I tiptoed to the side of the infant, slowly squatted down, hesitated for a moment, and then gently poked its head.
Whew... I let out a soft sigh of relief, then took out that small bottle of cinnabar from my bag, and as I had done before, poured some onto my left hand. Next, I placed my right hand into my mouth and bit hard, blood flowing down my fingers. Looking at my bleeding finger, I felt somewhat helpless. Okay, this was the third time I had bitten my finger in the tomb.
After dripping the blood onto the cinnabar in my left hand, I mixed it evenly, then raised my sword finger and began to draw a Corpse Suppressing Talisman on the infant's back. My heart was in my throat as I drew the talisman; although it didn't move when I poked its head, maybe it would react if touched elsewhere.