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Once said, immediately done.
Shen Qing didn't hesitate at all. He whipped his horse and rushed home without stopping.
"Qingzi, you're back. What's happening outside? It's almost the New Year, why is it so chaotic?" Inside the house, his aunt was idly stitching a shoe with his elder sister Shen Fang, and casually asked when she saw Shen Qing suddenly rush back.
Shen Qing didn't have time to chat with them, so he casually replied, "It's nothing major, just some thieves in the city. It's better if you don't go out for the next few days."
"Ah, thieves?"
His aunt and elder sister Shen Fang were both somewhat alarmed.
They wanted to ask more, but saw Shen Qing had already slipped into his room, leaving them staring at each other.
Inside his room, Shen Qing rummaged through his cabinets, finding a pile of scattered talisman materials.
A Lang Brush, a stack of yellow lamination paper, and a handful of cinnabar.
