By the time dinner was over, it was almost time.
Gu Shengyin prepared some things, looked at the bright disc of the moon in the sky, and brought out the tiny doll.
Direct exposure to the moonlight would enhance the effect.
Gu Shengyin moved her hand, and the silver-white robe on the infant's body slipped off, revealing its bare little body.
Gu Shengyin dipped a brush into the thick, bright red liquid in the small white porcelain bowl beside her, and began to draw slowly from the infant's neck.
She closed her eyes.
The entire process of drawing the runes had to be completed in one continuous stroke, with the tip of the brush never pausing until the work was finished.
...
Chen Biyue felt as if he had fallen into a bizarre dreamscape.
At first, he dimly felt he was trapped in a peculiar place.
All around was void, and no matter how hard he squinted, all he could see was some heavy gray mist surrounding him.
