Everyone's Suppressing Ghosts: Others Contract Divine Weapons, I Contract Blank Paper

Chapter 20 Where did all these packages come from? Beijing Ghost Stories Exchange Group!

The next morning.

Jiangcheng Town Ghost Academy, downstairs in the student dormitory building.

Three support carts were parked at the entrance.

Box after box of blank talisman paper were piled on the ground.

The box was labeled with tags from the Bureau of Spirituality and the College's logistics department.

[Reimbursement from the Spirit Management Bureau for supplies: 1350 blank talisman sheets.]

[Excellent rating reward: 1350 blank talisman sheets.]

[Materials needed for the Practical Training Camp: 1000 blank talisman papers.]

Total: 3700 blank talisman sheets.

There were also a few small boxes nearby.

[Low-grade Rune Ink: 20 bottles.]

[Talisman storage boxes: 5 pieces.]

[Basic texturing pens: 10]

The dormitory supervisor looked at the pile of boxes and stopped writing with his pen.

"Xu Du".

"Are you going to open a paper mill?"

The students passing by all stopped.

"Holy crap, so many?"

"They're all blank talisman papers, bro—"

"Reimbursed by the Bureau of Spirits and Neighborhood Affairs, plus supplies?"

"I spent 1300 on the quest yesterday."

"Should we just pay the full 3,700 today?"

"Other people polish their talismans every time they are used."

"He makes one call, and then he has extra tissues."

"—The key point is that he didn't pay for this one himself."

Xu Du walked out of the dormitory building.

Black coat.

A white paper lantern, meant to guide the soul, hangs beside me.

His expression was no different from usual.

A logistics staff member handed over the receipt board.

"Xu Du, supplies for the Lingzhi Bureau and the Practical Training Department."

"Sign it."

Xu Du took the pen.

signature.

The logistics teacher glanced at the pile of boxes, then at Xu Du.

"Should I send all of these to your dorm?"

Xu Du said, "The warehouse."

"----storehouse?"

"The practical training department has provided you with a temporary consumables warehouse."

"Um."

The logistics staff collected the forms.

"Then let's move there."

Several support staff members began pushing the boxes.

The moment the cardboard box moved, the murmurs of the students watching grew louder.

"Temporary supplies warehouse?"

"He's a freshman, opening a warehouse all by himself, bro?"

"If you clear out 333 Yin Fiends in one mission, you'll get a contribution rate of 73%."

"The key is that he started with abandoned town artifacts."

"The white paper lamp was lying at the very bottom of the abandoned warehouse just a few days ago."

"Now, the Bureau of Spirits Management is supplying it with consumables."

"————This contrast."

Someone immediately opened the college forum and posted a message.

[Live Update: A mountain of packages, all blank talisman papers, are piled up downstairs at Xu Du's dormitory!]

[Reimbursement from the Bureau of Spirits Management + Rewards for Excellent Reviews, totaling 3700 cards!]

[Has the White Paper Lamp officially entered the era of "official paper-raising"?]

While others lose merit points for maintaining their town's inn, he's out there doing paper repairs!

The post had barely been published when replies started popping up.

[Yesterday I was saying that white paper lamps were a waste of paper, but today the Bureau of Spirits Management directly replaced them.]

"This is waste paper? This is ammunition replenishment, bro."

[From now on, when Xu Du goes on a mission, should he first ask: Who will reimburse the paper expenses?]

[All supplies for the Anmin Community's tasks were reimbursed, contributing 73% of the total. Who would dare not report it?]

Xu Du did not check the forum.

He followed the logistics vehicle to the temporary warehouse of the training department.

The warehouse door opened.

A row of shelves has already been cleared out inside.

The logistics staff carried in boxes of blank talisman paper one by one.

Teacher Chen stood at the door, holding a tablet in her hand.

"Xu Du, this is your temporary supplies registration form."

"Currently, we have 3,700 blank talismans in stock."

"Twenty bottles of talisman ink."

Five cardboard boxes.

"Ten brushes for drawing lines."

She paused.

"The practical training camp starts tomorrow, and these are all considered preparatory materials."

Xu Du nodded.

"understood."

Teacher Chen glanced at him.

"You now have the freedom to accept orders below level B, and the consumption of consumables will only increase."

"Register before each mission from now on."

Xu Du: "Mm."

Teacher Chen handed him the tablet.

His personal supply bar has been refreshed on the screen.

[Xu Du.]

[Amulet for warding off evil spirits: A white paper lantern to guide the soul.]

[Current rating: Special Grade A.]

Standard consumable: Blank talisman paper.

Current stock of consumables: 3700 sheets.

[Current Merit Points: 5996]

[Permissions: You may freely accept tasks below level B.]

[Note: Task expenses can be reimbursed based on task evaluation.]

Teacher Chen said, "This is the first time Jiang Gui has appeared in your consumables note."

A support staff member standing nearby couldn't help but chime in.

"I've been in this line of work for twenty years."

"I've only ever seen items that are worn out, under maintenance, or repaired."

"Repair...repair paper?"

Another teacher chimed in quietly, "You're still subsidizing by the box, bro?"

Teacher Chen ignored them and simply took back the registration forms.

"Special training camp information session at 1 p.m."

Don't be late.

Xu Du: "Hmm."

""

noon.

Jiang Gui's Canteen.

When Xu Du sat down with his meal, the students around him noticeably quieted down.

Then they lowered their voices and continued discussing.

"—He's here."

Did you see that pile of papers this morning?

"Eight big boxes, bro."

"I took pictures; the area downstairs in the dormitory is all white."

"Hey, what exactly is this thing supposed to be, a talisman?"

"The file says 'Special Grade A,' doesn't it?"

"I understand Grade A, but I really don't understand Special Grade A."

"Did you see that old file post from last night?"

"I've seen it, the first three were all crazy."

"The first one experienced auditory hallucinations and sleepwalking, the second one suffered from incoherent crying and laughing, and the third one's life light simply went out."

"Then how come he's completely unharmed?"

"I don't know."

"Look at his condition."

"Hey, he's really not crazy, bro."

"Not only are they not crazy."

"They're getting more and more stable as they play."

'

'

"Who the hell is leading whom here?"

Xu Du sat in the corner, eating quietly.

The phone was placed on the table.

The notifications on the college forum are still popping up.

[The old files from the White Paper Lamp project have been featured on the homepage again.]

Why didn't his first three wives go insane?

What path did Xu Du choose?

Xu Du glanced at it.

I didn't open it.

Keep eating.

Upon witnessing this, the students lowered their voices even further.

"—He really won't watch it?"

"Everyone's saying he might be going crazy."

"He's eating."

"6

'

"Don't you think this—"

"—Is it even scarier?"

After finishing his meal, Xu Du put his plate back in the recycling bin.

As soon as I stepped out of the cafeteria, I saw a figure standing outside.

Zhou Cheng.

Black training uniform.

A peach wood sword with thunder patterns hung at his waist.

He didn't bring anyone with him.

A person stands at the entrance of the cafeteria.

The surrounding students immediately stopped.

The once bustling entrance quickly fell silent.

Zhou Cheng looked up at Xu Du.

"Xu Du".

Xu Du stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Cheng's gaze fell on the white paper soul-guiding lamp beside him.

The lamp was quiet and still.

There is no light.

There is no wind.

It still looks like that funeral paper lantern.

Zhou Cheng stared at the lamp for a long time.

The voice was kept very low.

"—The three predecessors of the white paper lamp."

"They've all gone mad."

The surrounding students' expressions changed slightly.

No one spoke.

Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth.

He looked up and stared at Xu Du.

"I hope you're the fourth."

After those words were spoken, the entrance to the cafeteria fell completely silent.

Someone subconsciously looked at Xu Du.

Xu Du remained silent.

He only glanced at Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng's fingers rested on the hilt of the peach wood sword with thunder patterns.

A tiny lightning bolt pattern on the hilt of the sword flashed briefly.

But he did not draw his sword.

He also knew that this was not the place to take action.

Zhou Cheng stared intently at Xu Du.

His chest heaved twice.

"This time."

He paused for a moment.

"You win."

He paused again.

"I will come again."

After saying that, he turned and left.

No further words were needed.

He didn't look back.

The surrounding students held their breath for a long time, until Zhou Cheng walked away before someone spoke up in a low voice.

"—Is Zhou Cheng here to issue a challenge?"

"It's impossible for Cheng-ge to reconcile with Xu Du."

"After what happened to his father?"

"Don't mention it, don't mention it, or someone will hear us."

"But what he just said..."

"—That's really poisonous, bro."

"I hope Xu Du is the fourth one to go mad."

"—Only Zhou Cheng would dare to say such a thing."

Someone looked at Xu Du again.

Xu Du has already moved towards the practical training department.

It was as if nothing had happened.

A white paper lantern, meant to guide the soul, hung beside his hand.

The lamp paper swayed slightly.

There is no light.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Practical training course briefing.

The list of participants in the special training camp was displayed on the screen.

[List of participants for the first cohort of the Jianggui Practical Training Camp.]

[Xu Du.]

Gu Hanzhou.

Qin Zhaoxue.

Zhou Cheng.

[Zhao Lin.]

【————】

There's also a note next to it.

[Training Assistant: Song Lin]

[Affiliation: Trainee Ghost Slayer, Third Action Team, Jiangcheng Ghost Management Bureau.]

A murmur of discussion broke out in the conference room.

"Song Lin is here too?"

"The trainee team from Anmin Residential Area?"

Let's train together.

"Xu Du this————"

"—The Bureau of Spiritual Affairs trainees have all been brought in for training."

Lin Qingzhu stood in front of the main screen.

"The special training camp starts tomorrow."

"The first item was originally planned to be team coordination."

"Adjust now."

She raised her hand, and the screen switched.

"The Beijing-based anti-theft exchange delegation will arrive tomorrow."

"The Beijing-Guilty Exchange Program will be incorporated into the first item of the special training camp."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Teacher Chen added from the side: "The Beijing Ghost Stories team has sent a formal exchange application."

Screen switching.

A letter of inquiry was sent.

[Application for Exchange Visit to the Jingcheng Ghost Academy]

[Target Audience: Jiangcheng Town Ghost Academy]

Team Leader: Lin Xue.

[Item for warding off evil spirits: Nine-section Frostbone Whip.]

[Rating: A+]

[Team member: Deng Qi.]

[Item for warding off evil: Silver Halberd.]

[Rating: A]

[Exchange Program: Joint Practical Training]

[Access time: 9:00 AM tomorrow.]

The moment the screen lit up, a low gasp filled the conference room.

Holy crap.

"A+ Nine-Section Frost Bone Whip."

"Lin Xue?"

"Is Lin Xue from 'The Mysteries of Beijing' coming?"

"Deng Qi is here too, with his A-grade Shattering Silver Halberd."

"—The lineup of the Kyoto Mystery."

"Does it even need to be asked who came from?"

No one said it outright.

But everyone's eyes were on Xu Du.

Teacher Chen pushed up his glasses.

"In the application for the Beijing Ghost Stories, they specifically requested to see the practical data on the White Paper Soul-Guiding Lamp."

Lin Xue herself added a sentence.

Another line of text popped up at the bottom of the screen.

[Team Leader's Note - Lin Xue: I'd like to see the one in Jiangcheng that uses paper.]

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Gu Hanzhou looked at Xu Du.

Qin Zhaoxue also looked at Xu Du.

Zhou Cheng sat in the back row.

He didn't look up.

The knuckles turned white when pressed against the table.

Lin Qingzhu didn't say much, only that it was "nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Jiang Gui, receive the Beijing Gui exchange group."

"The first item of the special training camp: joint practical training."

Xu Du looked at the name on the screen.

Lin Xue.

A+ Nine-Section Frost Bone Whip.

He only replied with one word.

"Um."