Just at the moment when the talisman was about to be affixed to the black furred rat's head.
It was as if the black-haired rat finally reacted, its head finally shrank downwards, directly into its chest cavity.
However, the talisman in Chen Pingan's hand had already come out, and it precisely landed on the black rat's head in accordance with Chen Pingan's will.
This scene also happened to fall into the eyes of the bearded man who had arrived at the end of the corridor.
"Crap! Don't!"
His pupils shrunk violently, and a cold feeling went straight from his feet to his heavenly soul.
It was too late.
Only the black-haired rat's brain, where it met the talisman.
A coin-sized ball of light appeared, accompanied by the sound of 'bared' electricity arcing brighter and brighter.
The bearded man grabbed the paralyzed hotel attendant, and with a roll crashed open the door next to him, and the two of them rolled in together.
Pingan Chen looked at the twisted mass of light on the black-haired rat's head, and the smile on his face froze.
"Nima!"
Boom-!
A ray of lightning ran through the entire corridor, and the entire hotel shook with the sound of explosive thunder.
The bearded man looked at the door of the room that had been blown to pieces with palpitations, the door was still fifty meters away from the point of the talisman's explosion, but it was still torn to pieces by the shockwave, so it could be seen how strong the talisman's power was. The corridor was a structure shaped like a pipe, and once the explosion occurred, it was an indiscriminate attack!
"No good, Ping An Chen wouldn't be blown up, would he?"
The bearded man probed out, at this moment, the entire corridor was already covered in smoke, the air was filled with the smell of burning, and the doors of a few rooms were already on fire.
At the end of the corridor, Chen Pingan was sitting against the wall, his head lowered not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
The suitcase and organizer were blocking his side.
To the left of the storage box was the scorched black corridor, a large piece of burnt flesh was radiating all over the walls and floor. On the right side, the area of less than two square meters belonging to Pingan Chen was the only clean land in the entire corridor.
Is this the power of that mysterious talisman ...?
The bearded man had seen it all.
He anxiously walked to Pingan Chen and carefully stretched out his hand to see if he was still breathing.
However, before his hand could reach the tip of Chen Pingan's nose, it was pressed against a burnt black finger.
The bearded man froze.
The teenager in front of him still had his head down, and his blackened finger was still smoking.
A beam of light fell on the side of his so handsome that he wanted to die, and there, the corners of his mouth rose, hooking up into an evil arc.
"Heh, hahaha! So it turns out! So, I'm not a tumor superman ..."
Pingan Chen looked up at the bearded man and grinned, black smoke seeping out from his two rows of teeth.
"So I am, Thunderbolt Dharma King!"
The bearded man: "???"
...
...
"So, this world has fallen apart, right?"
"Yes, you can understand it this way, those mutated beasts that the TV talks about aren't mutated beasts at all, they're demons, and there are many such demons, and they're still being created. Including the several paranormal incidents and serial killings that have become very famous in the last few years, many of them were done by evil spirits and demons, and of course, there are also out-of-control revivers."
The entrance of the hotel surrounded by police cars.
The bearded man and Pingan Chen squatted on the street looking at the pedestrians in the oncoming vehicles.
"Smoking?"
"No smoking." Looking at the cigarettes handed by the bearded uncle, Pingan Chen shook his head.
His mind was still confused, and these confusions could obviously only be solved by this uncle next to him.
"I'm the reviver?" He pointed at himself.
"That's right." The bearded man lit up a cigarette, swallowed the smoke, and narrowed his eyes, "I had already planned to get in touch with you, but I just hadn't thought about whether or not to let you know the truth about this world. Because in comparison to other revivers and demons, your body is very frail, but there is one thing that is undoubtedly true, your ability to revive is very powerful."
"You mean, talismans?" Pingan Chen looked at his charred palm.
He was blown out the instant the talisman exploded, only for some reason, the talisman that could clearly blow the black-furred monster rat into pieces did not blow him into pieces along with it, only causing the hand he held the talisman in to be slightly burned.
"Your talisman came from a game in your cell phone, right?"
Pingan Chen froze, "Uncle, you can see that game?"
"No, I can't see it, only you can see it." The bearded man shook his head, exhaled a smoke ring, and continued, "This is your companion spirit object, only you and only you must be the one to use it, no one else can harness it, but your kind of spirit object that completely shields other people is considered to be relatively rare."
"Companion Spiritual Object ...," Pingan Chen pondered the information in the bearded man's words.
From the beginning to the end, he had always thought that the changes in his body were the ascension brought about by the cancer cells.
But when he thought about it, it seemed that his life had begun to mutate since he had gotten the game Electronic Girlfriend.
Without this game, he would not have climbed Mt.
If he didn't climb the mountain, where would he get so many opportunities of this and that?
"I know a reviver with abilities much like yours." The bearded man suddenly said, "The initial evaluation of his ability is that of a soldier grade A. He is nicknamed [Divine Brush], and his companion spirit object is a pen, and what he draws can be turned into a physical object, and he needs to pay a different level of price based on the logic and brokenness of the creation, and the highest can swallow up his life."
His gaze fell on Pingan Chen, gradually deepening:
"Creating something from nothing is often the most difficult. And your talisman is also created by a companion spirit, right?"
Chen Pingan nodded, it was right to say so.
In addition to the talisman, he had also obtained an amulet, a string of spirit stones and a grass.
No wonder he hadn't caught the mysterious courier who delivered the items every time how quickly he rushed to the door.
It turned out that there was no hacker or courier at all.
These things were simply created out of thin air by the companion spirit, the Electronic Girlfriend Game.
"So, what kind of price do you have to pay? To create such a talisman?"
The bearded man stared tightly at Pingan Chen with some urgency in his eyes.
He very much needed to know what it would cost to replace these powerful talismans.
This was related to Chen Pingan's Recoverer Initial Classification, as well as the future of the Heavenly Mansion Demon Beheading Division.
Pingan Chen met the gaze of the bearded man, opened his mouth, and then fell silent.
Need to pay money?
He vaguely felt that this answer was not good.
If what the bearded man said was true, this world was about to be overrun by demons and was about to become the era of the revivers.
Then money was nothing at all to these revivers.
The pipsqueak is not a sin.
If money is all that can be exchanged for this kind of talisman, then what's the difference between him and a walking humanoid treasure chest monster?
What if he was captured and sliced up?
What if he was kept in captivity to storm the talismans every day?
What if he is robbed of his companion spirit?
If the bearded man said that the companion spirit could only be used by him, was it necessarily true?
Pingan Chen was unwilling to speculate on others with the utmost malice.
However, countless painful experiences in his life had told him all the time - people were not worth trusting.
If people are trustworthy, he wouldn't be living with that meager pension tightening his belt; if they were trustworthy, his ex-girlfriend wouldn't have cuckolded him; his college roommate wouldn't have grabbed the poor student's spot with him.
So ...
"The price is longevity."
Pingan Chen stared into the eyes of the bearded man.
Without blushing, he gave this answer.