List of strange talismans

Chapter 79 Herbal Tea
Gu Xiuya was still a little nervous, but when he saw this message, he couldn't laugh or cry.

He didn't expect Mr. Yan to memorize the reason he made up casually for a month, and even went to Gu Ning to ask for proof.

"Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"Ha ha."

"real."

"Don't talk nonsense, what have you been doing this month? Why is the amulet I gave you disconnected?"

amulet?
Gu Xiuya touched his neck subconsciously.

It was only then that he remembered that Mr. Yan had given him an amulet engraved with a strange pattern on his birthday.

At that time, he wore it on his neck casually, but now there is nothing on his neck.

Come to think of it, this novel birthday gift has been lost in history by him accidentally.

"Sorry, I accidentally lost it."

The message was quickly displayed as read, but Mr. Yan didn't reply for a long time this time.

Gu Xiuya suddenly felt guilty. He couldn't explain the origin of this emotion, but he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Seeing that Mr. Yan didn't speak, he had no choice but to change the topic himself.

"Have you finished your herbal tea?"

After a meeting.

"Such a big can, poured out and filled more than 30 jugs, how can it be drunk in a month?"

Mr. Yan's reply appeared, and his tone was obviously gunpowder-like.

Gu Xiuya pretended not to notice, and typed: "Did you take it with you?"

"What are you doing? It smells so bad, why should I bring it with me?"

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Gu Xiuya did not expect that Mr. Yan, who has always been calm and rational, would be so unreasonable sometimes.

He had no choice but to send a series of ellipses to express his helplessness, then put down his phone, and planned to contact Mr. Yan later when his anger subsided.

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Yan Ying looked at the long string of ellipses on the phone, and closed the chat window expressionlessly.

She got up and passed the woman beside her, and said coldly, "Let's go."

The middle-aged woman in a white coat giggled, stroked her short ear-length hair, and turned to follow Yan Ying.

If Zhou Cheng were here, he would be surprised that Scarlett's psychiatrist knew Yan Ying.

"Hey, mobile phones are not allowed during the mission. You stopped to answer text messages on the way, so you're dating your little neighbor, right?"

Professor Han leaned over to Yan Ying's side.

Seeing that Yan Ying didn't speak, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and said again: "It's very troublesome to talk about feelings with young boys. Men who have not experienced much in the world will not remember your kindness, and will only take your efforts for granted. And get used to it.”

"Maybe, you are just a nagging aunt in his heart. Does aunt know? It's a generation away."

Yan Ying turned to look at her, a murderous look flashed in her silent eyes.

"forget it."

Professor Han raised his hand in surrender, and threw a can of beer over: "Hey, put out the fire. Highly mellow brew, a specialty of Lanka Port, specially brought for you."

Yan Ying caught it subconsciously, but after hesitating for a moment, she threw it aside.

"Quit. I drank this recently."

She took off the flat transparent flagon from her waist and took a sip.

A faint sweet fragrance floats between the lips and teeth, mixed with a hint of bitterness.

Yan Ying frowned slightly, feeling that herbal tea was a bit fishy.

"What kind of wine is this? It looks a bit like whiskey."

"Herbal tea."

"……What?"

Professor Han was taken aback.Then, as if he had realized something, his face was a little ugly.

"...Are you going to play for real?"

Apart from that possibility, Professor Han couldn't think of any other reason for his alcohol addiction for more than ten years.

Yan Ying didn't speak, but turned her head and continued walking forward.

The two walked through a forest in silence and came to a deserted factory building.

This is the industrial park north of Elton, nearly [-] kilometers away from the urban area, and is already close to the geographical boundary of Lanka Port.

There is no moon tonight, and the darkness of the night casts everything in shadow.

Yan Ying raised her eyes and looked around, but found nothing unusual, so she asked.

"Where is the mission target?"

"Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

When the task was mentioned, Professor Han's expression changed slightly.

She took out a strangely shaped pen, lifted the cap, and blew on the nib.

The smooth tip of the pen suddenly split into two, then elongated and extended, instantly turning into a long and narrow mouthpart like a fly.

Professor Han then took out another bottle of ink and opened it.

The pen jumped up from her hand, and the long and narrow mouthparts split open, revealing a large number of sharp teeth, and it jumped into the bottle in an instant.

Accompanied by a sound of sucking, the pen cover of the pen began to swell like a living thing, and the viscous blood-like ink was sucked into the pen body.

Professor Han waited for a while, reached out and flicked the pen.

The pen suddenly flew up, elongated in mid-air, and drew a thick blood-colored smoke.

The smoke kept surging, and there were faint cries and howls, accompanied by the appearance of a pale face.

Prof. Han's smooth forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his temples throbbed unceasingly, as if he was enduring some kind of mental shock.

She quickly stretched out her five fingers and held them in the air. The smoke exploded in a scream, and the face disappeared.

The fog calmed down and gradually spread forward, drifting towards an abandoned factory building not far away.

"Hiding inside."

Professor Han said.

Yan Ying nodded silently, took off her coat, revealing a black tights.

On the same black belt, two long daggers were stuck upside down.The sharp edge is close to the clothes, and a trace of coldness glows in the night.

Yan Ying drew out two weapons with her backhand, brushing her fingers across the blades.

The blood flowed out and fell on the blade, pulling out a red thread.

There is a black shimmer slowly floating.

The rays of light elongated into strips and spread out, licking up the blood at an extremely fast speed, which at first glance looked like the long tongues of demons dancing wildly.

It wasn't until the wound scabbed over and no more blood flowed out that the weird scene slowly subsided.

Yan Ying took a deep breath to suppress the mania that was growing in her heart.

Large black lines emerged on the blade.

The fungus-like black lines spread and elongated, clinging to the palm of the hand, and then sweeping and spreading, quickly covering the whole body.

Yan Ying raised her hand, and saw the black lines cut through the skin and embedded into the body, leaving a dense network of fissures.

At the crack, cyst-like nodules gushed out one after another, and as the heartbeat kept beating, it spread the power to the limbs and bones.

I don't know why, Yan Ying always feels that the power of [Black Blade] has become stronger recently.

With the same amount of blood, the summoned power is at least double that of a month ago.

"I actually understand you very well. Why haven't you told that kid what your resident fetish is?"

Professor Han sighed beside him: "Men are visual animals. If he sees you like this, how can he be interested?"

Yan Ying ignored her, but said flatly, "It's time to do something."

After the words fell, she bent her knees and squatted down.

The black lines flickered slightly, and the ground exploded with a bang.

The soil swayed like rain, and then fell again.

The powerful force caused Yan Ying to fly more than three meters high in an instant, drew an arc in midair, and landed ten meters away.

(End of this chapter)