So Many Chains

Huang Yaozu ran and crashed his way to Wu Heng. Seeing Wu Heng still leisurely drinking, he immediately grew anxious.

He knew how important Wu Heng was.

Even if he died right now, Wu Heng absolutely could not die.

"Young man, how can someone so impatient ever accomplish great things?" Wu Heng set down his emptied glass, picked up the bottle, and poured a red stream of champagne.

He neither knew how to drink nor liked drinking; he was merely drinking for the atmosphere.

"That talisman of yours killed a whole swarm of ghosts, but it also alerted the greater ghosts. Countless possessing evil ghosts will be coming for us soon."

"I know you're a capable man. You may even be the only person in this world who can deal with evil ghosts."

"But these filthy ghostly things have already taken control of many high-ranking officials."

"The people they control are far more terrifying than ghosts themselves. That's what makes ghosts truly terrifying." Huang Yaozu kept trying to dissuade him.

He believed in Wu Heng's abilities. Precisely because he believed, he could not let Wu Heng take such a risk.

"Do you have any paper?"

Wu Heng looked at Huang Yaozu's ex-wife beside him, who had been frightened senseless by Huang Yaozu's words, and asked gently.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Huang Yaozu and his ex-wife both nodded. She hurriedly jogged over to the bar counter, pulled out a stack of paper used for recording drink orders from a drawer, along with the clipboard holding it.

Wu Heng took them, his long fingers flipping deftly through the pages.

In less than twenty seconds, more than a dozen utterly ordinary triangular talismans appeared on the table.

"Sigh, that was a little too slow."

As if dissatisfied, Wu Heng shook his head, then