For those test papers bundled up in heaps in the copy room, Feng Xue actually hadn't taken notice of them, or perhaps he'd already seen what kind of attribute they had during the day.
What really caught his attention was, how these test papers came to be produced.
After all, under the vision of his Golden Finger, other than the test papers in this room, there was nothing else, be it computers, tables, or even copiers, that involved elements of the supernatural, not even a single element.
"It's truly surprising that items with no elements involved can mass produce phantoms."
Feng Xue squinted his eyes, picked a table that held both the copier and a computer, grabbed some copier paper, and then pulled out Santa's wrapping cloth from his waist pack to cover both himself and the table.
Standing inside the wrap, Feng Xue carefully pressed down the corners to ensure no light would escape, and then fumbled to turn on the computer.
