"Pfft... Sis, look, what is this even supposed to be, a brush stroke talisman with ballpoint pen characters."
Lin Wan looked at the completed talisman on the table, laughing so hard she was shaking.
Lin Ying leaned on Chen Lusi, unable to hold back her laughter as well.
Chen Lusi pretended not to hear, silently picking up the talisman from the table and gently waving it.
Lin Ying rested her head on Chen Lusi's shoulder and softly asked, "Can this actually work?"
Lin Wan stopped laughing after a while, noticing that Chen Lusi showed no expression. She gently hugged his arm and playfully said, "Brother-in-law, how about I grind ink for you then."
"..."
Chen Lusi opened his mouth, about to speak.
But suddenly, a burning sensation spread from the palm of his right hand, quickly heating up.
... In just half a second, it was as if a branding iron pressed into his palm, with a piercing pain suddenly striking.
