I'm not a theatre god

The moment he heard this voice, Jian Changsheng felt his scalp numb.

Just before nightfall, a paper man suddenly appeared in the deserted woods, and he could also speak... If Jian Changsheng hadn't been through a lot of things and had a firm mind, he would have been scared out of his wits at this moment.

He rushed out of the kennel without hesitation, turned around and ran away from the paper man. At the same time, the dagger fell into his palm and slashed hard, scarlet blood stains appeared on the spot.

He waved his blood-stained palm vigorously, and a few drops of blood shot out at high speed. The next moment, his figure disappeared.

Jian Changsheng is not stupid. The paper man cannot be a natural product, it must be controlled by someone... And the one who can do this is undoubtedly the owner of the Shinto, and it is definitely not the [Bingshen Dao].

In this Aurora City, other Shinto owners suddenly appeared, and they seemed to be coming for me, so the identity of the other party was already obvious...

Those strangers hired by the Stars Chamber of Commerce? But didn't Liu Chen say he didn't dispatch them? !

Jian Changsheng scolded Liu Chen in his heart, and he only regretted that he had done it too neatly when he killed him just now. Thinking about it now, he probably had something wrong with the strange bird he met on his way back... Otherwise, he didn't meet anyone at all along the way. How did the other party track him all the way here?

Jian Changsheng used the [Blood Dropper] twice in succession and escaped hundreds of meters in just a few seconds. The original paper figure was no longer visible, but he still did not stop moving.

Jian Changsheng knew very well how terrifying the strangers from the Stars Chamber of Commerce were, and it was tantamount to wishful thinking to get rid of them at this level.

As if to confirm Jian Changsheng's thoughts, the next moment, he felt his shoulders sink, as if something was hanging on his back.

Jian Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look,

At some point, the bright paper face was crawling on his back, staring at him blankly and strangely;

The moment the two looked at each other, Jian Changsheng's heart seemed to skip a beat. He didn't know how the paper man could catch up with him after escaping such a distance in an instant... and he had no time to think about it.

The paper man gently raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. A muffled sound like deep thunder came from Jian Changsheng's body, and half of his body instantly lost consciousness!

Jian Changsheng didn't even feel the pain. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground!

The paper man crawling on his back also swayed as lightly as a kite at the moment he fell, hanging upside down at the end of the treetop not far away, the slight weight only bending the treetop a little.

"Who are you!?" Jian Changsheng struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes red as blood.

Sensing Jian Changsheng's serious injury, the [Blood Clothes] began to operate crazily. A steady stream of power flowed through his body, and murderous intent spread crazily in the deserted forest.

The paper man didn't mean to speak, he just hung upside down on the treetop silently, swaying slightly with the cold wind, like a forgotten New Year picture.

Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth, stamped his feet on the ground, and shot out towards the paper man like a cannonball!

Since he couldn't escape even with the [Drip Blood Tuo], he had no choice but to fight head-on. Jian Changsheng held the dagger in his hand, and a cold light flew towards the paper man at an astonishing speed!

Just when the sword edge was about to touch the opponent, the paper man trembled slightly and disappeared on the spot in front of Jian Changsheng...

No, that can't be regarded as disappearing at all. Jian Changsheng saw with his own eyes that the other party was "folded", as if he was dismantled into several creased pages out of thin air, and then turned into slender "snakes". Along with his hand waving the dagger, it instantly wrapped around his body!

Jian Changsheng was stunned. He had never expected this possibility. The scene in front of him completely exceeded his understanding of "battle"... The [Bing Shen Dao] who had always fought back and forth, had never fought such a weird thing before. battle?

Well... except when facing Chen Ling.

Jian Changsheng subconsciously wanted to swing his sword to cut away the notes wrapped around him, but several of them instantly became entangled into chains, completely binding his hands and feet. Another note wrapped around his neck, binding him. The whole person hangs on the branch.

Jian Changsheng struggled violently, with enough strength to tear apart the steel bars, but at this moment he was unable to break free from these strips of paper. Deep marks were made on his neck, and a strong feeling of suffocation surged into his heart!

Only then did he see a hunched figure walking slowly in the dark forest.

He was a thin, pale man, with a hunchback like a hunchback and a limp when he walked. He looked like a refugee who was born with malnutrition.

At this moment, he was playing with a piece of note paper in his hand, folding and turning it skillfully. One moment it turned into a human shape, another moment it was folded into a paper crane, and another moment it was folded into a flower...

He raised his drooping eyes slightly and glanced at Jian Changsheng who was hanging on the tree. There was no emotion in his eyes.

"This one needs to be captured alive..."

After he finished speaking, the paper wrapped around Jian Changsheng's neck naturally loosened, and he fell from mid-air, hitting the ground heavily.

Jian Changsheng's purple face was panting heavily. He stared at the pale man beside him. He wanted to get up and continue fighting with the opponent, but he couldn't break free from the paper snake that bound his hands and feet.

The pale man didn't pay attention to what he meant. As the note paper he played with his fingertips spread out, sheets of paper grew out of the soil under his feet. They seemed to come alive and entangled themselves around Jian Changsheng's body, like a mouthful of white juice. The coffin gradually sealed him inside.

Seeing this scene, Jian Changsheng seemed to have thought of something, and fear flashed in his eyes!

"Field...are you Xijie?!"

As the pale man folded the note on his fingertips into a small rectangular shape, Jian Changsheng's body completely disappeared. In the end, there was only a white paper man lying alone on the ground, shaking constantly.

The pale man slowly knelt down, took out the red pen in his arms, and added a pair of red eyes to the paper man. The paper man immediately became motionless and silent.

There was a dead silence in the forest.

The pale man stretched out his hand and carried the light paper man on his bulging back. In the dead silence and darkness of the dense forest, he silently walked in the other direction, like a funeral director about to attend a funeral.

"There are two left... This time, we don't have to live," he muttered.