The talisman paper, incredibly precious in others' eyes, was purely a consumable for Li Zhiyuan, so abundant it became basic equipment for everyone on the team.

Because there was a girl at home who would ceaselessly draw them for him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!... "

A series of explosions rang out.

The pig-headed man let out a wail, its inhaling nostrils loosening accordingly.

Li Zhiyuan, freed from restraint, flew backward. He didn't correct his posture in the air to forcibly land stably but instead rolled several times on the ground to dissipate the momentum before squatting up, saving energy this way.

Turning his head slightly, the young man glanced at his right hand, which had been blasted, bleeding profusely, with blood continuously dripping onto the ground from his five fingers.

This time, without Run Sheng, Yin Meng, and Zhuangzhuang standing in front of him, sustaining injuries when he needed to face the threat himself was a normal occurrence.

At the moment, he had already left the photo studio, losing the protection of the Array, with thick mist surrounding him.

The silhouette of that pig had vanished, likely hiding in this white fog.

Li Zhiyuan squatted there, his ears twitching slightly, his gaze occasionally shifting sideways.

Suddenly, the figure of the pig-headed man appeared from an oblique angle.

Li Zhiyuan swiftly pressed his left hand to the ground, where his previously shed blood lay, so as not to waste it.

The pig-headed man charged forward rapidly, its face now in a pitiful state, blasted full of holes, barely resembling a pig.

But just as the pig-headed man was about to approach Li Zhiyuan, with the boy's left hand on the ground as the center, the blood-colored lattice quickly spread outward, entangling crazily upon capturing the pig's feet.

The pig's figure stalled; the boy's right hand reached behind him, unzipping and pulling out an ink bucket, which he placed in front of him.

The fingertips of his right hand hooked onto the ink bucket line, pulling it back, the wheel spinning rapidly.

In fact, Li Zhiyuan's right hand was still twitching, and touching things was quite painful, let alone pulling on a thin line, which was excruciating, but his expression didn't change while doing these tasks.

The pig-headed man let out a low growl, breaking free of the restraints on its legs.

Just then, Li Zhiyuan released his right hand.

The ink bucket line shot out due to the pendant, flying straight before swiftly extending horizontally, eventually wrapping around the pig-headed man's body.

Capitalizing on the traces of his own blood on his left hand, Li Zhiyuan quickly formed a blood seal, then his fingers grasped the ink bucket.

"Whoosh!"

Karmic Fire ignited on the ink bucket, extending along the ink bucket line and eventually burning the pig-headed man.

The pig-headed man, propping up its arms, broke the ink bucket line on its body, but this time, with the blood seal guiding the Karmic Fire, it couldn't be extinguished easily. It could only emit unwilling howls while disappearing back into the white mist.

It intended to rid itself of the Karmic Fire within the mist.

The previous ambush had taught it about its good hearing, so as it hid into the thick mist, it didn't move hastily.

But it seemed to overlook one thing, which was the original function of the ink bucket… leaving a trace with the line.

In Li Zhiyuan's line of sight, there was a black line horizontally present in the thick mist ahead.

Li Zhiyuan this time reached into his backpack with his left hand and took out a finely crafted hand crossbow.

This was a new tool produced after the second wave ended, with Li Zhiyuan crafting the design, Alii assisting in creating precise components, and Run Sheng finding a small factory to supplement the remaining parts.

The crossbow arrow was, in fact, a talisman needle.

Li Zhiyuan held the crossbow with his left hand, aimed at the black line within the mist, and pulled the trigger.

"Buzz!"

The crossbow arrow shot out, followed by an explosion from the depths of the mist.

Li Zhiyuan, enduring immense pain, quickly reset the string with his right hand.

He aimed again; the black line was moving.

"Buzz!"

Another explosion echoed.

He continued to reset the string, and halfway through, Li Zhiyuan decisively tossed the crossbow aside, and his body flipped away.

"Boom!"

A pig descended from the sky, crashing onto the spot where Li Zhiyuan had previously stood, creating a pit in the ground, and the road cracked.

On the pig-headed body, there were two burn marks; however, at its abdominal position, a blood trough appeared as if the skin and flesh had been forcibly torn open.

Looking again at the distant mist where the black line was still clearly visible meant the pig had already figured out how it had been discovered, going so far as to rip off the skin stained with the ink bucket line to dangle it there as a fake target to use the chance to ambush Li Zhiyuan.

The pig-headed man questioned, "How did you find me?"

Li Zhiyuan replied, "I figured you wouldn't be foolish enough to let me hit you three times there."

In fact, Li Zhiyuan originally planned to shoot only one arrow; otherwise, he wouldn't have used his left hand to hold the crossbow and his injured right hand to reset, that process was truly painful.

In Li Zhiyuan's eyes, when the first arrow hit, the pig should have realized what had exposed it. Letting itself be hit by the second arrow meant that it had discovered the reason for exposure and was preparing to capitalize on it further.

The third arrow genuinely couldn't be shot without severely underestimating this pig-brain.

The pig-headed man said, "Thank you for thinking so."

Li Zhiyuan: "No need."

The pig-headed man's eyes turned red, charging at Li Zhiyuan again.

Li Zhiyuan drew a yellow strap from his backpack with his left hand, whipping it smoothly.

The pig-headed man instantly halted, even rapidly retreating a few steps.

Li Zhiyuan wrapped the yellow cloth around his injured right hand several times, making a simple bandage.

Then he smiled at the pig-headed man.

This yellow cloth had been soaked in medicinal broth aiding in hemostasis and disinfection, considered to be a more advanced bandage.

But it was just a bandage; the pig-headed man was obviously freaked out by the boy's constant pulling out of items earlier.

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