"Tear-Tear-Tear-"

In the quiet night, only the loud sound of tearing paper echoed throughout the Zhi family compound, and all the passengers' expressions were a little numb.

They were surrounded by paper people, and at this moment, the paper people looked more calm than the passengers. The paper people had no eyes yet, and they were not considered serious spirits.

They are all tied to adult sizes, some are male, some are made of willow trees, and some are strong. They have pig bones inside and pig skin and feathers on the outside. They look lifeless like zombies, even more gloomy and terrifying.

Sister Qian in the original warehouse made a suggestion, saying it was dog bones and chicken feathers, but since Wei Xun said, "I am quite interested in dogs," the dogs in the Zhi family compound survived. He also said that Sister Qian was sad and had a pig. She wanted pig bones to replace the skeleton and became a few special "paper people".

Only Bai Xiaotian and half-life Taoist can take on this kind of technical job, which is also a special task. The reward I received is to stand at the forefront tonight and ask Mr. Paperza, who was invited from the Zhi family compound, to give the paper man in their hands as soon as possible.

Obviously, there will definitely be an accident when you click on the eye tonight. The earlier you look, the safer it is. But if you look early, it means standing in front...

"I regret it."

Half-Minister's eyes were empty and he whispered, his stomach was rumbling, especially when the aroma of braised pork and stewed big bones was filled with the Zhi family's courtyard, Half-Minister's stomach screamed even louder.

Their dinner was very luxurious today, and it was the pig. The chef in Zhijiayuan had good skills and everyone had fun.

The only one who is unhappy is the half-life Taoist.

Meat can be eaten, but Taoist priests do not eat meat. They say that leeks, garlic, coriander, onions and other odors will leave a long smell in their mouths. They say that after eating these, the stench is too strong when chanting scriptures, and they are disrespectful to the ancestors.

But it was absolutely dangerous for paper people to light their eyes in the early morning. The half-life Taoist said he could not recite scriptures, so he was careful in advance. He only ate some steamed buns at night.

Hunger and sorrow made the half-life Taoist face even more sad.

But Mr. Zhizha's face was more sad than that of a half-life Taoist.

Mr. Ziza wore a black jacquard jacket from the Republic of China, and his face was as pale as paper sticky. In the middle of the night, he could only see his white face. It is said that he stayed in the backyard of the Zhi family courtyard. It is mysterious. The "eye opening ceremony" in front of him at the beginning of the morning tonight was hosted by him.

But now Mr. Paper shaking like a sieve.

"Tear-Tear-Tear-"

Every sound of tearing paper will make Mr. Zhuza shook violently, and half of the Taoist even doubted whether he could still grasp the brush with his eyes.

But not only him was shaking, but also Sister Qian who was watching, as well as some servants in the Zhi family's courtyard.

It's shaking so hard that it feels rhythmic and looks very funny.

But no one on the scene could laugh.

There is a giant paper man as tall as a hill floating in the middle of the courtyard of Zhijia's courtyard. The loud sound of tearing paper was from it. It was conditioned and tore down and upward. At 10 o'clock in the evening, there is still half of its upper body, head, and two arms left.

The torn pulp and paper scraps piled up into a hill, with blazing flames burning in the middle, which looked like a grand bonfire party! But in fact, Qianjia paper was torn in front, and Wei Xun burned it immediately behind, and this scene was indescribable.

"Cui, can it really be burned?"

The devil businessman looked at the piles of shredded paper like a mountain, and he was in a bad mood.

"It's over burning."

Wei Xun calmly said: "Didn't you give me a soul flame? If you match it, it will burn it all."

"But--"

Under the hood, the devil businessman god was entangled. Yes, he finally found some strange things and soul flames found in the Zhi family compound, and exchanged them for the shadow puppet donkey.

Although it is an ancient soul flame, it was discovered from the magic mirror sealed by the undead monarch. In theory, it is the soul flame trained by the undead monarch.

But this soul flame is not an aggressive way to burn human souls. Its biggest thing is to change color according to the human soul's mood!

It is said that the undead monarch had a very favored person during his lifetime, but the hearts of the undead changed. In order to make people happy, it was confirmed that the undead monarch had such a soul flame.

Romance is romance, but is there any actual thing to do? The devil merchant used to be a flame with the breath of the undead monarch, but now he is likely to completely conquer the undead monarch, and this flame is not big anymore.

When he gave the flame to Xiao Cui, he was a big blow, but...

Xiao Cui won't really believe it, I can blow it, let's burn paper with this flame.

The devil businessman was worried, and he wanted to speak but stopped several times, and finally shut up again. He silently helped Wei Xun.

This soul flame is very good!

At present, the whole pile of shredded paper was full of orange-red flames, which looked huge and surging, reflecting half of the sky red. The power of the undead monarch oppressed the four ‌, which was particularly aggressive.

But in fact, the flame is orange-red, which only means that Wei Xun is quite happy now. In fact, even a thousand-family paper cannot be burned.

However, this soul flame is not in the hands of the devil merchant, but in Wei Xun it is really in the hands of Wei Xun. After all, it is a real soul flame. Just by level, it can surpass the number of flames, such as the three-color magic fire that Wei Xun obtained in northern Tibet.

If it weren't for the cover of the soul flame, it would be difficult for him to take it out.

Phoenix fire, three-color magic fire, the soul flames burned together. Under the cover of the flames, there was a fish in the clothes diligently biting the large paper torn to pieces of Qianjia paper into small pieces. The burning speed of the Qianjia paper was faster than Wei Xun expected.

‘Fire, fire--’

The flames burned, and the token hidden in the secret bag was slightly hot. It seemed that the remaining consciousness of the Dead Ming Dynasty was attracted by the surging flames. Even the old tokens were lit up slightly.

Ming was fire virtue, and Qianjia Paper was burned by flames, which caused the token reaction. However, Qianjia Paper was agglomeration of various dynasties and dynasties since ancient times, and cannot represent any dynasty alone, so the token reaction is not too big.

But if Grandma Zhi was a paper man in the Ming Dynasty, the flames she burned would be unsatisfactory.

Grandma Zhi's funeral may be just a pretext. It makes others mistakenly believe that her goal is to become a human, not to burn as a paper man, to trigger the token, as an introduction to the return of the Seven Emperors of Ming to the Imperial Mausoleum...

So, who would stop Grandma Zhi from having her funeral?

Wei Xun thought that the speed of burning Qianjia Paper was not slow at all.

‘Happy—so happy—’

Qianjia Paper tore its head apart and threw it into the burning flames. Its two huge arms tear each other, and the giant pieces of paper fell down and were swallowed by the flames. It was laughing happily!

‌Count the laughter mixed in, there are men, old and old, the distorted happiness burned by the fire unconsciously lure everyone, making people shudder and unable to help but want to join the raging fire!

"Stay."

Zhou Xiyang shouted softly, suppressing his mental fluctuations, and looked at Wei Xun worriedly. The influence of 250 in the middle of the flame should be the deepest! The devil businessman instantly stayed away from the flame, his face was extremely ugly, and his san value almost returned to zero just now! The devil businessman simply floated away from the earth, and his body under his cloak had been alienated and turned into a ghost state.

The burning paper man is about to return to the darkness, and the mental disturbances that those standing on the earth will suffer will be more severe.

But Wei Xun was still normal, and he was holding a drop of purified royal jelly in his mouth.

Purified royal jelly is not sweet, magic honey is completely different. It has a rich sourness, rich spicy, and is not delicious. But the effect of this drop of purified royal jelly is comparable to a hundred times concentrated purified magic honey! Now that everyone in the Zhi family compound has lost san, only Wei Xun's san value is still stable.

The dream chaser, the black widow's spiritual consciousness has temporarily left, and the examiner will appear when it is zero, and they have to temporarily avoid it.

As the gradual approaching at midnight, the devil merchants, travelers, and everyone in the Zhi family compound began to get nervous.

Not only were they nervous, but the audiences in the live broadcast and the big guys in the East and West who were paying attention to this journey were all worried.

If it was a small fight before, the team leader's assessment began... This journey will completely enter the third level and extremely dangerous!

* *

"Anyway, Nezha Ling Qianjia Papers have all appeared. This journey has long been beyond the third level. No matter how difficult it is, it will not be difficult, right?"

At the residence of the return home, in the cinema, Mao Xiaole, Wang Pengpai and others gathered, watching the fire of Qianjia papers.

"It's the right decision to burn a thousand-family paper."

Mao Xiaole muttered: "The paper man will definitely repay his kindness."

Qianjia Paper is now out of the assessment and is directly burned by M250 to satisfy his wish. Then M250 is its absolute benefactor, and it will stay to repay its kindness before it completely eliminates the Yin.

The paper person who truly stands on his side is a good paper person.

Wang Yushu asked, "Captain is in the bedroom?"

"Yes, I should be sleeping, don't disturb * * * play."

Even though he said so, Wang Pengpai was solemn and lowered his voice:

"Just just now, the entire virtual hall was closed, and the brigade was shocked... I suspected it was * * * move."

After all, when the rotating director is now...* * * If you want to be the examiner, you will definitely have conflicts.

"···Wind, and anxious."

Wan ‌‌Chunmian said, “He is dead, even if the slices are still there, he is still the person in charge. He is constantly polluted and weakened.”

"Until now, even the Inca Puerta sank, the frolicking hands can't be suppressed. Who still remembers that he was strong in the past?"

"Oh, that's all the past."

Wang Pengpai shook his head: "Isn't we thinking the same way before? If something really happened to Team An, at least * * * can still walk through the old path... Hey, no wonder... I've been against us recently, so I'm jealous."

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of M250, An Xuefeng might have to go this way.

"I think something is wrong."

But Mao Xiaole frowned and muttered, "Just * * * fight... there shouldn't be such a big deal."

"···Hitting for a bad opportunity, and waiting for the year-end celebration to turn around. It is impossible for all his strength to take action. He should have bluffed and then retreated."

How could it cause the virtual halls to be temporarily closed?

The Butcher Alliance never caused such a big disturbance before!

It's like two leaders fighting desperately!

"I can't figure it out."

Wang Pengpai and the others were puzzled: "Does anyone want to be the chief examiner? But this is just the chief examiner of C250, and it is not the referee of the year-end celebration. As for the fierce competition??"
To be continued...