Night, Goose City.

"Three watches, safe and sound-"

The gentry with a lantern walked alone on the deserted and silent street, striking a gong to tell the time.

The dull sound of the gong startled away the wild cats that were rummaging in the shallow ditches, and they rushed into the dark alleys.

Suddenly, a faint sound of wind blew over his head, and he was startled, interrupted his half-yawn, and hurriedly looked up, only to see the cornices of the tall buildings, and the deep darkness of the night.

Suddenly remembering the strange rumors circulating in the streets, he couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly fled the street in three steps and two steps.

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County jail.

It was late at night, and the five jailers were in the room next to the door of the dungeon.

Normally, the jailers should have gone to sleep, leaving one of them to keep vigil.

But tonight, knowing that there may be a White Lotus Demon coming to rob the prison, where can I sleep peacefully,

Dressed in leather armor, holding knives and shackles around their waists, they hid in the corners of the room, and then the candle in the middle of the room, staring at the door with trepidation.

The blades in their hands were all summoned by Ma Bangde from the Wudewei armory, and they were wrapped in rune paper.

Even if he is an ordinary man, holding a knife can hurt a demon with a lower cultivation.

A young jailer licked his chapped lips and scolded in a low voice, "Damn, Wang Liu, this fool, actually relied on himself to be a head-hunting nephew, and said that he couldn't come sick." Leave us a few top cylinders. ”

Another person also complained: "The county lord is too, knowing that the White Lotus Demon may come over, and he asked our jailers to stay here." ”

"Okay, okay, don't say a word."

The eldest cell boss turned his face and reprimanded: "Eat the king's luck, bear the king's worries,

The prisons in the surrounding counties, which are not dilapidated and cramped, with filthy labor, and the food and clothing of the jailers are reduced for three days.

Only the Goose City under the rule of Ma County Ling can still be regarded as the south wind of life, and the people are peaceful and live and work in peace and contentment.

In the past few years that the county commander has been in office, he should also keep in mind the good for us.

How can you abandon your duties and flee in fear because of a demon who doesn't know if you're coming? ”

The cell leader paused, glanced at the slight shame on his subordinates' faces, and said in a low voice: "What's more,

If that Siemens Taoist is really powerful,

Then maybe this prison is the safest place in Goose City..."

Before the words fell, a nameless wind blew in along the crack in the door,

The candle flame trembled and fluttered, and finally went out,

The room fell silently and darkly.

All the jailers shuddered in unison, and they seemed to be able to see the terrified expressions on each other's faces.

"The bright moon spits light, the yin wind blows the willow lane, who wants to love, the miserable and charming bride——"

The faint woman's singing voice seemed to sound outside the prison, tactful and beautiful, melodious and ethereal, gradually high-pitched,

The cold chill seemed to penetrate the heavy stone walls and penetrate the jailer's heart and lungs.

"The bright moon spits light, the soul swings in the wind, the night is deeper, and the fog is colder—"

The song stopped abruptly, and everything was silent,

In the next second, the heavy and stocky door of the prison was violently pushed open.

The huge iron lock hanging on the inside of the door flew out and smashed on the ground with a dull sound.

The cell leader's face changed abruptly, and although his heart was about to explode, his body obeyed his instincts, rushed to the door with a long sword, kicked the door open, and stopped in the not very spacious prison corridor.

The entire prison is slightly lower than the flat land of Goose City, and from the main entrance of the prison, you need to walk down a six-step step to get to the prison.

Then the moonlight cleared, and the cell boss clearly saw a strange-looking figure standing on the top of the steps.

It seemed to be a man, dressed in black, with his hands hanging straight at his sides,

Tall and thin, with a strange white face, huge eyes, extremely thick eyebrows, but a small cherry mouth,

The overall facial contour is cylindrical, and the limbs that have stopped stiffening appear extremely slender compared to the body.

It's not like a living person, it's like ....

At the time of burial, the paper figures who were buried together.

"The wandering spirits are all over the lonely road, looking for a stand-in—"

The male paper man opened his cherry mouth, tilted his head, and sang like a stage flower.

Twisting his stiff and strange body, he walked down the steps step by step, and stepped slowly,

The cell leader only felt that his liver and gall were about to be broken, and the long knife in his hand kept trembling, and he subconsciously took half a step back, not daring to look back, but could only shout in a trembling voice: "Siemens Daoist!" Siemens Road Chief! ”

No response.

On the innermost side of the cell, the cell prepared for Wu Arc and Daoist Siemens was silent.

The strange song woke up the prisoners in the whole cell, and the prisoners on this side of the cell gate were so frightened that they screamed,

The prisoners on the inside of the cell had no choice but to shrink into the corner and cover themselves with mattresses.

Tread, tread.

The paper man tiptoed to the ground and floated into the dark corridor,

Everywhere he passed, the candles hanging on the beams and pillars were instantly extinguished.

Death was close at hand, but the pale-faced cell leader clenched his long knife, took half a step forward, and roared angrily: "Pretend to be a ghost, die!" ”

When the long knife is chopped down,

"Tear and pull",

The head of the paper figure was split in half, hanging on the shoulders on either side, and in the open chest, there seemed to be a thick ink mist hovering around it.

The head was cut off, and the paper man suddenly stopped, slowly raising his arms,

Hold the two halves of the head with both palms, and suddenly close your hands towards the middle, and force the split paper heads together.

The already strange and inhuman face is even more shriveled and deformed.

The paper man squeezed out a bright smile, raised his arms, and the paper palm grabbed the neck of the cell head with lightning speed.

The shriveled head leaned closer, opened its mouth, and slowly spit out a dark fog that floated slowly towards the cell head.

At this time, several jailers had rushed out of the room, crowded in the corridor, and saw the chief being strangled by the neck of a tall man.

The paper figure was disturbed, his body did not move, but his neck turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and his shriveled head looked at several jailers with a smile.

Whew——

Like the sound of a balloon leaking came from the paper figure,

Billowing smoke poured out from the cracks of the knife marks all over his body, and finally gathered on the ceiling of the cell, condensing but not dissipating.

And the rough paper body slumped lightly, turning into a thin layer of paper figures.

The jailers looked up at the billowing layer of black smoke and stood in place, dumbfounded.

"It's the right time—"

There was a murmur of murmur coming from the black smoke,

The entire layer of smoke rolled up like an overwhelming net towards the jailers in the hallway.

Just when a few people thought they were about to die,

"Squeak",

The door to the cell in the far corner of the cell was opened.

The short-haired Taoist man dressed in a crane pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the cell, his face calm and calm, he only glanced at the black smoke, and raised it casually.

An imperceptible golden light burst out of his hand, slashing through the air, stabbing black smoke.

The terrible screams were deafening, and the black smoke in the sky dissipated in an instant,

A weasel the size of a dog fell from the ceiling of the prison and landed on a paper leather bag, with a soul-calming nail for the Martial Virtue Guards nailed to the door of his head.

"It's just a beast that bewitches people."

The short-haired Taoist shook his head, his voice a little hoarse, "The pet was killed, and the owner didn't come out to administer justice?" ”

Suddenly, in a dark corner that no one noticed, a thin figure in a night robe sprang out, and the poisoned dagger in his hand with a dull blue glow silently stabbed into the heart of the Taoist.