Turtle-shell inkstone, Pine Script Ink, soft purple hair brush, Yellow Paper.
And then add a red paper position.
Along with the blood drops squeezed out from his freshly cut finger, Zheng Qing quickly drew a high-level Forgetting Rune, wrapped it into a Fu Bullet, and stuffed it into the Charm Gun.
Immediately, a new slender tube appeared in the Sea of Consciousness, one end connecting to the cyan air mass, and the other to the tail of the Fu Bullet. Violent Magic Power surged wave after wave, visibly flowing into the Fu Bullet.
Zheng Qing felt the swelling pain in his mind gradually lessening.
"This should be enough, right?" He rubbed his sore and swollen forehead and looked at the blurry face behind the door. "So, what's next? Should I just shoot you in the head?"
The suggestion was a bit cold.
