C56 paper man

I don't know what Grandpa Gu did to Mr. Zhao's body, but I can't move at all.

I could faintly feel that Grandpa Gu's blade had stabbed between Mr. Zhao's fourth and third ribs. As long as he stabbed down, the ghosts that possessed him would be destroyed.

To put it bluntly, Dou Jiang, this cannon fodder, will die, but my physique will be weak and I will be afflicted with sickness for the rest of my life.

As my shadow swayed, it grew smaller and smaller and was about to land on the piece of paper.

My heart burned with anxiety as I said to Grandfather Gu, "Old Man, I am indeed Dou Jiang. I'm not afraid. " My teeth chattered when I spoke.

Grandpa Gu acknowledged.

I added, "I was just curious. If someone else was pretending to be me, what would happen to you? "

Grandpa Gu blandly said, "Of course it's to kill with one slash. Didn't I already say that? I hate it when people lie to me. "

I said, "Didn't you say just now that you wanted to trade with Hu Chujiu? If we kill his people, how can we trade? "

Grandpa Gu sneered: "A deal? I do want his things. However, is he worthy to trade with me? "Kid, let me tell you this, only people of equal strength can trade with each other."

My heart chilled, "As expected, Grandpa Gu didn't even think about trading with me." He tricked me into coming to Rain City just to get the price of Xia Xin.

As I spoke, my shadow was fixed on the white paper. It was dark and he couldn't tell who it was.

I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking: Grandpa Gu's abilities are pretty average too. Using paper to judge my identity was a bit too mystifying. It scared me so much that I broke out in cold sweat. In reality, the results weren't that good either. Fortunately, I didn't admit it.

But Grandpa Gu wasn't depressed at all, he casually picked up the white paper. Only then did I notice that there was a human figure on the white paper. I didn't see it when the shadow covered it, but now that he had picked up the white paper, I could clearly see it.

The one up there isn't me, it's Dou Jiang.

I let out a breath of relief, then rejoiced in my heart: Yeah, why should I be scared? This soul was originally Dou Jiang's, and I was just controlling him temporarily.

Grandpa Gu looked at the human statue on the white paper and frowned. It was obvious that he didn't believe that his judgement was wrong.

After a while, I heard him mutter, "Is it really you? If I knew it was you, I would have killed him with a single slash. "Why are you so cautious? Why did you have to be tricked into controlling your physical body first?"

I forced a smile and said to Grandpa Gu, "Now that the truth is out, can you let me out?"

Grandpa Gu turned around and glanced at me. "You still want to come out?"

My heart trembled. "What is it?"

Grandpa Gu blandly said, "You used fake money to trick me, so you should also kill me."

If it wasn't for the fact that my life was in danger, I would have really cursed. This Grandpa Gu was really narrow-minded. Wasn't it just a few pieces of fake money? Did he really need to?

Grandpa Gu stopped talking with me. He pushed the tip of the blade forward. I suddenly felt a burning pain from my waist. It was as if fire had drilled into my body from the wound and was roasting my soul.

I couldn't help but grunt. Grandpa Gu looked at me in satisfaction, as if he liked it when others were begging for death. This old guy was really abnormal.

He didn't stab the knife into my head to make my soul scatter, but sent it in bit by bit. When I couldn't take it anymore, he pulled out a bit more, left me with a breath, and stuck it in again …

I couldn't help it, and I began to scold him. Meanwhile, Grandpa Gu laughed out loud amidst the curses.

The sound of our curses and laughter drifted back and forth in the silence of the tomb. Suddenly, Grandpa Gu took out the knife, pointed at the front and shouted, "Who is it?"

I almost fainted from the pain. When I came to my senses and looked ahead, I saw a man walking slowly towards me.

As he got closer, I realized he was a paper man. However, this paper man was different from the rough and simple paper in the shop. It was delicate.

It had black boots on its feet, gleaming armor on its body, and a hideous mask on its face. If it hadn't been for the clatter as it walked, I would have thought he was really wearing armor.

After this person appeared, Grandpa Gu seemed to have become a different person. His face was grave as he stared at the man.

Rays of white light reflected on my face, causing me to involuntarily squint my eyes. It was sent out by the blade in Grandpa Gu's hand.

The blade was trembling, and so was his hand. Grandpa Gu was scared?

I was a little puzzled. Grandpa Gu is only a person, why would he be afraid of a paper man?

The paper man was walking very slowly. He had already climbed the first flight of steps. The sabers, swords, swords, and halberds drawn on the yellow paper on the first floor did not have any effect, because the paper man was not a living person.

The paper man did not stop and continued to slowly climb up.

Grandpa Gu couldn't take it anymore. He shouted, "Who is controlling you? If you have the ability to reveal your true colors, then don't be so sneaky. "

His voice was loud, mostly to cover up the fear in his heart. I know that Grandpa Gu is really scared.

The paper man continued to climb. He climbed nine steps to the center of the clay figure. Grandpa Gu tightly gripped the blade in his hand and stared at the paper man.

We all know that the paper man has reached this point and is surrounded by clay men. The next second, the shadow behind the Mud Man would jump out and kill the paper man.

However, the paper man suddenly turned around and kicked the nearby oil lamp down. The oil lamp that Grandpa Gu had just lit had been extinguished a few minutes ago. The clay figurine was rendered useless.

The technique the paper man used was exactly the same as mine. But he did it calmly, quickly, without appearing flustered, much better than I did.

Grandpa Gu's face turned pale.

The paper man continued to climb, and a moment later he was in front of us.

He stood there unmoving. The eyes behind the mask stared at Grandpa Gu.

Grandpa Gu finally couldn't hold on any longer. He shouted, "Let me see what the hell you are!"

He raised the blade high in the air and then suddenly dropped it down. His momentum was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to cut a mountain in half.

The paper man seemed to be blown backwards by the wind of the blade. Then the knife came down and split its mask in half.

The paper mask was easy to scratch, but the face behind it was undamaged. This wasn't Grandpa Gu's knife skills, it was the paper man's ease of movement, the timing and direction to the point of perfection.

The two halves of the mask fell to the ground, revealing the face behind it.

I thought this face was earth-shattering, but I didn't expect it to be so ordinary. It was just like the middle-aged man he often saw on the streets. His eyes were lifeless, his beard was unshaven, and his mouth was open in an unnatural manner, revealing his teeth, which had been stained yellow from years of smoking.

But such a face made Grandpa Gu take a step back. The paper man did not give in and took a step forward.

Grandpa Gu shouted again and swung his blade again. The paper man stepped back again.

The face just now had fallen to the ground. A second face had appeared. Another man. Wearing glasses, she looked a bit wretched, just like those perverts on the bus.

Grandpa Gu seemed to have suffered some sort of stimulation as he slashed again and again. So I saw different faces. These faces were extremely ordinary. They were so ordinary that they seemed like fireworks, which was why they seemed so real.

I suspect that Grandpa Gu knows the owners of these faces. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his composure like this.

He had hacked seven faces off. When the last face was destroyed, the contents were finally revealed. It was a skeleton. Its eyes were huge, and they were pitch black inside. There was nothing inside.

However, Grandpa Gu continued to retreat in fear. Suddenly, his body hit a body. I heard the body give a strange laugh and whisper in his ear, "The debt collector is here."

Grandpa Gu screamed at the top of his lungs. This sound was only made by frightened women and children.

He threw the knife at his feet, gripped the fan tightly and ran away.

I couldn't see his figure clearly at all. I could only feel a strong gust of wind blow past me, and then the ancient tomb quieted down.

The good news is that Dou Jiang's soul has been preserved, so I won't need to live under the medicine jar for the rest of my life. The bad news is that I have to face this weird paper man on my own. Even more so, I can't move.

The paper man slowly turned around. His black eyes seemed to look at me for a moment. Then, with an ordinary sound, he fell to the ground. It fell so hard that I could see the thin strips of bamboo inside it.

I was wondering: Was that paper man, which had been so arrogant just a moment ago, finished?

The surroundings were completely silent. My eyes strenuously glanced behind me. I saw the corpse that spoke to Grandpa Gu just now. It was a very familiar corpse. It belonged to the ghost inside the glove.

The corpse strangely quieted down after saying this sentence, and then it stood there motionlessly.

I was silent for a while. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and whispered, "You …" Alive or dead? Can you take me out? "

I thought he wouldn't answer, but the body slowly turned its head and grinned at me. "The soul can live without the body. If the body loses its soul, can it live? "

My scalp tingled and I didn't know how to answer that question.

The body came slowly towards me, as if it was not going to let me go. He came up beside me, his nose almost touching my face. "Can you live if you lose your soul?"

I was close to tears. "I can, I can live."

The corpse chuckled, "I can live, I can live."

He suddenly reached out and jabbed me in the ribs. I screamed in pain and fainted.

I was pretty sure he had hit between the third and fourth ribs. Because he didn't pierce through, I don't know if Dou Jiang's soul will dissipate or not.

I closed my eyes. Closing my eyes was a prelude to death. A dead person shouldn't worry about so many things, so I lost consciousness.