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

Chapter 87 Paper Armor
In addition to the paper man carrier and the spiritual power of the spirit, the paper man spell also requires something related to the cursed object as a medium.

And the deeper the connection, the better the curse.

The only people Song Miaozhu could think of cursing now were the Japanese ghosts in the back mountain of the Golden Rose Mountain Resort.

But now, she only knows the location of the Japanese ghost.

The location of the cursed object can serve as a medium for the curse, but the connection is not deep enough, and Song Miaozhu is still in the learning stage, so I'm afraid it won't have much effect.

It would be best if we could get some body tissues of those Japanese ghosts.

The mountain is too gloomy, and it is not Fengdu City managed by ghost officials, and Japanese ghosts do not have household registration in the underworld.

It was a place where almost no one could control it, so Song Miaozhu didn't intend to put himself in danger.

But now she has 40 little paper figures.

An important function of the paper figures cut out of paper is to act as spies.

However, the little paper people's bodies are a little fragile, so Song Miaozhu plans to use paper clothes and spiritual armor to add a layer of defense for the little paper people, and then let them go to the back mountain of the Summer Resort to dig out curse media and bring them back for her to practice paper man cursing.

She went to the warehouse and took out a piece of bamboo paper. She cut a very small paper dress according to the size of the little paper man, and then used her spiritual power to light it with a specific technique.

The paper clothes were suddenly shrouded in a layer of spiritual light.

The little paper people who were folding gold ingots all looked over.

Song Miaozhu hooked her finger, and the nearest little paper man ran over quickly.

She slapped the paper armor against the little paper man's chest, and it stuck to the little paper man.

"How does it feel?" Song Miaozhu asked.

The little paper man waved his fist, acting as if he was very powerful. To prove his current ability, he jumped into Song Miaozhu's teacup on the table.

Then he jumped out again intact, only the paper armor on his body was slightly dimmed.

The little paper man with paper clothes and armor is not even afraid of water. The defense is quite good.

Other little paper people: (ω)
The ingots were no longer broken, and they all gathered around Song Miaozhu.

"Everyone has it!" said Song Miaozhu.

She took out the mid-grade spirit stone and drew a trace of spiritual energy into the space of her eyebrow spiritual platform to restore her spiritual power.

That attack just now consumed most of her spiritual power.

After she recovered, she began to make the second piece of paper armor.

Just do this fifty times: make paper armor to restore spiritual power, make paper armor to restore physical strength.

I worked until the next morning and finally made fifty small paper-man-sized paper clothes and armor.

He also cut out ten new paper figures, making a total of fifty. Each of them was given a paper armor to enhance their defense.

Just as she was about to cut out some more paper clothes and armor for use, Song Miaozhu's cell phone rang again.

The little paper man brought the phone to her. She picked it up and looked at it, a little surprised: "Boss Wu? Why are you calling at this time?"

Swipe to the answer button: "Hello?"

"Boss Song, no, Master Song, thank you so much!
I just burned the gold ingots I bought from you for my mother yesterday, and she came to me in a dream last night!

She told me to buy some more gold ingots to burn for her. She brought all the gold ingots I burned for her yesterday to me in my dream and asked me to burn this kind of paper money for her in the future!
Could you spare me some more paper ingots from your side?

I have treated my mother so badly over the years."

Boss Wu even changed the way he addressed her.

If it had been two days ago, Song Miaozhu might not have agreed to her.

E Hongjuan had already ordered quite a few of the inferior ingots, waiting for the compensation to come in, and then came to buy them. There weren't many left anyway.

But now, with the help of the little paper people, I have accumulated a lot of low-quality gold ingots.

"Sure! When do you want it?" Song Miaozhu said.

"Now!" Boss Wu said, "I want to burn it today so my mother can have a good life in the underworld sooner!"

"Then come to my house and get it. It's the one with the old locust tree in Xiaozhu Mountain." Song Miaozhu said.

Judging from the images sent by the little paper man, the Anshou Paper Shop is still bustling with activity!
"Okay, okay! I'm at my hometown and will be there in half an hour!" said Boss Wu.

In less than half an hour, Boss Wu arrived.

As soon as he arrived, he held Song Miaozhu's hand and burst into tears:

"Master Song! Thank you so much.

You don’t know, my mother passed away early, and the biggest regret in my life is that I didn’t let her enjoy my blessings.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know I've been burning waste paper for my mother for so many years! She doesn't even have the money to visit me in my dreams! "

Song Miaozhu: “…”

It seems that even if his mother hadn't sent him a dream, he would still be skeptical about what she said before!

"I made these in the past two days. If you want them, I'll sell them all to you!" Song Miaozhu said, pointing to several large baskets of gold ingots in the yard.

Boss Wu was very grateful this time and thanked him repeatedly.

Since he woke up this morning, he decided to worship Song Miaozhu!
He supplies goods to many shops. Although Song Miaozhu is the shop with the largest purchase volume, the purchase volume of other shops combined is also not small.

But the only one who could allow his mother to spend the money he earned and enjoy his blessings was Song Miaozhu.

He had been terrified to continue the cooperation, regretting that he had put himself in danger for the sake of money, but he did not dare to offend Song Miaozhu.

Now I just want to find ways to build a relationship with Song Miaozhuo so that he can buy more gold ingots to burn for me.

"Master Song, I don't think the warehouse issue you mentioned is that urgent anymore. I can definitely deliver the goods to you in the evening!
"Now I'm not afraid of ghosts anymore. Ghosts are all dead people, and some of them you can't even see even if you want to!" said Boss Wu.

Song Miaozhu shook her head: "We still need to build a warehouse. Huaihua Lane is narrow, and it will be difficult for you to unload the goods. If you do this too often, others will notice something is wrong."

"That's true." Boss Wu thought for a moment and said, "The more remote a place you choose for your warehouse, the better. The rent will be cheap, and no one will notice it... Let me think about it!

Oh right! At the end of the cement road at the foot of Xiaozhu Mountain, there is a closed pig farm.

The place is spacious and not crowded.

It went bankrupt less than two years after it was built. The house was big and new.

But if I sell it instead of renting it, I can get that large house for just 30 yuan. I can clean it up and temporarily store my goods there."

"Really?" Song Miaozhu was also worried about this. She hadn't found a suitable warehouse because she didn't want to rent and only wanted to buy one.

Boss Wu saw that there was something interesting going on and quickly said, "I have the pig farm owner's green bubble. I'll check his circle of friends and show you the picture!"

The pig farm in the picture is almost at the Yunwushan Nature Reserve, and there are indeed few people around.

The pig farm is quite large and has a wall.

The houses inside all have cement brick walls and blue colored steel tile roofs, and they have all been cleaned.

With a little arrangement, it can be used as a warehouse.

The second chapter was pinbied today, and you have to wait until it is revised before you can read it.

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