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... > Since the army often relied on experts to deal with supernatural threats, such as ghosts or demons, cinnabar was naturally among their supplies as well.

It didn’t take long for everything to be prepared, and the brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, and cinnabar were placed on the desk commonly used by General Chen.

The Daoist sat down in front of the desk.

“Swish!”

He smoothed the paper and weighed it down. A junior officer personally came forward to grind the ink.

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