The talisman emitted a faint golden light, looking quite mysterious.
And just as Chen Feng was preparing to study the talisman carefully.
At that moment, the voice of the old Taoist reverberated in Chen Feng's mind.
"Alright, I remember it should be this one!"
"Should be? Are you playing with me?"
Chen Feng was suddenly speechless upon hearing this.
So even the old Taoist himself wasn't sure if the talisman was actually useful!
What a piece of work!
"Hehe, I haven't drawn one for so long, I'm just going by what I can conjure up on the spot. Anyway, this will do for now, just make do with it. I'm off to sleep, call me after you've sorted it out!"
The old Taoist shamelessly said and then went silent.
Chen Feng was at the peak of speechlessness.
While the two were communicating telepathically, the resentful infant had already fully condensed the Blood Skull, then waved its little hand.
