His spiritual force turned into a real fire through his fingertips and ignited the talisman. He swept the burning talisman across Auntie Wu's shoulders, the back of her head, and her raised hand.
'Whoosh!'
The moment the flame touched the sticky brown liquid, it immediately turned dark green and emitted a strange burnt smell.
The remnants of the fire touched the handkerchief in her hand, and the handkerchief burst into flames with a 'boom'. Aunt Wu was so frightened that she quickly let go of her hand.
Daoist priest song's movements were as fast as lightning. He quickly retracted his hand and finally pressed the ball of green fire into song Changqing's palm.
‘嗞——’
Song Changqing clenched his fist. Flames danced in his palm, and in an instant, it turned into black smoke and escaped from the gaps between his fingers.
When he opened his hand again, his palm was clean. There was no talisman ash left, nor was there a scar.
