Zhou Cheng didn't know what kind of turmoil his actions had caused to the Liu family. In fact, even if Zhou Cheng knew, he wouldn't care.

The lights in Zhou Cheng's house were still on, and through the window lattice, it was particularly conspicuous in the dark empty building.

As long as you can calm down on anything, you won't feel any time passing.

Drawing talismans is a means and a practice.

A stroke and a stroke, a tick and a stroke are all a person's understanding of the way of heaven, and it is also a kind of outline of the way of energy flow in heaven and earth.

The heart should be quiet, the god should be fixed, the pen should be stable, and the Lingtai should be extraordinarily clear. Zhou Cheng's drawing talisman is relatively simple, and there are not as many taboos as ordinary people. Because Zhou Cheng did not need to borrow the aura between heaven and earth, but used his own cultivation to infuse the talisman.

Easy is easy, but there is no room for error. If other runes are wrong, at most they can't be used, and if Zhou Cheng makes a mistake at all, there will be an aura backlash in an instant, and the runes will turn into ashes with a bang. This is not only a waste of time and materials, but also a waste of Zhou Cheng's already not very strong spiritual power in his body.

Time passed little by little, and just as Zhou Cheng was quietly drawing the talisman, a strange sound began to come from the corridor outside the room, as if it was the footsteps of people walking, and it seemed that someone was tapping on something.

It is normal for someone to walk in the corridor, but there should be no other residents in this building except Zhou Cheng. Then the source of the sound is very memorable.

Zhou Cheng frowned slightly, but the talisman pen in his hand didn't even pause. You can't stop in the middle of the drawing, you have to do it from beginning to end. If the middle is disconnected, the talisman will become a piece of waste paper.

Zhou Cheng didn't pay attention to the movement outside, but he might as well that the movement outside would come to him. Zhou Cheng saw that he was about to finish a talisman, and when he was about to put away the last stroke, suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker.

The lights are on and off, bright and dark. Zhou Cheng could block out the noise outside, but he couldn't ignore the light overhead.

"Bang!" There was a soft sound, and Zhou Cheng's talisman instantly turned into a small fireball. The black ash flew, and Zhou Cheng was unhappy, so he had to put down the talisman pen in his hand.

It's not just the lights in Zhou Cheng's room that are bright and dark, I don't know when the lights in the corridors of the entire building are turned on. It's just that the original dim light, coupled with the light and the dark, seems to have an invisible force controlling the light on and off. In this surprisingly quiet uninhabited building, it is indeed a little scary.

"Da-da-da-da. Footsteps rang out, from far to near, and then slowly faded away, making it seem very clear in the silent empty building. A figure in a black jacket, blue suit pants, and a pair of plastic slippers walked up and down the stairs and stairs, from the first floor to the third floor, and then from the third floor to the first floor.

The figure was silent, as if it couldn't even breathe, and it didn't even move its arms when it walked. And in the dim light, there were almost no human figures.

But if you get closer, you will definitely be able to recognize that the figure is exactly the same as the dead Uncle Liu.

The figure came and went several times in the empty building, and just as he was about to reach the dim staircase on the first floor, he suddenly stopped.

Because another figure appeared, standing opposite the first figure.

Black clothes and green pants, plastic slippers. Not only is he dressed exactly the same as the other side, but even the miserable white face seems to be carved out of the same way.

The footsteps in the empty building finally stopped, and the dim lights still flickered and went out. The two figures stared at each other in a daze, until one of them lowered his head slightly.

The dim light, the scattered light source reflects the shallow human figure, and if you don't know how to look closely, no one will think of this. The figure carefully distinguished—there was only a shallow and invisible shadow under the light...

"Ahh In the empty corridor, a figure rushed out of the corridor almost like a rolling belt, crying as he ran, and he didn't even know that the slippers on his feet had run off.

A gentle night breeze blew through the broken window lattices in the corridor, and the figures left in the corridor shook violently by the night breeze, as if they were about to fly.

"Taiyi Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!People are scary, scared to death!" I don't know when Zhou Chengcheng suddenly appeared next to the figure, sighed half-mockingly, half-mockingly, and then pointed his fingertips towards the figure. Just now, it seemed like a living figure, and instantly turned into a small human-shaped piece of paper and fell into Zhou Cheng's palm.

"It's almost time, I should go too!" Zhou Cheng pinched his fingers and suddenly muttered to himself. When the voice fell, Zhou Cheng's figure instantly became blurred, and then he didn't even leave the corridor and disappeared directly into the wall.

The streets are always lively at night, and the city is no different from the city when it is lit up during the day.

Xu Gui had just parked his taxi on the side of the road and was about to buy some supper to fill his stomach when a young man suddenly walked over and said, "Master, do you want to go to Huanxi Road?"

It's a good thing to have guests come to the door, but why don't you want to hear this accent from locals?

"Go, why don't you go, let's get in the car first!" Xu Gui didn't even eat supper, and quickly took the guest to the car and asked with a smile: "This guest doesn't look like a local!"

"Oh, I'm here on a business trip" The guest replied and stopped talking, although Xu Gui was a little bored, but he had already asked what he should ask, so he didn't care much. Immediately humming a little song, he stepped on the accelerator and started the car.

Xu Gui deliberately drove the taxi around a small corner, and when he saw that the guests behind him did not object, he was suddenly happy, the steering wheel was deflected again, and the guests were still silent, and Xu Gui was even more happy.

I caught a big fat sheep today! It's still from other places, and if you don't slaughter it, you won't slaughter it, right?

The taxi drove through the streets, and the guests behind the car seemed to be asleep, oblivious to the situation outside. Xu Gui pretended not to know and circled around the city. Looking at the constantly beating numbers on the billing meter, Xu Gui's heart suddenly jumped with joy.

It's just that Xu Gui, who was happy, was thinking about how to extort enough fare from the foreign fat sheep behind him later, but he didn't have the slightest idea that the street scene outside his car window was like a large repetitive film, starting to start over and over again.