With Aunt Mei quietly appearing, the reactions of everyone present were different.

The one who was most stressed out was Jack.

After the strange paper figure flipped over his shoulder, he felt a slight tingling in the back of his neck, like he had been pricked by a needle, and then a chill hit his back. He roughly guessed what was behind it now, but he didn't dare to look back, and his whole body was so stiff without embarrassment.

Xiao Ming and Jack sat side by side, he watched Aunt Mei swoop out, first fell back, subconsciously tried to keep the upper body away from the female ghost, and at the same time was a little hesitant, I really wanted to do something, my expression was quite complicated.

Qi Zihuan was holding a cup of coffee, his eyes slightly closed, and he sat there not knowing what he was thinking.

As for Teacher Mao and Cissy, although they had never drunk water and could not see Aunt Mei, they felt the sudden drop in temperature and the expressions of other people, so they naturally understood the current situation.

But anyway, I can't see the ghost, so I just cower aside and pretend that it doesn't exist.

The dead do not move, and neither do the living.

But the paper man moved.

I saw the little paper man hang down the paper sword, let go of Jack's collar, kick his legs behind Jack's back, and swept straight in the direction of Aunt Mei, the speed was not slow.

In the air, it turned around in a rather dashing manner, and the sword swung with it, drawing an arc and slashing diagonally from the bottom up.

The pose is quite sufficient, but perhaps it is too small to feel threatened.

Aunt Mei didn't move, tilted her head sideways and watched as it slashed at her waist, and then fluttered her sword as it fell, slashing from her waist to her feet.

At one time, a total of more than a dozen swords were struck, and each sword was not actually an entity, and every time it touched Aunt Mei's blue robe, it was directly passed through, and a few wisps of black smoke were brought out.

The black smoke escaped, and it drifted not far away, rolled for a while, and then gathered back to Aunt Mei, never to be seen again.

The paper man was not enlightened, and he didn't know what to be discouraged, and after landing, he didn't stop, retreated dozens of steps in a row, and finally opened a distance of one meter from Aunt Mei.

He paused for a moment, as if to catch his breath, and then raised his hand to tear his head off.

Unfold the piece of paper, which was originally a head, as rune paper, and make a few strokes with the hand that is not holding the sword, and then pick and stab the tip of the sword, piercing the piece of paper into the sword.

Pull a sword flower, the paper on the sword actually ignited spontaneously without fire, but the paper man paper sword of the same material was not affected at all. As the pieces of paper burned to ashes in an instant, the paper sword began to emit a faint golden light.

The little paper man without a head raised the paper sword, charged under his legs, and began to sprint towards Aunt Mei again.

Ho! Everyone's attention was also attracted, and they felt that the scene was familiar, and they immediately wanted to shout, hey, I know this!

If you give this little paper figure another horse, it will really be the wrong rhythm on the set.

Headless Horseman!

Aunt Mei was finally no longer indifferent, she looked at the paper sword with a glimmer in the paper man's hand, and seemed to feel that this big move would bring some real damage to her. It's not serious, but it's a nuisance.

So she took two steps back, and with a flick of her sleeve, a yin wind rolled out from the bottom of her sleeve and blew towards the paper figure.

The headless paper man walked against the wind, and at first he could walk slowly against the wind, but later he could only resist with his sword.

But after all, it was just a piece of paper, and its weight was too light, and after resisting it for a while, it was still rolled out with a sword.

Snapped and threw it on the wall, and then slowly fell, and there was no movement.

Qi Zihuan felt a trace of his soul return to his body, and he had no pity for the heroic sacrifice of Comrade Paperman.

……

A few days ago, after facing Biggie, who was possessed by his aunt, he felt powerless and kept thinking about countermeasures.

Thinking back and forth, it really made him figure out a feasible way.

Didn't he learn the sinister method from his grandfather, who used to only be used to fool customers, but now there are really powerful ghosts in this world, maybe it will be effective.

Then there was the treasure theft in Huangshan Village, he took Xiao Ming to steal back more than 20 tablets, turned around and put all the utensils, closed the door with his head stuffy, and clicked to do it.

Unexpectedly, this did it.

There are only nine geismans in so many tablets, and the rest are not known whether they have been reincarnated or scattered, in short, there is no trace.

Fortunately, there are only nine, it is really a number of Qi Zihuan who exhausted his mental strength to succeed, if there are a few more, it is estimated that he will hang up first.

The results of the super wandering soul were finally recognized by the Hundred Ghosts and Ghosts, not only did his divine soul grow a little, but there were also a few more pages in the picture, which gave him some benefits.

The small puppet technique used to control the paper figure is a small trick recorded in the picture.

It's not difficult to practice, Qi Zihuan's current divine soul strength is just enough to use. It only needs to be combined with some simple spells to pour a trace of the caster's divine soul into the carrier with yin energy, and the carrier can come to life, and even have a certain IQ and mana, and can execute simple commands. The more powerful and condensed the caster's soul, the more special the carrier material, and the greater the power of the puppet.

When receiving the wandering soul, Qi Zihuan divided the soul every time it was in a bundle, and it felt like a sudden vacancy in his heart, and he was so uncomfortable.

At this time, it is very easy to make a paper puppet as long as you separate a trace.

Of course, the power has also been seen, and it is lackluster.

Without the harassment of the paper man, Aunt Mei finally spoke: "Little mage, you don't hide honestly, and you dare to provoke me?" ”

"I wasn't looking for you today." Qi Zihuan pointed to Jack very unjustifiably and said, "It's this big brother who has heard your legends and has been fascinated by you for a long time, and wants to ask you out to meet him." ”

Jack felt like a dog in his heart, and secretly decided not to provoke Qi Zihuan's neurotic in the future.

Aunt Mei ignored him, and then said, "Did you let those playthings of mine go?" ”

"People are humane, and ghosts have their ways. If a person hangs up, he has to go through the hell under the ghost door, the reincarnation of those who should be reincarnated, and the reincarnation of those who should go through the oil pot. Qi Zihuan was not afraid of her, and said calmly, "It's not a matter of wandering in the world all the time. ”

"I have such a great vendetta, if they are allowed to be reincarnated so easily, I will be angry!"

"It's been almost a hundred years, and you've tortured enough. You detain them in the village and make them have to repeat the most painful day of their lives every day, with a clear mind but nothing can be changed, only to watch things happen again and again. Truth be told, you're worse than hell. ”

"If you do evil deeds, you have to bear the consequences."

"Let's not talk about your husband Bu Wantian, just ask how many people in this world are born evil, just provoked by the first evil, or follow the so-called rules, and people follow the crowd." Qi Zihuan was angry and asked, "Human nature is selfish, all living beings are ignorant, who can really be friendly to others, they are ignorant and indifferent, and you are even more!" ”

"I am ignorant, deceived by Nabu Wantian, but these villagers don't ask the truth, and beat me to death just because of fame, isn't this evil?"

"Bu Wantian, the organizer of the game, and Xiao San'er, I haven't seen their wandering spirits, so I guess I am detained by you somewhere else. But the other villagers, I have seen the lives of each of them when they crossed the soul, and they really do not deserve the evaluation of the wicked. The evil is Bu Wantian and Xiao San'er, and the evil is the rules of that era. ”

The more Qi Zihuan spoke, the more excited he became: "As for you, if you are angry and kill innocents indiscriminately, aren't you evil?" The first person you'll kill in a hundred years is called Rubbish, which translates to rubbish. Why should a person call themselves trash? Because he didn't have a father since he was a child, his mother raised him by picking up garbage, and he took such a name in order not to forget his mother's kindness, and now his old mother is still waiting for him to visit him in a nursing home. Such a young man died in vain because he drank a sip of water. Do you dare to say that you are not evil? ”

Aunt Mei was silent for a long time, and then sighed before saying, "Are you trying to cross me?" ”

"Duhua? Hehehe! Qi Zihuan laughed angrily, jumped up, stretched out his hand again, and held the peachwood sword with the sound of breaking wind.

"I just want to treat you to the Great Sword!"