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    Chapter 47: Exclusively published by Jin-Jiang Literature City

    Hu Miaoxue was protected by the Supernatural Department because of the talisman, but she was actually under house arrest in disguise, for fear that she would be harmed by ghosts and the talisman would be lost or used up.

    The Supernatural Department asked Hu Miaoxue how he drew this spell.

    Of course she didn't know how this charm was drawn, so she could only prevaricate: "It was included in an antique I bought at a stall. There were only a few of them. I only discovered by chance that these charms can drive away ghosts, but  It doesn¡¯t actually have much effect.¡±

    The system gave her the temporary identity of classmate Shan Siqin, and the memory instilled in her was that she had indeed bought fake antiques at a stall. Even though they were nominally antiques, in fact, both the seller and the buyer knew they were fake antiques.  , the price is also very low.

    The Supernatural Department sent people to investigate and searched the fake antique vendor but found no clues related to the charm.

    In the end, I had to find a way to copy the spell myself.

    The Supernatural Department sent people to find many Taoist monks and asked them to look at a charm handed over by Hu Miaoxue and draw the gourd and the gourd.

    ¡°Perhaps many of these Taoist monks are just swindlers and have no real abilities, but being a liar also requires some unique skills, such as being particularly good at painting ghosts and talismans.

    They drew the spells according to Hu Miaoxue, and some of them were exactly the same, but it was a pity that it was just an ordinary piece of paper, so it was useless.

    The Supernatural Department also thought about whether the paper and pen and ink used were different, but they could not check what material the spell was made of.

    Hu Miaoxue watched the people in the Supernatural Department tossing and tossing with no result, and couldn't help but said to the system: "Can't I really learn how to draw this spell?"  ¡¿

    The system said: [This is the ghost exorcism spell in the world of cultivation. You can learn it when you travel through the world of cultivation.  ¡¿

    Hu Miaoxue¡¯s eyes lit up: [Can I travel to the world of cultivation in the future?  ¡¿

    The system said calmly: [Do you think what this system said about letting you travel through various worlds to conquer male gods is false?  There are also male gods in the world of cultivation!  ¡¿

    Hu Miaoxue was a little excited, "Cultivation!"  Can she fly with a sword?  Every mortal has a dream of cultivation!

    She didn't bother the system with the talisman anymore, but when she saw the people from the Supernatural Department trying in vain to copy the talisman, she couldn't help complaining: "It's impossible for you to draw it exactly the same as the talisman. It's better to just copy it. At least  looks good!"

    She complained because she was really tired of this kind of house arrest.

    Unexpectedly, the people from the Supernatural Department suddenly said in surprise: "Yes, why didn't we think of copying?"

    Hu Miaoxue was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it? I just said it casually, don't you really think that copying can copy the spell?"

    How could it be that simple?

    ¡°Then the people from the Supernatural Department took the spell to the copier and copied it using ordinary ink and A4 white paper. The copied spell was exactly the same, but nothing happened.

    In line with the principle that practice brings results, the people from the Supernatural Department changed the ink to the cinnabar blood ink used by Taoist monks to draw spells, and the paper to yellow spell paper, and made another copy.

    When the copying spell was pushed out of the copy machine, a member of the Supernatural Department with a good ghost on the side, Jing, exclaimed: "It works!"

    Everyone turned to look at him, and he said in surprise: "My grandfather told me that although he felt that this copy of the talisman was not as good as the original talisman, it still made him feel uncomfortable, and it was a bit uncomfortable to get close to it!"  The good ghost next to him is his deceased grandfather.

    Hu Miaoxue was stunned: "Is it really effective?"

    The system said: [Not surprising, this kind of low-level talisman only needs to be drawn exactly according to the original talisman pattern to be successful.  However, it is impossible for a mortal without practice to successfully draw a painting flawlessly. Even if it looks similar to the naked eye, it cannot perceive the fine details of the spell lines like a monk.  But I didn¡¯t expect that a copier could actually copy spells!  ¡¿

    But the copy machine did indeed copy the original spell exactly.

    Perhaps because of the accuracy of the machine, the success rate of copied spells is not high, but the success rate is much higher than that of ordinary mortals who draw it by hand.

    And then the copy machine copied the spell again, and it turned out that it failed many times before it succeeded in copying it once by chance.

    Even the system had to lament the good luck of this group of humans, who succeeded in copying for the first time.  If the first copy fails, then they will not continue to try to copy, and naturally they will not find that the copier can also copy spells!

    After the Supernatural Department reported the good news, they took another one from Hu Miaoxue.At the door of the classroom, he pushed open the ajar door and looked at the dozens of students who were looking over with frightened expressions. He smiled and said, "I'm here to pick up my sister from school."

    Shan Siqin stood up in surprise: "Brother!"

    The other students who could not move their bodies below the neck looked at Shan Siqin and wondered: "Why can Shan Siqin still move?"

    Shan Sibo smiled at Shan Siqin and said, "Siqin, don't be afraid. Just sit down and wait for your brother."

    Then Shan Sibai turned to look at the well-dressed teacher standing on the podium - he really turned his head, a 180-degree turn.

    The sound of bones cracking reached the students' ears, making them even more frightened. There was another ghost!

    Shan Sibai looked at the teacher on the podium with a smile and said, "Hello, can school be over? It's time for the students to go home for dinner."

    The teacher on the podium was holding up his clothes, no, not his clothes, but the human skin he was wearing, with a cold smile on his wrinkled face.

    The wrinkles on its face are not wrinkles, but the human skin has not been tightened and wrinkled together, making it look particularly disgusting and terrifying.

    But Shan Sibai looked at it as if he were really looking at a dragging teacher.

    This ¡®teacher¡¯ said gloomily: ¡°Classmate, do you want to come in for class?¡±

    The smile on Shan Sibai's face gradually became weird: "I wanted to let you go, but you are seeking death yourself!"

    His body suddenly fell limp to the ground, but a figure was still standing upright on the spot. In the eyes of others, it was as if he suddenly turned into two Shan Sibais, one fell to the ground and the other stood.

    Standing was Shan Sibo¡¯s solid ghost body, which was not much different from his physical body. He took off his body, and it was most convenient to use the ghost body to deal with ghosts.

    However, what he didn't expect was that the evil ghost on the podium who dared to confront him just now quickly turned into a black smoke and shot out the window, leaving only a bloody human skin half hanging on the podium, floating in the air.  A sway.

    Shan Sibo watched the evil ghost escape and stood there without moving. The surging ghost energy on his body turned into a jet-black ghost hand and grabbed it, much faster than the escaped evil ghost.

    Just like he wanted to hold a chocolate bean, he pinched the devil with his ghostly hands, then grabbed it back, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it. Unfortunately, it didn't taste like chocolate beans, but also had the smell of rotten human skin.  , making him frown.

    After finishing lunch, Shan Sibai fell into his body on the ground, then dressed the body and stood up, then straightened his twisted neck with a click.

    He smiled and walked towards Shan Siqin.

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    It was fine when I posted the update of Marshal Wei next door at around 10 o'clock. However, when I finished writing this chapter and prepared to update it, I found that there was a power outage, the wifi did not work, and the data network changed from the [4g] sign to [e], and sometimes the connection was not connected.  ¡¾e¡¿all disappeared, no signal at all.

    The anxious feeling of being isolated from the world after disconnecting from the Internet is too uncomfortable

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