After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 126 The soul is gone
After Song Miaozhu left Liushang Courtyard, he immediately flashed back to the Ghost Shop warehouse, then regained his soul and returned to the world of the living.

The body on the bed was becoming increasingly pale, but soon returned to normal after the soul returned.

If you circulate your spiritual power again, it will be even safer.

"The entertainment in Yunlai Tower was really too comfortable!" Song Miaozhu patted his chest with some fear, as he almost came back late.

Surrounded and served by a group of handsome men and beautiful women with high emotional intelligence, Song Miaozhu could also listen to the gossip of ancestors and win money by playing cards. She had never experienced such happiness in her life and was having so much fun that she didn't want to leave.

I even had a feeling that even if I died, it would be nice to have fun in the underworld.

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and Song Miaozhu woke up.

If becoming an immortal and achieving immortality is real, then being an immortal and a heavenly ghost shop owner would be the happiest person, as he would not only enjoy the infinite possibilities of the living, but also not be subject to the birth, old age, sickness and death of the living, and could also enjoy the leisurely pastime of the dead.

Song Miaozhu jumped off the bed with a somersault.

I haven’t practiced the paper man curse technique today!

She is now in the safe house in the basement where her physical body is kept. A few steps outside is where the cursed paper man is kept.

As she entered the room, she sighed, "The house isn't as lively as it used to be!"

In the past, this room was covered with cursed paper figures.

She had to be careful not to step on them when she came in.

Now there are only three cursed paper figures here, and Song Miaozhu walked in swaggeringly.

You don't even need to prepare a bowl of rooster blood; even a small bottle cap is a bit too much.

But there was nothing she could do. Song Miaozhu only knew that this place was full of Japanese devils, and it would be a good idea to kill them.

No matter how much you sigh, you still have to work.

She poured a small bottle cap of rooster blood, mobilized her spiritual power, and began to curse:
"Evil ghost from Japan, one needle pierces the head, two needles pierce the throat, three needles pierce the chest, yang energy enters the body, resentment dissipates, ghost power..."

Before he could finish his words, the paper figure, which was covered with bloody holes from the needles, suddenly caught fire and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The Japanese ghost was blown away.

“…” Song Miaozhu had no choice but to curse another Japanese ghost.

I didn't expect that he would die after just one injection.

"It's too fragile!" Song Miaozhu said regretfully.

Now, she only has Guitouzi as her practice partner.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have poured out so much blood today.

Looking at the last paper figure that was being held down by a bullet of resentment, Song Miaozhu decided that all the acupuncture needles that were saved today would be attributed to this last ghost leader.

Rooster blood cannot be wasted.

"You've absorbed so much of their dissipated resentment. Shouldn't you be able to hold on a little longer?"

After Song Miaozhu finished speaking, she began to curse.

After cursing once, curse again.

After cursing for the second time, curse for the third time.

After cursing three times, there was only a little rooster blood left in the bottle cap. Song Miaozhu simply cursed again in one go to use up all the rooster blood.

Anyway, the ghost leader seems to have a lot of resentment in him, and he won't die for a while.

As soon as he wrapped the needle tip in blood and took it out, mobilized his spiritual power, and prepared to chant the spell, the resentment of the cursed paper figurine representing the ghost leader quickly dissipated, and finally burned up on its own and turned to ashes. The blood on the needle tip dripped to the ground with a plop. Song Miaozhu: "..."

She swore she hadn't started cursing yet!

The resentment of all the ghosts is concentrated on the ghost leader, so he shouldn't be unable to bear it and die now!
"Wait, he's not going to commit suicide!"

Song Miaozhu realized it later.

If you think about it carefully, there is an invisible enemy that tortures you at irregular intervals every day. Your whole body feels like it's being pricked by needles, and your strength is crumbling bit by bit. It seems like your life is really miserable.

The ghost leader was also scared out of his wits. Song Miaozhu felt lost and said, "What am I going to use to practice the paper figurine spell from now on?"

There is only one ghost mountain in Lingcheng, and I have never heard of any Japanese ghosts lurking elsewhere.

Whether there are any other places, only the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau knows.

She and the ghost shopkeepers had jointly complained to the Spirit Adjustment Bureau. If she exposed the paper man curse again, she was afraid that she would be labeled a social reactionary.

The paper man spell must be used secretly to be effective. If others know about it, it will be meaningless.

The police station had previously said they wanted her to cooperate in solving the case, but there had been no news since then. She could take this opportunity to get some of the criminal's blood, hair, etc. and curse him.

Instead of cursing people to have their souls scattered to pieces, you can just curse them to be unlucky and get caught!

Wait, a prisoner?
Song Miaozhu's eyes lit up.

Since the police don't come looking for her, can't she just go find the criminal herself?
There are so many wanted criminals, and rewards are still being offered for their capture!
Back then, when she was doing odd jobs to earn money, she even studied the reward notices posted online by the police!

They are all ordinary people, with names, photos, and registered places of residence. With her current level of paper figurine spells, it shouldn't be a problem to cast a small curse on them, right?
The more Song Miaozhu thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, so she quickly left the basement.

I went to the living room on the first floor to find my cell phone. Just as I was about to check some information, more than ten missed calls popped up.

They are all Chen Yuanyuan’s.

They usually communicate through green bubbles and rarely call each other unless there is something important.

Song Miaozhu quickly called Chen Yuanyuan back.

"You finally answered the phone! Miaozhu, there's a big move at school!" Chen Yuanyuan's voice came from the phone.

"What big move?" Song Miaozhu asked.

"Yesterday, the college suddenly announced that they were adding a compulsory craftsmanship course! Starting with our class, all students must complete a basic craftsmanship course during their time at the school. Only with proof of at least 60 hours of study can they receive credits for this compulsory craftsmanship course.

And only after getting a letter of recommendation from a master craftsman can you apply to be an outstanding student or outstanding graduate.

In order not to affect our graduation as a senior, the college is now preparing to give priority to arranging our senior classes. The compulsory skills courses will be concentrated for ten days.

Another notice has just been sent out. The course selection system will be open at 2 pm today and classes will start next Monday.

Do you think this is an exaggeration? People on the school forums were saying that the school's account had been hacked, and that they had suddenly made this inexplicable arrangement.

But the counselors said in the group that this was the arrangement of the Education Bureau and must be implemented. If you miss this unified class schedule, you will have to delay your graduation.

I feel like the spiritual energy revival might be real! Otherwise, the academy wouldn't have issued this kind of notice!
What kind of novel has come true? I'm so excited! When will you return to school?

Chen Yuanyuan's excited voice came from the phone.

"So you didn't believe what I told you before?" Song Miaozhu said.

"Well... although I read a lot of novels, I can still clearly distinguish between novels and reality!" Chen Yuanyuan said guiltily.

"Then why did you listen to me and learn illustration?" Song Miaozhu asked.

(End of this chapter)