\nNing Shu frowned. The use of each kind of talisman paper was different, so it was easy to create even more of a mess by sticking it on blindly like this.
“Tear the talismans off the door,” said Ning Shu.
Xie Weiming instantly tore the paper talismans before Ning Shu opened the door. Immediately, she felt a gust of cold air going straight into her body, giving her goosebumps. A strange smell permeated the room.
The room was dark. The windows were closed, and the curtains blocked the light.
It took quite a while for Ning Shu to get used to this kind of darkness. She gave the room a cursory glance. The walls, the furniture, the bed, any place that could be covered with talismans was covered.
A young man was tied to the bed. His face was pale, but his lips were blue, and he had a heavy blackness between his eyebrows.
His life energy was completely suppressed by the air of death. If she had arrived just a little later, he would probably already be done for.