Zheng Qing clutched several Suppression Talismans in his hand, tiptoed forward, and silently crept toward the bookstore entrance.
He tilted his head and listened for a moment.
Just as the barbershop owner had said, the faint sounds of a television came from inside the bookstore, playing a very familiar tune. Yet Zheng Qing could not immediately recall which show that background music came from.
After pondering it for a while, he finally shook his head and gave up on getting to the bottom of it. He planned to rush into the shop, suppress that brat who did not know its place, and then interrogate it about what it was watching.
"Even ghosts watch television these days... Did they learn it from Sadako?" the young wizard muttered, reaching behind the black signboard and peeling off a sheet of yellow talisman paper.
The yellow paper was crumpled and looked as though it had been used many times. The red cinnabar runes upon it had faded considerably after being battered by wind and sun. When Zheng Qing had seen this talisman as a child, he had never given it much thought. But after returning from First University and seeing it again, he immediately realized how extraordinary it was.
He had never seen a talisman so weakened that could still remain effective.
What supported this talisman was no longer merely the few faint runes on its surface, but a certain spirit and vitality that had penetrated through the paper and seeped deep into it. Zheng Qing believed that even if those runes had been drawn in the air rather than on talisman paper, their effect would not have been diminished in the slightest.
This made his desire to see Mr. Wu grow even stronger.
But when he thought of how Mr. Wu was not