Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

Zhang Hui returned to the classroom and continued to study calmly. The mock exam would be in a few days, and she had to concentrate on preparing for it.

The rumors on campus had nothing to do with her. She just had to wait a few days for Cheng's father to find out the truth himself.

Three days later, the mock exam ended.

Zhang Hui came out of the examination room and prepared to return to the classroom.

"Zhang Hui!" She turned around and saw that it seemed to be a classmate. What was his name?

"Is there something?" she asked calmly. Although the exam did not require much effort for her, it was an exam after all. She just wanted to relax and not think about anything.

The person who came was none other than Zhao Dong, the boy who had been trying to win her over.

The smile on Zhao Dong's face froze for a moment, but soon recovered. During these three days, he and Zhang Hui were in the same examination room.

Whenever he wanted to pretend to check answers after the exam so as to get close to Zhang Hui and take advantage of every opportunity to win her heart, Zhang Hui always handed in her paper early, and by the time he finished and handed in the paper, she had already disappeared.

Today was a rare opportunity. When he chased her out of the classroom, she was not far away.

"Zhang Hui, I want to compare answers with you." His eyes were enthusiastic, filled with determination to win.

Zhang Hui glanced at him and said in an unchanged tone: "The exam is over. It's useless to know right or wrong. You might as well work harder as usual." After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhao Dong was mad: Did he want to check the answers? He wanted to get more contact with her, to prove that he was not bad, and he was also excellent! He didn't want to listen to her lecture!

Why is he so stubborn? Has he become stupid from studying? If it were any other girl in the class, they would definitely not refuse his request.

"Zhang Hui!" Someone called her name again. Zhang Hui sounded familiar and turned around to see that it was Xiao Qingze.

Zhang Hui was slightly surprised and walked towards him: "You came to the school to see me?"

Xiao Qingze nodded and looked behind her. What did this young boy want to do by stopping Zhang Hui?

"Is there something?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhang Hui also looked behind him. Seeing nothing unusual, he asked him again.

Xiao Qingze, however, brought up a completely unrelated topic: "You are about to take the college entrance exam, so don't be distracted."

Zhang Hui thought he was baffled, but didn't care: "It's okay, I'm going back to the classroom."

"Something happened! Captain An asked me to come and ask for a truth talisman." Xiao Qingze quickly switched to work mode.

"Hmm... the truth talisman is gone."

Xiao Qingze was greatly disappointed. He had spent a lot of effort and careful planning a few days ago to catch a news dealer, but no matter how he was interrogated, he just wouldn't talk.

Because the life of an undercover agent is at stake, the truth talisman must be used. Time is life.

Before he could say goodbye in disappointment, Zhang Hui said, "But if I can find a substitute, I can draw a talisman!"

Xiao Qingze's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked, "What's the substitute?"

“Master once told me that the best blank talisman paper is made from silk from the snow dragon silkworms on Mount Kunlun. It is impervious to water and fire, can hold the most spiritual energy, and can be used the most times.

The middle-quality blank talisman paper is made from the bark of a tree from a special region that is not found here. The inferior one is made from the feathers of the weeping blood bird. "

Xiao Qingze was a little confused. He had never heard of these before. Where should he find them?

Zhang Hui continued, "These three types of blank talisman papers are the most effective. I don't think you'll be able to find them for a while."

Yes, he certainly can't find it, what should he do? "But I found a place with something that can be used as a substitute." Zhang Hui just finished speaking.

Xiao Qingze couldn't help but look at her with resentment. Could the young lady stop talking and breathing heavily? Did she feel a sense of accomplishment by scaring him?

"I'm going to ask for leave from the teacher. Please wait for me." Zhang Hui smiled, found the head teacher and successfully asked for leave.

Because of time constraints today, Xiao Qingze drove the team's car here.

The two got in the car, and Zhang reported the address, "Kowloon Road Pedestrian Street." The car started and headed straight for the destination.

The car soon arrived at the intersection of the pedestrian street. Since the car could not go in, he found a parking space.

Zhang Hui led the way, and Xiao Qingze followed her through the crowd until they arrived at the door of a small shop. Xiao Qingze looked up at the sign: Jiulong Road Jushantang.

The door is not big, only about one meter wide. It is cold in winter, and the door is covered by a thick curtain, so there is nothing special about it.

Zhang Hui lifted the curtain and invited him in. As soon as he entered the door, a three-meter-long wall came into view, covered with high-definition pictures.

A closer look revealed that they were all paper figures and horses used in funerals, pictures of various paper clothes, and even more pictures of modern Dabie Mountains, luxury cars, home appliances and furniture, and beautiful models.

On the left hand side are all kinds of wreaths, extending all the way to the back door. On the right hand side are piles of all kinds of paper products.

I didn't realize this place is quite big. Zhang Hui shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Boss..."

Not long after, a thin old man came in from the back door. When he saw Zhang Hui, he smiled and said, "It's you, little girl. Are you still going to take a look at her this time?"

Xiao Qingze understood. It seemed that this girl had come here quite many times.

Zhang Hui shook her head: "Give me a piece of top-quality turmeric paper and ten taels of top-quality cinnabar, and he will pay!" She pointed at Xiao Qingze.

The thin old man laughed and brought the things she had asked for. Xiao Qingze paid for them quickly and took the things in his hands considerately.

Not wanting to disturb the elders at home, Zhang Hui followed Xiao Qingze to his dormitory.

Xiao Qingze saw her cut the turmeric paper into several pieces of equal size, took out an ancient and elegant plate from his arms, and poured cinnabar into it.

Strangely enough, as soon as the cinnabar was poured in, it changed color and gradually became moist.

When she was ready, she took out a pen, lightly touched the tip with cinnabar, and wrote on the turmeric paper like flowing water.

He didn't know if it was because of his eyesight, but he seemed to catch a glimpse of a flash of white light when she put down the last stroke, and then there was nothing when he looked again.

Xiao Qingze thought she was Doraemon. This is a plate and a pen. Do you usually carry it with you? Why didn't the teacher see it during the exam?

"Finished!" After the ink dried, she handed the drawn talisman paper to Xiao Qingze, then lowered her head and started drawing again.

There aren't many opportunities to draw talismans so freely, so she has to satisfy her urge.

Haha, she knew that this turmeric paper could carry a little spiritual energy, but the quality was a bit poor after all, and the amount of spiritual energy it could store was limited. It would be good if a piece of talisman paper could be used for half an hour.

After getting the truth talisman, Xiao Qingze couldn't wait to use it, leaving Zhang Hui alone to continue the work.

Perhaps it was due to her talent, she was very fast at drawing talismans, and her success rate was 80% out of ten, which meant that only two out of ten talismans were ineffective.

When Xiao Qingze came back again, he was shocked to find that the table was piled with a thick stack of talisman papers.

He took a deep breath and relaxed. If he had known she was not an ordinary person, he would just get used to it.

Ugh, he couldn't calm down. He was in shock.

He had heard that even some famous predecessors had to bathe and fast for half a month before they could start writing. If they could succeed five or six times out of ten, they could be considered masters.

This...if other people saw this, wouldn't they be extremely jealous to death?

Zhang Hui stretched, then realized that he was standing at the door, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Any results?" she asked.

Xiao Qingze woke up and shook his head: "I just sent it over and did not participate in the interrogation."

"Okay then, feel free to contact me if you need anything." She waved her hand and wanted to leave.

Xiao Qingze said: "I'll take you there."

“No need.” Zhang Hui walked to the door and looked back: “The smaller stack is the truth charm, and the larger stack is the peace charm.”