Strange news about the little paper man

The location where Li Mobai and Fang Zheng are located is Sun Jinchen's secret room in Zichen.In today's decisive battle, the most difficult thing is not Sun Jinchen himself, but the puppet under his control.

Ji Mingyuan doesn't know spells. Strictly speaking, there are only three people in today's combat power, of which Li Mobai is the highest.Zichen is Sun Jinchen's headquarters to control the puppets. After discussion, everyone decided to let Li Mobai stay here to control the overall situation, and Fang Zhan would organize the battle on behalf of him.

Most of the ghosts in the ghost town are harmless, but emergencies cannot be ruled out, and the Phima Sanren are responsible for keeping an eye on them.As for Ji Mingyuan, he monitors Ye Lin's every move and reports in real time through the array at home.

It stands to reason that this division of labor is very suitable, but there is a square sign in the middle.

Fang Zheng was originally the most qualified in her teacher's school, with extraordinary talent and excellent bones, but it's a pity that he is lazy and brainless.He began to practice after the birth of his mother's womb. More than ten years later, his combat effectiveness is still negligible.

The brothers never took her with them when they were on missions, but it happened that she was a good person.

Before going out, Fang Zhan put his junior sister into confinement as a routine.It's a pity that the elder brother is hard-spoken and soft-hearted. If he is tied up, he is afraid that she will be strangled, if he is restrained, he will be afraid that she will be tired, and if he will faint directly, he will become even more stupid.In desperation, the cold-faced senior brother had no choice but to take out his trump card - to keep homework.

Knowing that his junior sister can't even memorize the nine-character mantra, Fang Zhan's assignments are all liberal arts, including a lot of ancient poems and prose written silently. Even Baidu would have to search for five or six hours.

The senior brother obviously underestimated the mobility and imagination of the junior sister. As soon as he left, this guy went out with his homework.

Fang Zheng did not follow his senior brother this time, but contacted his new friend Li Mobai. The other party expressed a warm welcome to her arrival and directly reported the address.

After receiving the duel post, Sun Jinchen gave Zichen and everyone a holiday, leaving only the eight evil spirits under his command to guard them.Fang Zheng was gearing up behind Li Mobai. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw someone throw out a talisman and pat all the Eight King Kongs with their teeth and claws on the ground.

"Dabai mighty!" Fang Zheng held up his homework book, shaking the book and shouting.

Li Mobai took out the fairy binding rope, tied the eight ghost cross-species into rice dumplings, and threw them into the corner of the wall.Afterwards, this gloomy secret room became a self-study room, and the two sat at their desks and began to do their homework.

Even if he was harmless in life, he would no longer be a good person if he became an evil spirit.As soon as Li Mobai entered the door, he shocked all the ghosts with invincible force. After being frightened, these ghosts did not dare to move rashly.The bad thing is Fang Zheng's homework. After seeing such an IQ, no matter how honest a ghost is, it's hard for him to think otherwise.

"Sister, you recited it wrong. It's Gaotang Mingjing with sad white hair, not Mingyue!" The one who spoke was a kid with a shaved head and braided hair, like a New Year's picture doll.

"Who said I was wrong!" Fang Zhengzheng was addicted to improvisation, and he was not convinced.

"The teacher said." The New Year picture kid said.

"You little devil, how many grades are you in, and you still come to teach me?"

"I can recite a hundred Tang poems at the age of three!" said the little ghost.

"I could memorize two hundred poems at the age of three, but I forgot them all at the age of three and a half. What's the use?" Fang Zheng dismissed it.

"Then I have a better memory than you, and I still remember 99 songs."

"Really?" Fang Zheng jumped up from his chair and went to the kid, "I'll give you the pen, you write!"

"I can't move my hands," said the kid.

"Hey, do you think I'm stupid?" Fang Zheng said triumphantly, "I won't let you go if you recite my writing!"

The little ghost was not angry either, he smiled and helped Fang Zheng recite the poem.

Li Mobai supported the table with one hand, and turned to the other side of the desk.When he came in, Fang Zheng sat down too quickly, neither of them noticed the mystery of the chair.

The tables and chairs in this room are all made of stone, and the top of the stone chair is engraved with two fighting Yazi, and there is a gossip pattern on the top of the animal's head.This pattern is very weird, not like a simple decoration.Li Mobai drew a talisman out of thin air with his fingers, and embedded it on the eight trigrams diagram.The Tai Chi in the center immediately turned in a circle, and the stone chair moved slowly, giving way to the underground black passage.

Under the secret room, there is indeed a hole in the sky.

There was no lighting underground and it was pitch black.Li Mobai took out the night pearl, hung it in the air, and the room was bright.

This is an octagonal secret room with patterns on all eight walls.Yazi punches and beats the prisoner, Yazi kicks and kicks the wind, Yazi hits the prison... Yazi bites and bites the kiss, what a fierce Yazi!

There is a large vat under each wall, and the mouth of the vat is sealed.The center eye has nothing to do with Yazi, but a faint green fire with no visible shape.

"What is this thing burning?" Fang Zheng asked.

"It's Di." Li Mobai replied.

Fang Zheng was taken aback, and quickly walked to the center of the formation: "Little Di, why are you in this state?"

"The burned one," Li Mobai answered for him, "Do you know Di?"

"My elder brother has caught a lot of this thing, and I put it in a crystal ball and threaded it into a string of hanging curtains. Sometimes he can illuminate it at night when he is excited." Fang Zheng said, "By the way, it is said that this thing is still When ghosts are sad, they can ward off evil spirits."

"It can only exorcise ghosts, but not evil spirits." Li Mobai said truthfully.

"Oh, oh, it's almost there!" Fang Zheng said, "So what is this brother Din doing here?"

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Sun Jinchen's magic power is not high, what he is good at is manipulation.Fang Zhan sacrificed his wooden sword, and Sun Jinchen also took out three pieces of paper from his pocket, which were paper figurines.If Li Mobai was here, he would be excited to see his relatives.

Sun Jinchen bit his fingertips and tapped the foreheads of the paper figurines. The paper figurines quickly grew in size and surrounded Fang Zhan in three directions.Two men and one woman, dressed in different expressions, are very vivid, and it can be seen that the design is quite careful.

It's a pity that Fang Zhan is not a person who knows how to appreciate, he swung his sword and pierced the female paper in an instant.

Paper figurines are different from human beings, they can only be killed, not injured.Sun Jinchen's essence and blood endowed the spirit paper with vitality, and if he wanted to win, he had to find the pulse door and cut off its vitality.However, the pulse door of the paper figurine is like a car GPS, except for the owner, no one knows where it is hidden.

Some people have underdeveloped limbs and cannot fight, but they are agile and invincible in games.Sun Jinchen is probably an e-sports champion in the paper figurine world.The fighting champion meets the e-sports master, and it's hard to tell the winner for a while.

That girl was heartbroken by being stabbed, she didn't get angry, she strung herself on the sword, and stretched out her arms to hug Shura in front of her with a smile.Seeing that Fang Zhanmu sword was restrained, two male papers took the opportunity to rush over and attack the back of his head and heart.

Fang Zhan leaned over to dodge it, and without throwing his sword, leaning on the sword with his right hand as an axis, he spun and kicked the two paper figurines behind him.At the same time, he kept his left hand and slapped the enthusiastic sister opposite.

After parrying the attack, Fang Zhan injected spiritual power into the wooden sword, drew a large circle clockwise with the shoulder as the axis, and pulled out the sword.The female paper's belly was messed up, but she still smiled brightly.

After the paper figurines were defeated, they didn't need to rest and regroup again.Fang Zhan cut through his palm, used his blood to sacrificial sword, swept across his opponent, and chopped off all the paper figurines.

Three people and six legs shrank into small pieces of paper in an instant, and it was obvious that the veins were all in the upper body.

Three paper figurines without legs waved their arms and surrounded Fang Zhan again.

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This is not the first time Pimasanren has come to the ghost town. He died of a sister in the early years and settled here.Fortunately, Sister Shigui doesn't blame him, one person and one ghost often come and go, and the neighbors in the neighborhood know him well.

Today's ghost towns are different from those of yesteryear.In the past, as soon as the sun went down, there was a carnival and bright lights all night here.It was a good night at this time, but every house was closed and the streets were desolate.

The street corner tavern was closed, and the usual lively projection was also dark, and there were not even half of the drunks.The man in linen pouted, feeling a bit greedy for alcohol, so he went up to knock on the door, but no one opened, so he kept on knocking.

The bartender was afraid of him, so he slid open the window a little and said to him, "Fatty, it's closed, come back tomorrow."

"It's just opening time, fuck off and let Fat Lord me in."

The bartender shook his head like a rattle.

Finally, the man in Masan took a tray along the window, on which were the drinks and food prepared for him. "Fatty Lord, you are used to it. Please feel free to go outside. Today's consumption is free. Please don't knock on the door again." The bartender said with a bitter face.

"That can't be done, I'll burn paper for you another day." Pimasan said humanely.

"No, really, you're welcome," the bartender said, "I haven't done enough ghosts yet, I don't want to be a dick."

"Puchi" laughter came from the roof.

"Fellow Taoist Jingxu, why don't you come down and have a drink together on such a good night?" Pima Sanren raised his glass and invited.

"Boom" a watermelon rind fell into the beer mug.

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"In each of the eight jars, there is a dead ghost in vain, full of resentment. Human death is a ghost, and ghost death is a ghost. Burning a fire in the eye of the formation can suppress the resentment of these ghosts. This is an ancient formation, used to pray .Prayers need to sacrifice themselves, and their souls should be dedicated to the Lord God after death."

"The petitioner is Sun Jinchen? What wish does he have to resurrect his wife, but his wife is not alive?" Fang Zheng wondered.

"There is a way in heaven and earth. After death, a person can be reincarnated, but he cannot be resurrected. His wish may be related to the magic technique. We don't know his mastery." Li Mobai said.

"He wanted to resurrect his wife, so he sacrificed himself, begged God to teach him the method, and then mastered the technique of making ghost puppets? Which god did he worship for such a bad trick?" Fang Zheng complained.

Li Mobai motioned him to look at the wall.

"Damn! Such a fierce god!"

"To be precise, it is a divine beast."

"Sun Jinchen's magic power is not high, and he can't drive so many puppets and ghosts at all. This formation is equivalent to his source of power." Li Mobai continued to explain to the other party.

"So, as long as this formation is broken, all the puppets will be released?" Fang Zhengju inferred.

"That's it."

"How to break the formation?"

"Just put out the fire."

Fang Zheng took out a key chain from his pocket, with a crystal ball hanging on it.Without waiting for Li Mobai to stop him, with a sound of "close", Di Huo was sucked into the ball and burst.

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The moonlight shone into the dim garage, reflecting the shreds of paper all over the floor. Fang Zhan pressed his sword on the ground, adjusting his breath with luck.Sun Jinchen sat back on the chair with a calm attitude.

"Any other tricks?" Fang Zhan asked.

"No."

"Why not exorcise ghosts?" Fang Zhan rarely showed curiosity.

"I never drive them to do dangerous things." Sun Jinchen said.

"Then you lose."

"I lost."

Fang Zhan took out the prohibition talisman, set it on Sun Jinchen's Tianling cover, and sealed his spells.A gust of wind blew into the garage, and wind chimes rang around the villa.

"It's my ghost formation," Sun Jinchen showed an incredible smile, "Your companion seems to have a problem."

Fang Zhan walked out of the garage, and there were many ghosts outside the villa.

The author has something to say: 聻: The pronunciation is the same as gradually

Ji Mingyuan: What about me, what about me?This makes it impossible to celebrate the New Year!

Li Mobai: If you can't fight, don't talk! Scumbag!

Fang Zheng: Don't talk if you can't fight!

Fang Zhan: Shut up!

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Happy New Year, the Year of the Pig is auspicious, in the new year, every exam must be passed, and every bet must be won!

The New Year's Eve program, the cross talk "Cultivating Immortals is worse than Talking Cross Talk", the performers are draped in hemp and real people in Jingxu.

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