"No, I mean, fatso, aren't we going to battle monsters? Why blindfold?"
Chan Zi touched the black cloth tied around his head tightly by Chen Xuantian, layer upon layer, making him see nothing. A bunch of talismans were stuck to his forehead, hanging down like a curtain.
"Creatures like the Nine-Headed Beast have a famous signature skill. I can't believe they'd make such a notable boss without pairing it with this classic great move. So we have precautions. Don't take off the cloth, even accidentally exposing your face won't hurt you if you remember not to look straight into its eyes."
To be safe, Chen Xuantian fetched a steel helmet from the armory and put it on Chan Zi's head, then pinched the mantra, and Chan Zi felt the talisman papers on his face move without wind, patting his cheeks.
"Later, my Primordial Spirit will emerge to guide you; just follow the talisman's guidance."
"Oh, oh."
