I've already ascended to immortality, and only now is spiritual energy reviving?

The calico cat jumped off the sofa armrest and circled the female doppelganger twice.

It tilted its head back and meowed.

They clearly didn't recognize that this thing had anything to do with Bai Sheng.

"Wait a minute, this woman looks familiar..."

Bai Sheng fell silent.

This seems to be an art teacher from Japan, the land of cherry blossoms.

Although I can't remember it, I vaguely recall...

This was my mentor back then.

"That's understandable, since I'm just relying on instinct to create the character's face."

"Tsk tsk, isn't that a kind of talent?"

Bai Sheng stopped dwelling on the issue.

After dispersing the female clone, Bai Sheng created several more male clones.

Each one had a different face shape adjusted.

He discovered that his memory for facial muscles was far better than he had expected.

It can even be done to the point of complete freedom.

Perhaps it's an additional effect brought about by the second level of perception?

As long as you can clearly visualize the outline of a face in your mind,

The clone's facial features can be reproduced quite accurately.

……

In front of an apartment building,

"Oh, it's unnecessary, it's all superstition..."

"You child, do you think I want to do these things for you?"

"The problem is that after several visits to several hospitals, they still couldn't find anything."

Headache, stomachache, sprained ankle—can these be normal ailments?

"It must have hit something!"

Zhou Min, of course, didn't believe any of this, but she simply didn't have the strength to refute it.

She still had a plaster on her ankle, her head was spinning, and all she wanted was to find a place to sit down and rest.

Zhou Min followed her mother into the house.

The shaman lived on the first floor and converted the living room into an incense shrine.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The room was filled with the smell of sandalwood mixed with paper ash.

Zhou Min frowned and glanced at the corner of the wall.

Inside the shrine was a statue of a deity draped in red cloth.

An incense burner and several offerings were placed next to it.

The old woman who practiced shamanism was sitting there smoking; she was probably in her sixties, sitting cross-legged in a grand chair.

She asked Zhou Min to sit down, inquired about her birth date and time, lit three incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner, then closed her eyes and muttered incantations.

The incense flickered a few times in the dimly lit living room.

The old lady suddenly opened her eyes.

Have you offended anyone recently?

Zhou Min paused for a moment, then quickly shook her head.

Her mother, growing impatient, gave her a push: "Think about it again!"

Chapter 51 She liked to wear jade pendants around her neck

The old lady ignored her mother's urging and continued talking to herself:

"My dear daughter, I can see that you have indeed not offended any deities."

But someone took something from you, attached it to a small figure, and tied your vital energy to that thing.

Your headache, stomachache, and sprained ankle—it was all their doing.

Zhou Min's first reaction to these words was that they were absurd.

As a college student who received a materialist education from a young age,

She never believed in ghosts or gods.

Have you lost anything from your person recently?

Or perhaps someone picked up a hair somewhere?

Zhou Min was stunned when she heard this.

That's actually quite possible!

It's somewhat possible.

But not many.

Not to mention that people lose hair every day,

This is a very common phenomenon.

Even if we really have to say who she offended...

There are so many!

For example, her awful roommate, her ex-boyfriend, and a few classmates...

There are too many to list.

Does she really intend to investigate them one by one?

Should we subtly probe each of them and observe their reactions?

joke!

“I lose hair every day, every class, it’s normal. How would I know who picked up my hair?”

Zhou Min gave a perfunctory reply.

"Ah~"

The old lady sighed.

While she was in a daze,

The old woman stood up and went to the shrine.

Take a yellow talisman folded into a triangle from the offering table.

He drew several lines on it with cinnabar.

She handed the talisman to Zhou Min with considerable certainty:

"Wear this talisman close to your body, and your symptoms will definitely improve within three days. Incense money: 600."

to be frank,

She didn't believe it to begin with.

Plus, with such an absurd price,

I don't believe it anymore!

Zhou Min was about to refuse,

Her mother snatched it away, and she thanked her repeatedly.

He counted out six banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table.

The old lady put the money away carefully.

He closed his eyes again and waved to signal that the guest had to leave.

Zhou Min had no choice.

Although she really wanted to get angry, seeing her mother's happy expression...

We had no choice but to give up.

Zhou Min was resentful, but there was nothing she could do.

Moreover, what the old lady said sounded quite mystical.

But fantasy isn't entirely unacceptable.