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At this moment, Fu Hanyu's body seemed to have exhausted all its strength. The golden light in his hand disappeared, and his body swayed. He held onto the table to steady himself.

Song Yu also helped him, suppressed his excitement, and worriedly clasped his wrist again, took his pulse, and checked his physical condition. He found nothing abnormal, and asked worriedly: "How do you feel now?" , are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Something like Daoyun is too mysterious and unpredictable. It was only mentioned in the records Song Beixuan left for her. However, it only said that it could help with cultivation and improve cultivation, but it did not specifically explain how to use it.

"There is nothing abnormal about it in my body. When I tried to integrate it into the yellow paper, the spiritual power of my body was drained out in an instant. It should be that when using it, it requires a lot of consumption." Fu Hanyu put his Her feelings and guesses were all told to her.

After Song Yu heard this, he felt relieved and helped him sit on the chair next to him: "Then take a rest first and see how your spiritual power is recovering."

Don't be unable to recover your spiritual power.

Fu Hanyu saw that she had been staring at him, with distress in his eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh: "I said it's okay, my spiritual power has been recovering little by little, and there is no change in it in the body. Go and take a look at that piece of paper."

Song Yu wouldn't rest assured until he recovered. He didn't start studying the yellow paper fused with Dao Yun until he was sure that he was really not affected.

She was an expert in art and was bold. After looking at it twice, she directly picked up the pen, dipped it in cinnabar, took a deep breath, and started writing with a firm look in her eyes.

The moment the brush touches the paper.

She clearly felt that the spiritual power in her body was decreasing at an extremely alarming speed. It was completely absorbed by the brushstrokes and integrated into the yellow paper.

At the beginning, she could bear it.

But the further back she drew, the faster the spiritual power was being absorbed. It was like a bottomless pit, frantically absorbing the spiritual power in her body, making her almost unable to control the distribution of spiritual power in her strokes. It took a long time. Only with great perseverance can you continue to draw.

She wanted to stop, but she knew clearly that once she stopped, all her previous efforts would be lost, and her own body would suffer immeasurable backlash.

She must insist on finishing the talisman!

But as the spiritual energy in her body was quickly depleted, her face became increasingly ugly. The fingers holding the pen turned white due to excessive control, and her whole body was on the verge of collapse at any time.

Fu Hanyu had been looking at her, and seeing that her face was getting worse and worse, he hesitated for a moment, put his palm on the back of her heart, and began to input spiritual power into her.

Things were exactly as he thought. She was depleting her spiritual power too quickly and her physical and spiritual power was not enough. This was the reason why this happened.

With a steady stream of gentle spiritual power entering her body, Song Yu felt much better. Although the speed of drawing the talisman did not increase, the feeling of being sucked to death disappeared, allowing her to have more energy to focus on drawing the talisman. .

Time passed by minute by minute.

When the last stroke was finished, she took back the pen with difficulty and turned back to look at Fu Hanyu. When she wanted to share the joy of success with him, her vision suddenly went dark and she fell softly.

The spiritual power in Fu Hanyu's body was also exhausted, and his eyesight turned black. At the last moment of his coma, he only had time to hold her waist and protect her in his arms.

Then, he fell to the ground.

Ying Si also slept for a while when it was dark. When he got up, he asked the waiting servant to bring breakfast.

He lazily knocked on the study door: "Yu'er, it's time to eat."

The study was extremely quiet, without any movement.

He added a little more force and continued to knock: "Fish."

Still quiet.

He frowned and said, "I'm coming in." He pushed the door open and saw two people lying on the ground.

Fu Hanyu was lying on his back on the ground, and Song Yu was lying in his arms, using him as a meat pad.

Both of their faces were as pale as paper.

"Fish."

Ying Si ran over in a panic, hugged her and placed her on the sofa next to her. He reached out to check her pulse, and found that her body was extremely weak, which was caused by excessive overdraft of spiritual energy in her body.

He frowned, turned his head, and looked at Fu Hanyu who was lying on the ground with disgust. After hesitating for a moment, he went over and knelt beside him to check his pulse. In the same situation as Song Yu, his spiritual energy was overdrawn.

In this case, it is nothing serious and not life-threatening.

But what exactly did they do that allowed two people to overdraw their spiritual power at the same time? Others didn't know their spiritual power, but he knew it very well. It was as vast as the sea, and even the peak of the heavens could not compare with them.

His eyes swept around the study room, and finally landed on the talisman on the table.

One is the ancient talisman he gave out yesterday.

One was brand new, and the handwriting on it was not completely dry yet, so it was obviously just finished.

At this moment, he understood why the two of them had overdrawn their spiritual energy. It was because of that talisman, which the ancestors of the Ying family had been studying for thousands of years without any clue.

"A bunch of trash."

He scoffed.

Can't draw it?

His children drew it in one night.

When Song Yu woke up faintly, he looked into Ying Si's beautiful eyes that were filled with distress, pampering, and pride. After being startled for a moment, he frowned.

Ying Si squatted in front of her and smiled at her.

Song Yu was still a little confused, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "I drew it."

"I saw it." Ying Si's smile became gentler, and he gave her a thumbs up and praised her generously: "It's amazing."

Song Yu was still a little confused. He was too tired and in a daze, but he tried to wake himself up. His eyes fell on Fu Hanyu and he shouted anxiously: "Fu Hanyu!"

It's time to get up.

"Lie down well." Ying Si felt very unhappy. He held her shoulders and said, "The others are fine. Just like you, their spiritual energy is overdrawn and they cannot die."

Song Yu was still worried.

Ying Si could only lift him up from the ground and throw him on the sofa opposite her. He saw her smiling at him, saying thank you, and then fell asleep again.

he:……

He kicked Fu Hanyu on the calf out of anger, and wanted to kick him to the ground again, but he glanced at the sleeping Song Yu, gave her a face, and finally withdrew his foot that was about to move.

Song Yu's spiritual power was overdrawn.

But the talisman was finally drawn.

After being raised in Dongfang's family for two days, after his body had almost recovered, he asked Little Furball and the Zombie King to attract the attention of Dongfang's family, gave the talisman to the ghost train, summoned it back, and was ready to take action.