Yes, he was still not giving up.
After all, the other tools were made entirely "by the book" from the instruction, only the talisman paper truly had his own touch of originality.
A talisman was stuck on the thug's forehead, the talisman soon turned black, then slipped off.
Another was applied, it continued to turn black and continued to slip off.
The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one... until all the talismans he brought were used.
All the talismans turned black, but not even a wisp of white smoke came from the thug's body.
Li Zhiyuan fell silent.
The fact that his own drawn talismans turned black proved they were somewhat useful, but being only that, they were useless.
A sense of defeat, like that of a poor student, surged up again.
"Brother Runsheng, the canvas."
"Alright."
The black canvas was thrown over, caught by Li Zhiyuan, who then covered the thug with it.
White smoke emerged, vaguely forming the despairing face of Brother Leopard, then quickly dispersed.
