Chapter Forty-One: Drawing Symbols Again

  "Who should I ask for help?" At this time, Wu Shibos brain became a mess.

  Wen Fei was so angry that he wanted to hit him on the head several times, and it was really a stubborn mule: "Of course, it's your colleague, call more police over!"

  "The police can't catch ghosts, what's the point of calling them?" The bald man asked discontentedly, seemingly having no good impression of the police either.

  "Wen Fei shouted: 'We're lucky to be alive, let's just focus on getting out of here safely. The yin energy in this building is getting thicker and even ordinary people like you can see ghostly shadows... We'll be lucky if we make it out alive. Police officers have strong yang energy and a lot of killing intent, which makes it harder for ghosts to get close... If only there were soldiers here, that would be even better!'"

  "I'll call right away!" Wu Shibos stuttered as he dialed the phone, but after trying for half a day, he couldn't get through. When he looked again, there was no signal at all.

  Wen Fei was also speechless, could the heavy yin energy interfere with the mobile phone signal? He took out his own mobile phone and found that there was no signal at all. Others were in a flurry, taking out their mobile phones, only to find that they were all the same!

  "There's a landline!" Zhou Qiang shouted, and only then did everyone notice that there was indeed a landline phone in the security room, and a glimmer of hope rose up in each of their hearts.

  Zhou Qiang dialed for half a day, and in disappointment, he threw the phone aside. Several people were shocked, couldn't even get through on a landline? Did this ghost know how to cut off the telephone line too?

  "It's an internal call..." Zhou Qiang said, and everyone understood. They couldn't help but look at Huang Sheng with disdain, thinking that he was so wealthy, yet he still installed an internal phone line in the security room, which was simply too stingy... However, to be honest, this is actually a common practice among many large companies, the bigger the company, the stricter the cost management.

  "That can't be right, what if something happens in the building and we need to call for help?" Wen Fei said skeptically.

  "That's probably a mobile phone call..." Huang Sheng said with a scowl, regretting it so much that he wanted to bang his head against the wall. Why did he have to be so stingy and save this little bit of money?

  Several people were stunned, and during this time, everyone saw a ghostly shadow one or two times, which was fleeting... Everyone felt that the frequency of ghostly shadows appearing was getting higher and higher.

  It seems like what Wen Fei said is true, the yin energy is getting heavier and heavier. If we wait until midnight... anyone who has seen a horror movie will shiver!

  "What should we do now?" Huang Sheng asked Wen Fei, who seemed to be the only expert here.

  Wen Fei smiled bitterly, "If I knew what to do, it would be fine!" However, seeing so many people in the security room staring at him, he naturally didn't dare say anything discouraging. He pondered for a moment and said: "I'll draw some talismans first and post them around... see if they can ward off those lonely ghosts and wild devils. Otherwise, the yin energy will get stronger and stronger, suppressing the yang energy in our bodies. By then..."

  Several people heard this and were overjoyed, urging Wen Fei to quickly draw the talisman. Wen Fei smiled bitterly - only ghosts knew how useful the talismans he drew were!

  This time Wen Fei didn't prepare to invite the gods, even if he wanted to, it wasn't easy to invite them down. Fortunately, Huang Sheng sent someone to buy things at the beginning, and there was yellow paper and cinnabar. Wen Fei didn't think much about it, whether it was useful or not, and drew it out first.

  Wen Fei was so focused and calm, the others didn't even dare to breathe. They only saw Wen Fei holding his brush, standing still for a moment. Suddenly, he moved, and the brush began to dance on the paper. The eyes of everyone present followed the tip of Wen Fei's brush as it moved up and down. Just when the painting was halfway done, Wen Fei's hand suddenly stopped. A small ripple appeared on the talisman paper, and the entire paper exploded.

  "Mr. Wen, did you successfully draw the talisman!" This was the first time in his life that Wu Shibo had seen a supernatural phenomenon created by human beings, and he couldn't help but add a few points of confidence to Wen Fei, even speaking more politely!

  "It's failed!" Wen Fei's face was expressionless. He was furious in his heart, this talisman was far from being as simple as he had imagined. Last time was just a fluke, mysteriously summoning a god out of nowhere, but this time relying on his own true skills, only then did he realize how difficult it was to draw a talisman.

  To say nothing of the rest, but in a short period of time, to complete a talisman with one breath, at the very least, you must be quite familiar with the talisman you are drawing, and reach the point where it becomes second nature. Moreover, there is also the coordination of the internal energy mechanism, spreading the internal energy mechanism on it, which makes it even more difficult.

  Others saw Wen Fei's face didn't look good, and they also didn't dare to ask again. They only saw Wen Fei drawing symbol after symbol, crackling sounds kept coming, and one by one, they exploded.

  In total, I drew more than a dozen symbols, but only one succeeded. This alone has consumed about 70-80% of the accumulated earth energy in Wen Fei's body.

  However, as soon as the talisman was drawn, it began to turn black and emit a green smoke. Wu Shibao's heart skipped a beat as he exclaimed: "Mr. Wen, have we failed again?"

  "It's done!" Wen Fei's face was expressionless, too lazy to look at this guy, just like a crow's mouth.

  "How did this talisman catch fire?" Wu Shibao continued to ask, without any intention of looking at Wen Fei's bad mood, not interested in talking to him? Wen Fei originally didn't want to answer him, but seeing everyone staring at himself with eager eyes, wanting to know more from Wen Fei's mouth, and being able to beg for reassurance. He could only bitterly smile and say: "The yin energy is too heavy, this talisman can't withstand it, so it just ignited!"

  "Ah!" These people had basically seen some horror movies, and when Wen Fei mentioned it, they thought of those similar scenes. Often, the talismans drawn by Taoist priests would be posted on the wall, and once a fierce ghost or monster came, they would spontaneously combust...

  "How can this be good?" Wu Shibo cried with a gloomy face, even his speech had turned into the tone of a play.

  Wen Fei shrugged and looked out the window. As the earth energy in his body was used up, the yang energy recovered, and the effect of opening his eyes naturally disappeared. He could no longer see those faint ghosts. Nor did he know what the situation outside was like?

  The security room is on the first floor, with more than a dozen screens inside, which can be seen through cameras installed in various places. Two policemen are also here to dispatch surveillance videos and look for Chen Zheng's whereabouts.

  Wen Fei suddenly asked: "How did you know Chen Zheng and Ban Ye ran into this building in the middle of the night?"

  Huang Sheng had been silent for a long time, and when he heard Wen Fei's question, he said: "I saw his car in the parking lot of the building the next day, but I couldn't find him. After checking the surveillance video, I found that he entered the building after 10 pm, but never left!"

  Wen Fei asked the two police officers: "Has Chen Zhenghe's whereabouts been found? There are surveillance videos, it should be easy to find him, right?"

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