cream, and Chen Qingqiu took it while looking at the man beside him.

He was dressed in white silk clothes, with a slender figure and a very delicate appearance, with a tear mole in the corner of his eye.

As if sensing Chen Qingqiu's gaze, he turned around, his eyes were as dark as lacquer.