The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

The long tongue hovered outside the window, thoroughly enjoying the panicked expressions of the people in front of it.

Suddenly, the long-tongued ghost's tongue straightened instantly, piercing through the glass like a sharp sword.

Pfft!

Warm blood splattered on Lin Fan's face. He turned his head and saw that the fat man next to him had been pierced through the chest by a long tongue.

Before he could even cry for help, a long tongue lashed out and dragged him out of the window, leaving behind shards of glass and a few strands of flesh and blood hanging from the window frame.

"Ah! Help!"

The crowd erupted into chaos. Several people rushed towards Master Huang, reaching out to snatch his defense card, shouting, "Give me back my defense card!"

"Master Huang, summon him quickly and destroy this evil thing!" Others cried out, still believing in the current yellow-robed Taoist.

Master Huang didn't care about anything else. His defense card lit up and formed a shield around him with a hum, blasting everyone around him back a few steps.

In that instant, a flash of cold light appeared outside the window, and half of the skull of the upside-down human head was sliced ​​off by a beam of white light, leaving the long tongue hanging straight down.

"Master Huang is mighty!" someone exclaimed.

Lin Fan snapped out of his daze and looked in the direction of the light. He saw a group of people standing outside the window, all in neat uniforms with the Card Master Association's emblem embroidered on their chests. The light from the card in the hand of the person in the lead had not yet faded.

"The Card Masters Association is here!" someone shouted, and everyone looked out the window again.

Master Huang was taken aback. He glanced out the window, straightened his clothes, stepped out of the shield, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked calm.

"They arrived just as I made my move." He coughed lightly, his voice just loud enough for the people around him to hear. "Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were the ones who made the move."

Lin Fan glanced at Master Huang; at that moment, he was certain that this man was a fraud.

The leader of the Card Masters Association left a house defense card in the security room, then turned and waved to the people behind him.

"Spread out to the designated areas as planned, find the Ghost King, and send a message immediately!"

The group nodded, and without lingering, they vanished in all directions.

Not long after the Card Master Association members left, heavy footsteps echoed from the fog, and a black demon, about two people tall, covered in fat, and with a ferocious face, slowly emerged from the eerie fog.

"Another one!" Lin Fan stared at the black man, but he wasn't overly panicked. After experiencing what had just happened, he knew that being afraid was useless.

It's better to rely on yourself than on others. What if the house defense card can't stop this wave of monsters? Thinking of the hurried departure of those people from the Card Association, who are also short-handed, we still have to rely on ourselves.

He quickly took out the cards from his pocket.

【Lightning Summoning】can only be used once. Once the card is used up, it's useless. This card is simply not enough in this strange tide. Who knows, a bunch of strange creatures might appear next time.

[Yellow Turban Warrior], a material card bought by the original owner. This ability is only good for being a bodyguard, and it is obviously not enough to deal with those strange creatures.

There are three blank cards.

Making cards! The idea exploded in his mind.

But this idea was quickly extinguished by reality: making cards requires materials, and it seems there aren't enough of them!

Lin Fan glanced around and found that apart from the desk and computer, the security room didn't even have the most basic rubber baton. This gave him a headache, and his hand holding the cards turned slightly white.

What should be used to make it?

"Master Huang, quickly summon your [Master of the Dao]! That black ghost is walking this way."

"No rush, didn't the Card Master Association give us house defense cards? Let's use them first." As he spoke, he took out his so-called purple card and pretended to summon it.

Upon hearing the source of the sound, Lin Fan's eyes lit up.

"Isn't this readily available?"

His gaze fell on the yellow robe worn by Master Huang and the peach wood sword on his back.

Without thinking twice, he rushed forward and began to pull at Master Huang's clothes.

"You've gone mad." Seeing this, several people stepped forward to stop him.

Lin Fan didn't bother explaining to these people. With a flash of light in his hand, the tall figure of the Yellow Turban Warrior appeared out of thin air beside him, instantly intimidating the few people who rushed forward.

"You, you, you're also a card master?" Master Huang stammered.

Lin Fan ignored him, took off his Taoist robe, and kicked Huang Daoshi on the back. If this guy hadn't tricked everyone out of their defense cards, that person might not have died.

Relying on the intimidation of the Yellow Turban Warriors, Lin Fan also got to experience the feeling of "bullying others with his power".

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, Lin Fan walked to the corner of the security room with his yellow Taoist robe and peach wood sword.

At this moment, he had already determined his direction in card production.

Yellow Turban Warrior, lightning-summoning technique, yellow Taoist robe, peach wood sword.

Four things were pieced together in his mind to form a card.

Zhang Jiao!

As he took out a blank card, the people next to him began to whisper among themselves.

"What is this person trying to do?"

"Does this look like they're making cards?"

"Didn't he say he wasn't a card maker?"

Who knows?

Lin Fan closed his eyes, ignoring everyone else. All he needed to do now was concentrate and take the first step.

"Name decided, Zhang Jiao!"

Lin Fan used his mental power to inscribe the two characters "Zhang Jiao" on the card.

Next comes story construction.

Zhang Jiao was originally a failed scholar who, by chance, obtained the "Book of Great Peace and Clarity." After comprehending its meaning, he communicated with the will of Heaven and learned the forbidden art of commanding the souls of the dead.

After the failed uprising, he died of illness. The talisman seed grew within his body, intertwining with the spirits of the dead. He was no longer Zhang Jiao, but the incarnation of "Yellow Heaven."

After doing all that, he glanced at the Yellow Turban Warrior, because he was about to begin the most crucial step in making the card.

Design the card!

This requires not only the card maker to imagine in their mind, but also to use their mental strength to carve the pattern on the card surface, which is a very energy-consuming step.

Zhang Jiao stood atop the mountain, the sky behind him torn apart, lightning raging, and beneath the thunderclouds, his Taoist robes billowed, talismans floating around him. He held a peach wood sword, and countless Yellow Turban warriors knelt in worship at his feet.

"Not bad!" Lin Fan exhaled and waved to the Yellow Turban Warrior. The four items used as materials were absorbed into the blank card. The card had the power to absorb spiritual energy and could absorb the relevant materials.

The final step was to design the card backs, which corresponded to the card categories. Lin Fan then designed the backs for the Summoning Cards.

After doing all this, Lin Fan sat quietly and waited.

Outside, the evil spirit punched the security room. The golden protective shield outside the building swayed slightly, but then stabilized.

The demon withdrew its fist, its turbid eyes staring at the layer of light blocking its path. A low roar escaped its throat, and the force of its attack on the protective shield intensified, causing the light barrier to tremble violently, making everyone shake.

The demon's fist glowed red, a malevolent aura that could only be condensed from the killing of countless people. As the fist fell, a crack appeared, and a large hole appeared in the light shield.

Immediately afterwards, the demon grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands and exerted force. With a tearing sound, the protective shield was ripped in two like paper.

The house defense card affixed inside the house suddenly burst open.

"Master Huang, where's your card? You don't need to come out yet."

Master Huang huddled awkwardly in the corner, his former dignity completely gone.

"Don't waste your time. If he were really that capable, he wouldn't have had his clothes stripped off by that young man."

All eyes turned to Lin Fan, who was sitting with his eyes closed. Only then did they realize how foolish it had been not to listen to him.

The evil spirit ripped off the roof of the security room, and rubble crashed down, revealing the sky shrouded in eerie mist.

It bent down, its drooling mouth almost reaching into the room, and a pitch-black hand reached out to grab the crowd.

"call"

Lin Fan exhaled and opened his eyes. Behind him, the phantom of a Taoist in a yellow robe appeared, holding a peach wood sword and pointing it to the sky.

"May the Thunder God help me!"