Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

This scene is simply mind-numbing.

"I'm going to bite you to death——"

The head rose into the air and flew towards the paper sedan. At this moment, a paper puppet with a sad face flew up and blocked the way of the head.

"Stay out of the way!"

The swordsman's head shouted and tried to rush over. The paper puppet's face was full of sadness. He waved his right hand lightly, and a burst of spiritual light burst out. With a "bang" sound, the head exploded and turned into countless black and red. Bloody water.

Another paper puppet next to him held a paper lantern in his hand, and the green fire was a ball of cursed fire.

The paper puppet lifted the lantern upwards, and a ball of green phosphorus flame flew out of the lantern, pounced on the blood, and evaporated it into a black mark.

"Idiot, your acting has been too fake from the beginning."

He Ping snorted coldly, and there were several thin invisible silk strings hanging between the fingers in his sleeve robe.

"If a normal person sees my paper sedan and has the guts to come and ask for help, he must be out of his mind."

Ordinary people see a group of paper puppets carrying paper sedans, moving back and forth like the wind, and they will just think that they are ghosts traveling. It is too late to hide, so how can they run over and ask for help.

He Ping was not stupid. He could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with this person, and immediately rewarded him with a "Miluo Knife".

The Mi Luo knife uses silk thread to destroy hair. Within a hundred steps, it can cut gold and destroy jade. As for severing the head and throat, it is just child's play. One strike from the air will chop the swordsman into several pieces.

He Ping raised his eyes and glanced at the direction in which the killed swordsman came, which was a road in the middle of the village.

"The road in the middle does smell like a stranger. It seems that there are still some survivors of the Huma Gang. They should be trapped in the village."

A lot of messy hoof prints can be seen vaguely on the ground. From the marks of the hoof prints, it seems that the team has made several circles here.

"It seems that the Huma Gang is really trapped here. It may be difficult for them to escape to heaven this time."

He knew very well that if ordinary mortals entered Wandering Soul Village, they would basically die without life.

This Wandering Soul Village has evolved into a ghost realm. Ordinary people are trapped in the village and cannot escape even if they want to. The periphery of the village is restricted, and when you reach the end, you will encounter ghosts hitting the wall.

"Then just wish yourself well..."

He Ping shook his head and ordered the sedan to take a road on the right side. As for the people of the Huma Gang, their life and death had nothing to do with him. How could he expend energy to save people.

The paper sedan turned around and walked slowly towards the village road on the right. The will-o'-the-wisp green lanterns also moved from near to far, slowly walking into the darkness.

At the moment the paper sedan left, several pale figures slowly drifted out from the house, on the eaves, and from behind the doors and windows.

These pale figures all had transparent faces, and their figures were blurry. Each of them looked at the departing sedan with faint eyes, and the expressions on their faces were full of unabashed greed.

The ghosts in the village have smelled the life breath of living people, and they gradually appear one after another without any hidden intentions...

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Halfway through the paper sedan, He Ping felt that he was being watched.

He felt funny in his heart. He didn't make trouble for others, but he didn't expect that someone would dare to make trouble for him.

"No, in a place like this, the person who comes to your door won't be a human being."

As the sedan traveled towards the ancestral hall, a faint shimmer gradually floated on the earthen walls on both sides of the street it passed. However, this shimmer had a ghostly quality. The street was not bright, but rather darker. .

"Stop the sedan."

Following his order, the paper sedan stopped.

At this moment, in the dark street, a mass of dark air suddenly surged up, and several vague ghosts blocked his way.

These strange figures stared closely at the paper sedan, their eyes shining like lamps.

He Ping, who lifted up the sedan curtain, only had to glance at it to know that the ghosts in the black air were almost tangible. They were not ordinary ghosts, but evil spirits that had become the climate.

He couldn't help but sneer.

"...the dead bones in the grave still dare to make mistakes."

"Meow--"

From the corner of the shack with a thatched roof, there was a ghostly cat meowing, and a ghost with four furry hooves, a monkey face, red eyes and a green nose lay there like a spider.

Boom, boom, boom!

In a dark, empty house on the street, there was a red coffin, and there was a strange beating sound coming from the coffin.

"Hee hee hee……"

A cold laugh sounded from under the coffin. The dark figure lying below slowly stretched out a pair of bony claws and placed them on the bottom of the coffin. The black claws rubbed against the coffin, making several deep cuts. deep mark.

On the other side, a large camphor tree outside the house was blown by a strange gust of wind. The leaves of the camphor tree swayed in the night wind, and the human skin clinging to the trunk of the tree like a bitter cicada expanded in the blink of an eye as if it had been inflated. stand up.

"The abandoned wife now regrets it too late~ Do you recall the joy of being a phoenix in those days~ Do you remember that you still owe a debt of gratitude to another branch~ Do you remember that your old love has no place to stay~ Do you remember whether you have a mother and an orphan without a father..."

In a dry well, the voice of a woman singing opera rang out, and immediately, countless long black hair spread up from the mouth of the well like black snakes.

The dark wind blows, and ghosts dance wildly.

In front of the sedan, the paper puppet carrying the sedan behaved stiffly, with either crying or laughing on its face, giving others a sense of eerie humor.

The fierce aura exuded by the ghosts is like a pack of wolves surrounding the surroundings.

On the roof of the shack, the cat licked its snake-like forked tongue;

Under the red coffin in the coffin shop, a light green shadow sneaked into the soil;

The man on the camphor tree opened a pair of blood-red pupils and looked through the leaves at the paper sedan chair;

The black hair in the dry well began to squirm rapidly, and half of the head gradually emerged from the well. Greed and cruelty shone in the rotting face.

"court death."

He felt very unhappy. He put his right hand in his wide sleeve, clasped the silk string, and swung it violently. Suddenly, there was a sharp crack in the dry and cold air of the dark night.

Chichichichichi! ! !

Several thin gray lines cut through the sky. This was the Immortal Puppet Sect's killing technique "Miluo Knife". The strings inspired by invisible strings shook the air.

Suddenly, the strong wind centered on the paper sedan and blew in all directions, causing the long grass to burst into pieces and mud and rocks to fly.

Several ghosts in the black air suddenly let out a shrill scream and were struck by several Miluo knives, turning into a few wisps of smoke and quickly dissipating.

The cat's warts on the roof suddenly jumped up, like a civet cat, and pounced in the air. However, it exploded in mid-air with the astonishing wind pressure, and large pools of green blood immediately splashed everywhere.

The strange cat immediately let out a meow and screamed pitifully, but the meow was more of a whine, completely suppressed from its throat.

Bang!

A heavy bass suddenly sounded, and half of the rammed earth wall outside the courtyard collapsed with one blow.

The camphor tree seemed to have been struck by a sharp axe, and the trunk as thick as a bowl was swept away. In a flash of blood, the wind of the knife had cut the blood shadow in half.

On the other side, in the direction of the ancient well, large swaths of black hair surged toward the sedan chair like waves. The black silk was like a snake or an insect, squirming forward, but was intercepted by several paper puppets.

The three paper puppets took a step forward, their figures were strange and a bit funny.

They held up the lantern and swung it, and the will-o'-the-wisp-like firefly flames suddenly swelled up and sprayed out. The big ball of burned black hair curled back and made a "hissing" sound.

Jing Gui was hurt, and he quickly put back his hair that was wandering all over the ground, and Yu Juan retracted his hair at the mouth of the well, like a wounded snake.