Though there was only one, it was still better than none.
At the very least, he now had a means of self-preservation.
What merchant didn't start from scratch?
Although he wasn't capable now, he would definitely grow strong and create glory in the future.
However, if he could recall his past memories, would he also be able to use magic?
The magic Feng Yu referred to wasn't this kind of combat using talismans.
It was the ability to condense a ball of flame with a raise of the hand and throw it.
Just like Shi Jian in zombie movies, who condensed lightning magic in his hands and unleashed it.
How cool was that?
But had he used magic before?
Thinking of this, Feng Yu couldn't help but recall his past memories again.
But as soon as his head began to ache, Feng Yu quickly stopped himself.
In the past few days, Feng Yu had also tried to recall his past memories.
But every time he tried to recall, his head felt like it was about to explode, causing Feng Yu immense pain.
Alas, it was better to focus on the present.
Feng Yu carefully studied the explosion talisman.
The notes also explained that one needed to control their qi to the fingertips, then transmit it through the cinnabar brush onto the yellow paper, and finally write special runes and characters.
The understanding was simple.
The talisman was like a carrier, injecting one's qi into it and sealing it with special runes and characters, to be shot out when needed.
It was like an electrical appliance; to make it work, you needed electricity. The talisman was the same.
To make it effective, you needed qi.
The only difference was replacing electricity with qi.
With this understanding, it became much simpler.
No sooner said than done.
Feng Yu took out the yellow paper and cinnabar brush he bought from Zhang Hua and began to draw.
The notes also introduced how to mobilize qi.
Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, felt the qi within him, then directed it to his fingertips, transmitted it through the cinnabar brush onto the yellow paper, and finally drew the corresponding runes and characters.
Being clumsy for the first time, Feng Yu took a full five minutes to complete one talisman.
Looking at the scribbled mess, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel a bit doubtful.
"Is this thing really useful?"
Even if he didn't know if it was useful, drawing it was the right thing to do.
If it wasn't useful, he could just consider it practice.
Feng Yu once again mobilized his qi and began to draw with his fingertips.
As the saying goes, don't bite off more than you can chew.
Feng Yu decided to master one type before learning the second.
Currently, the only thing that could harm ghosts was this explosion talisman.
Of course, he had to learn this explosion talisman first.
Practice makes perfect. Feng Yu was much faster the second time than the first.
Feng Yu examined it and still felt the characters were a bit crooked.
No, he had to keep drawing.
He would stay up all night today and must practice the explosion talisman until it became second nature.
Thus, Feng Yu drew another twenty talismans in one go.
"Hoo~"
After finishing the last one, Feng Yu let out a long sigh, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and exclaimed.
"This thing really drains one's spirit and energy. I'm already a bit tired after drawing only twenty-two."
However, it was only a slight feeling of fatigue; the qi within him was still more than enough.
Feng Yu sat on his chair, took out a cigarette pack from the drawer, put one in his mouth, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled, contemplating the matter of qi.
The notes stated that drawing talismans consumed a lot of qi, and drawing five consecutively was the limit.
Beginners who were just learning to draw talismans would be exhausted after drawing three.
But why didn't he feel it?
Although he did feel a little tired.
It was just a tiny bit, completely negligible.
Could it be that he was a master talisman artist in the past?
Yes, it must be.
He must have been a master talisman artist, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to draw twenty-two talismans in one go.
What Feng Yu didn't know was.
The reason he could draw twenty-two talismans in one go without feeling exhausted was that the qi within him was far stronger than others.
Otherwise, he would have been utterly exhausted and unable to move.
Yu Daochen's Five Elements techniques were incredibly powerful, but they came at a cost.
That is, they consumed more qi than ordinary magic.
Powerful magic always had a common trait.
The more powerful the magic, the more qi it consumed.
The Five Elements techniques, the Flame Devouring technique, these were all spells with terrifying destructive power.
But at the same time, they consumed much more qi than other spells.
Through long-term accumulation, Yu Daochen's qi naturally became more abundant than that of ordinary people.
It was like comparing someone who carried sandbags every day to someone who worked as a waiter in a restaurant.
Who would have more strength between the two?
It goes without saying, it would be the former.
The cigarette was finished. Feng Yu extinguished the butt, shrugged, picked up the cinnabar brush, and continued.
He had to learn the explosion talisman tonight.
Late night~
Feng Yu was still engrossed in drawing talismans, taking a smoke break when he felt tired.
He was determined to stay up tonight, no matter what.
He meant it!
Early morning~
The first ray of sunlight shone into the room.
Feng Yu's already pale complexion turned even paler, his eyes bloodshot, and the dark circles under them were terrifyingly heavy.
It looked as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.
The ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts.
Feng Yu no longer had the strength to even lift his brush.
He didn't know how many talismans he had drawn, but the drawers were neatly stacked with talismans.
Looking at them, there were at least two hundred talismans.
"Holy crap, so this is what exhaustion from drawing talismans feels like?"
Feng Yu muttered, shaking his head.
"No, I can't draw any more, or I might actually die of exhaustion."
He felt like he hadn't slept for three days and three nights, and then had masturbated fifty times, that kind of exhaustion.
This feeling was something ordinary people couldn't experience.
Although Feng Yu had more qi than others, he couldn't draw endlessly like a bull.
Not to mention a human, even a bull couldn't withstand this.
Feng Yu laboriously put all the talismans and cinnabar brush back into the drawer, then collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.
A moment later, the sound of knocking on the door was heard.
Feng Ru's voice came through: "Brother, are you awake?"
Feng Yu was sleeping like a log, completely oblivious to the knocking and Feng Ru's calls.
Outside the door.
Feng Ru knocked for a long time, and seeing no response from inside, she became puzzled.
Did he go out?
That shouldn't be right; the door was still locked from the inside, so he shouldn't have gone out.
Is he still asleep?
In the past half a month, Feng Yu had woken up precisely at seven o'clock every day.
After eating breakfast with her, he would then go out for his morning run.
What was wrong today?
Could something have happened?!
Thinking of this, Feng Ru became worried. She ran to her room, took out a spare key, and opened the door.
The moment she opened the door, a wave of smoke hit her, causing Feng Ru to cough violently.
Feng Ru raised her hand to pinch her nose, looked up, and saw that the room was filled with smoke. She said with some annoyance.
"Why did this kid smoke so much?!"