Invincible copy system

"Director He, you also know that there is nothing I can't do in the company's affairs, but this time, I was also kicked out."

He Feiya looked at Zhang Fan's helpless face and nodded.

At this moment, a secretary ran over and said, "Director He, someone is looking for President Han."

"Didn't I ask you to postpone all your work today?"

"She doesn't have an appointment."

"who?"

"It's Miss Xiao Mei."

Zhang Fan was shocked when he heard this, because he hurt Xiao Mei badly last time, and he didn't expect to recover so soon.

He Feiya looked back at Zhang Fan, and asked, "Assistant Zhang, how did you manage to get her done?"

Zhang Fan replied softly, "I tormented her a lot."

He Feiya stared at him in disbelief for a long time, then looked back at Han Xue's office, and said, "My understanding must be wrong."

"Hehe, Director He, you should stay here. Let me handle Xiao Mei's matter."

He Feiya gave Zhang Fan a gesture of yes.

So, Zhang Fan followed the secretary to see Xiao Mei, who was half disabled by him.

When Zhang Fan saw Xiao Mei, he realized that his guess was right.

There were no scars on her body, but Zhang Fan's scanning system could tell that her internal injuries hadn't healed much, and her physical condition was actually very bad.

"Ms Xiao, hello, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Xiao Mei looked Zhang Fan up and down, she knew very well that Zhang Fan was seriously injured that night.

However, she did not see signs of serious injuries from Zhang Fan.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either."

Xiao Mei replied with a smile.

"Han Xue still has some things to deal with, I guess you will have to wait a little longer."

"It's okay. I'm here today. Apart from discussing the cooperation with Mr. Han, there is one more thing I need to talk to Assistant Zhang about."

"Looking for me?" Zhang Fan thought for a while, and then replied: "Just now, Miss Long said that there is a thing called the shape of life and death. Is it in your hands?"

Xiao Mei was a little surprised, but recovered quickly, and replied: "It seems that Assistant Zhang already knows."

After she finished speaking, she took out a scroll from the painting tube beside her.

"Canvas, a specially woven linen fabric, painted with a white undercoat..."

"Mahogany, the wood pattern is beautiful, the material is hard and durable, it is valuable furniture and arts and crafts..."

Zhang Fan casually glanced at the data returned by the system, and said, "The material of this scroll is good, I thought it was an electronic version."

"Mr. Zhang, you really know how to joke. The showdown of the Gods of War is not a recruitment exam. After all, it is a tradition of hundreds of years. You can't just make an application form."

As she spoke, she unfolded the scroll and placed it in front of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan pulled the scroll towards him, and what caught his eyes were a few flying blood red inscriptions.

"One sword in ten years, the world competes"

The Shenbing list, also known as the Hundred Weapons Jue, is simply a battle between several martial arts masters with their own weapons to compare their ranks and rank them.

Now, what Zhang Fan holds is the pre-competition agreement. In the martial arts arena, life and death matter.

"Miss Xiao, do fists count as weapons?"

Xiao Mei laughed and said, "If you want, you can also bring a gun."

"Still angry? Didn't I almost die at your place too?"

"You provoked me first."

"Didn't you plan the attack on Han Xue?"

"Even if I don't do it, other people will."

"Then why are you blaming me? As long as she doesn't die, she will have revenge sooner or later."

"Okay, I admit it."

"Hehe." Zhang Fan smiled at her, took the scroll and said, "Signature or bloody handprint?"

"Blood confession."

"Hahaha." Hearing Xiao Mei's answer, Zhang Fan laughed out loud.

Then, he stretched out his right hand towards Xiao Mei.

And Xiao Mei looked at him suspiciously.

"What's in your pocket, do you want me to bite it directly?"

As early as when Zhang Fan sat down, he used the scanning system to check the things on Xiao Mei's body. She was not carrying a weapon, but there was a thin metal needle in her clothes, which looked simple and simple.

Now it seems that that thing is a ritual object for taking blood.

Xiao Mei reluctantly reached into her clothes, took out a long and narrow box, opened it, and placed it in front of Zhang Fan.

"This green snow needle is the magic weapon of the old man in Tianshan. It is three inches and seven cents long, half gold and half stainless steel. As a witness of the list of magic weapons, it has a history of 200 years."

"200 years? Miss Xiao, are there any infectious disease patients among the previous contestants?"

Xiao Mei frowned, and added, "This reminds me, Mr. Zhang, have you been vaccinated against rabies?"

"Hahaha"

Zhang Fan laughed again.

But when he started to take the needle, Xiao Mei withdrew her hand and took the Qingxue needle away.

"Mr. Zhang, according to the procedure, I need to confirm again. You really decided to participate, right?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"..."

Xiao Mei didn't answer, and handed the needle to Zhang Fan again.

As soon as the Qingxue needle was used, there was a chilly feeling immediately.

Zhang Fan scanned again with the system to confirm that the needle was indeed non-toxic.

Then, he stretched out his left hand and tapped his index finger with the tip of a needle, and a drop of blood flowed down and landed on the scroll.

Suddenly, the dripping blood didn't spread out on the paper, but crawled slowly, and finally merged with a little ink, and then, a blood-red plum blossom bloomed on the spot.

Zhang Fan checked the paper with a scanning system. The materials used were expensive, but there was no special substance.

He scanned it again with the system, only to find that the lines on the scroll were specially designed, no matter where the blood was dropped, it would eventually flow to the blood plum.

This kind of bizarre project can be completed simply by relying on the slightest difference.

"Miss Xiao, the master who made this scroll, please introduce me."

Xiao Mei gave him another look in surprise, then recovered her expression, and said, "You are the first person I have ever met who doesn't care about the contents of the scroll. In the end, if you survive, I will definitely help."

"Thanks."

Xiao Mei quickly put away the scroll and needle.

After that, she asked Zhang Fan again: "Mr. Zhang, I'm still very curious, what kind of weapon are you going to use to participate in this competition?"

"Hehe." Zhang Fan smiled and replied, "I'm curious too."

After hearing Zhang Fan's answer, Xiao Mei immediately asked again: "Mr. Zhang, how did you survive until now?"

"luck."

Xiao Mei stood up, put the painting tube behind her back, and said bluntly: "Then I wish you bad luck."

After finishing speaking, she walked towards Han Xue's office.