I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 147 Halloween

Sam watched Su Fan's fingers touch the brass knuckles, and in a trance, he seemed to hear a dull thunder.

He was very sure that he was not hallucinating. The only possibility was that there was something special about this pair of brass knuckles.

"What material is this made of? Su."

"Lightning-struck wood, have you heard of it?"

Su Fan put on the brass knuckles and tried them out.

"Wood struck by lightning? Do they have this effect?"

Sam was a little confused.

Thunderstorms often occur in the Great Plains of the United States, and it is not uncommon to see wood struck by lightning. It can even be said that there are many such cases.

"Of course not ordinary wood. Not all trees can survive and regain vitality after being struck by lightning."

"Only jujube and peach wood are effective, jujube wood is the first choice and peach wood is the second."

Having said that, Su Fan looked at Sam.

"You probably haven't told your brother that you have special abilities, right?"

Lightning-struck wood does have special effects, but ordinary people can't see them at all.

Sam just realized the difference of the brass knuckles, proving that he already had abilities that ordinary people did not have.

Sam smiled bitterly as the secret he had kept hidden for so long was revealed.

"No."

"Talk to him. Who else can you be honest with besides your family?"

Sufan suggested calmly.

"You two were exorcising demons together and searching for your father together. You can't keep this a secret. Are you going to wait for him to find out and then ask you why you didn't tell me?"

Hearing this, Sam fell silent.

Let him think about the family communication issue slowly.

After Su Fan tested the effectiveness of the Lightning-Struck Wooden Knuckles, he put it away and the image of Ron appeared in his mind.

This lightning-struck wooden knuckle was what Su Fan had previously sent a message to Ron to collect and make.

Most of the information about lightning-struck wood, how to get the wood, and how to make it were all searched out by herself.

Very well done.

He is not good at dealing with human relationships and intrigue, but this kind of work is done unexpectedly well.

Su Fan put his thoughts aside and continued with his work of making talismans.

With the improvement of his cultivation and the deepening of his understanding of talismans, he no longer needs to borrow pure energy, and instead uses his own strength to make talismans.

After grinding the ink, Su Fan picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and calmed himself to draw the Five Thunder Talisman on the yellow paper.

It was done in one go, without any hesitation.

After finishing a painting, take it aside to dry in the shade.

He repeated this process until he felt that the spiritual power in his body was insufficient, and then he stopped.

Looking at the side, there were more than twenty talismans that had been dried in the shade.

not enough.

Su Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, regulating his breathing and recovering his spiritual power.

After about a cup of tea, he stood up again.

Sam on the side was thinking about his own problem at first, but later his attention was attracted by Su Fan's actions.

It's simply a ruthless talisman-making machine!

By the time Su Fan stopped writing, a thick stack of Five Thunder Talismans had already piled up on the desk.

Seeing Su Fan raising his hand to put all the talismans into his pocket, the Sam people were stunned.

So it was not a reserve for future use, but a preparation for this exorcism?

The stack just now must have at least 60 or 70 sheets...

Sixty or seventy bolts of lightning burst out at the same time, and the scene was so terrifying that it was chilling to think about it.

Just when Sam thought Su Fan was about to leave the antique shop, the latter frowned, returned and used the unused ink in the inkstone to draw a few pictures.

"Can't waste it."

Su Fan muttered to himself. After the five thunder talismans dried up, he put them away with satisfaction.

He took out the long sword from the counter and walked out of the store under Sam's gaze.

After a day of hard work, it is almost evening.

The season is approaching late autumn, the daylight hours are shortening, and night falls earlier than before.

But as soon as I went out, I saw a group of people in colorful clothes and strange shapes.

Adults and children alike held pumpkin lanterns and gathered in groups to take photos and have fun.

Skulls, zombies, vampires, appearing one after another.

Some teams also began to imitate Michael Jackson's classic song MVs and danced to the music.

The air was filled with joy and excitement.

Su Fan then remembered that tonight was Halloween Eve.

Good.

The more noisy it is, the easier it is to move.

The night serves as a natural camouflage, and the noisy conversations of the crowd serve as a cover.

Maybe it could be a little more casual.

Su Fan found a sparsely populated alley and jumped onto the roof with a light leap.

Then, his figure quickly shuttled across the rooftop.

The undulating buildings and the wide avenues connecting the blocks could not stop Su Fan.

The bustling crowd below cheered from time to time.

They were only concerned with the appearance of the people around them and the upcoming Halloween parade.

No one would look up, so naturally they wouldn't see the figure passing over their heads.

After stepping over a roof, the terrain suddenly sank, and the city lit up by lights below the slope was reflected in Su Fan's eyes.

Under the moonlight, the corners of the figure's clothes were lifted by the air currents, making rustling sounds.

The body, which was supposed to fall, was lifted up by the airflow generated by the wind and continued to glide forward.
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In a telephone booth on the corner of the street, a figure was talking on the phone.

"We have now arrived in Los Angeles, California and checked in. Everything seems to be normal."

"Please be careful, Sister Theresa. According to the Warrens, there is a terrible evil lurking in this city."

Other people's voices were heard from the receiver.

"Your mission this time is to collect evidence, but if there is an emergency, you can also assist them in exorcism,"

"I understand."

The woman nodded slightly and then hung up the phone.

After making the phone call to report the situation, the woman walked out of the phone booth.

In order to facilitate movement, she did not wear standard nun clothing, but ordinary casual clothes.

Under the light, the woman looked up, revealing a gentle and peaceful face, her lively eyes full of curiosity about the big city.

Theresa didn't know why she was assigned to come to the United States to assist the Warrens.

She was just a novice nun in the convent, and if she wanted to perform exorcism, she should look for a priest.

But since it was an order from the Vatican Bishop, she could only act according to it.

But to be honest, Theresa was in a very good mood.

After living in isolation in the monastery for such a long time, it would be great to be able to go out for a walk.

Moreover, today is the annual Halloween Eve, and the city is brightly lit and bustling.

She followed the crowd in the city, and everything seemed new to her.

Before I knew it, I had crossed the alley and arrived at the bottom of a slope.

A gust of wind blew, lifting her hair.

Theresa raised her hand to suppress it, and subconsciously looked up, just in time to see a figure gliding in the air under the full moon...

I caught a cold last night and had vomiting and diarrhea. I’m not in a good condition. The update is a bit late. There will be more later.

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