The car drove straight to Seattle's Chinatown. At the entrance stood a towering Chinese-style archway bearing a plaque that read "Zhonghua Gate." Many of the shops on both sides featured Chinese architectural styles, and Jiang Hao even saw dragons and Bruce Lee in murals on the walls.
The street signs here were bilingual, in Chinese and English. On the glass display window of a restaurant, Jiang Hao saw an image of the Chinese God of Wealth.
Seattle's Chinatown was the largest among mid-sized cities in the United States. Jiang Hao could buy everything he needed here. It was eight in the evening, and many shops were still open. He entered a Chinese medicine shop and quickly bought the cinnabar he needed, taking all two pounds the store had in stock.
At another shop, he found the yellow paper, writing brushes, inkstone, and other supplies he needed. After buying them, Jiang Hao ate Chinese food at a restaurant in Chinatown. Honestly, as a professional chef himself, he found the taste pretty mediocre.
Every place had to adapt to local tastes, which made the food somewhat neither fish nor fowl.
After finding a hotel, Jiang Hao did not sleep. He sat quietly in meditation, regulating his breathing and focusing his mind. Now that he had all the materials for drawing talismans, he pondered what talismans could deal with vampires. He had no experience with such things and had no idea which talismans would work against vampires or how effective they would be.
Still, he could rule out a great many of them first, such as Heat-Repelling Talismans, Deodorizing Talismans, Calming Talismans, Vomiting Talismans, Dust-Removing Talismans, and other miscellaneous talismans.
He rose and went to the table, placing the cinnabar in the inkstone and slowly grinding it into a fine powder. He added