Fang Chang was running an unfamiliar spiritual technique, and he felt as if something was being drawn out of his body along with his blood.

The feeling of weakness and fatigue came over me like a tide.

His eyelids couldn't help trembling, and he wanted to fall asleep.

"Gan!"

Fang Chang stabbed himself in the thigh with a knife.

The extreme pain made him wake up quickly. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the paper girl whose head was stained red with blood.

I saw his blood dripping into the paper girl.

The expression on the girl's face suddenly became vivid, and the shriveled paper skeleton became fuller little by little.

The pupils that were originally dull and lifeless also became a little more lively.

After a while, the cheeks of the paper girl, who was a little sinister just now, turned porcelain white, just like a porcelain doll.

Fang Chang let go after he noticed something was a little more in his mind.

"protect me!"

He felt relieved and let out a hard-held breath.

Fang Chang's feet softened, and he fell as softly as noodles in front of the paper girl, falling into a coma.

After receiving the instruction, the paper girl's eyes glowed with a faint red light, and she stared at Fang Chang on the ground for a while.

Then she took out a bloody paper knife from behind, walked to the door of the house, and looked at the dark front, motionless.

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Chapter completed!