"Okay, how much do you want?" Wen Le turned around and ran into the kitchen. He took out a kitchen knife and stretched out his arm, ready to slash upwards.
When Shen Jian saw this, he immediately rushed over to stop him. "Mr. Wen, Boss said that you only need a few drops of your blood. Don't cut yourself to death."
When Su Meng saw Wen Le's impatient look, it was enough to see how frightened he was. He did not even hesitate to slash himself.
Wen Le smiled awkwardly. He held the kitchen knife and didn't know what to do.
Su Meng saw that he was at a loss and sighed softly. She took out a retractable knife from her bag and asked Wen Le to stretch out his hand. She then gently pricked his finger and let Wen Le take the talisman and drip blood on it.
After everything was done, Su Meng put the knife on the table at the side.
Under Su Meng's instructions, Wen Le carefully stuck the talisman on the door frame.
