Ji Jiayi felt a chill down his spine at this moment, drenched in cold sweat.
This was just too risky.
He handed over the black ash he had scraped together to a few people, "This talisman might have really saved me."
"What? Dude, are you freaking out?"
"Or are you still drunk?"
Since when could a talisman stop bullets.
They definitely didn't believe it.
Previously, Ji Jiayi wouldn't have believed it either, but the sensation he just experienced was so distinct that he couldn't ignore it.
"Really, when the bullet hit me, I felt a force rebounding, and then the talisman in my pocket heated up and turned into ash."
"And then the bullet didn't hurt me."
Seeing him so earnestly convincing, everyone started to harbor some doubts.
Someone suggested, "Let's call over the weapons and case-solving experts, then we'll know if this talisman really had something to do with it."
Ji Jiayi nodded, "Okay!"
He and the others made some phone calls and stood waiting there.
