As soon as he squatted down, Li Ang realized there was a moderately long brush tucked into the back of his waistband.
He pulled out the brush and scrutinized it. The handle was made of fine bamboo, and the tip consisted of wolf hair—moderately long, firm, and pointed. The very tip was soaked in bright red cinnabar paint.
After discreetly activating his Cat's Eye Spiritual Sense to inspect it, Li Ang still couldn't find anything unusual about this script prop. It really just seemed like a cheap brush one could buy for twenty yuan at a stationery store.
This thing would break with just a bend...
Gingerly testing the sturdiness of the brush handle, Li Ang thought to himself, I can't put it in my backpack slot, so my only option is to carry it. It could easily be damaged, or the cinnabar paint on the tip could be rubbed off. As for whether the brush would still work on talismans once the handle is damaged or the paint is worn off... only the System knows.
