As soon as it appeared, there was a burst of laughter all around, very eerie, like the voice of a young man. Together, the villagers who had gathered around just now became even more frenzied, making a burst of whining sounds, and continued to surround them.

The master and the old man in his mouth stood back to back, their expressions serious. It's just that the tall old man also gives me a cold feeling, which is very uncomfortable. Especially when he just came out, the scar on my face hurt a lot.

"Old man Jiang, what are you bringing this kid here for? You don't necessarily know that he is ......"

"Of course I know his situation, I don't want you to say it, since his fate should be like this, let him see it first, eight years old is not young."

The conversation between the master and the old man Gao made me confused, and I didn't know what kind of dumb riddle they were playing. All I know is that if I don't think about it, these villagers will surround me, and God knows what will happen when the time comes. Although I grew up with the master of the dark bank, I am not too afraid, but I am also worried that these things will rush up.

The old man said in a hoarse voice that I will do the big ones, and you deal with these small ones. Then my eyes widened and I was amazed to see this short, stocky old black man, leaping to his feet and swooping from the ground to the roof!

I thought to myself, is this light work? Could it be that this old man in black is still a martial arts master, but he doesn't look like it. At that time, in my mind, the masters of martial arts were all white-bearded grandfathers, and the feeling of fairy wind and bones.

He jumped to the roof, just in close proximity to the blackened figure of starvation. I saw that he took out a compass-like thing in his hand and threw it out to hit the starving man, and the starving man wrapped in black gas dodged it at once, but the compass actually drew a semicircle in the air, dragged out a red light, and hit the starving man again, which was very intense!

At this time, the master turned his head and shouted at me: "Don't look stupid, throw me the Sanqu money in the bag!" ”

Sanqu money is a type of paper money in the shape of a long strip. This kind of paper money is made with plant ash and some cow dung, which is very flammable. Because it is necessary to make three hollow curves in the center of the paper money, it is called Sanqu money, which is actually a relatively ordinary paper money.

Since I was a child, I have been very familiar with paper money, so I steadied my hand that was trembling because of fear, and quickly took out a stack of three-song money and handed it to the master next to me. By this time, the villagers around us were about to catch us. The paper horse beside me snorted, ploughed the ground with his foot, and rushed out.

With a thud, it slammed into the nearest villager ghost, knocking him several meters away and falling to the ground, emitting black smoke all over his body. Then the paper horse barked again and began to wander around, knocking away things that were close to me and my master.

I tugged at my master's trouser leg and watched in horror at this strange sight. The master had the three pieces of money I had just given him, and suddenly threw it into the air, and then his hands suddenly clasped together, making a snapping sound, and then parted again, and the ten fingers moved rapidly, and they couldn't see clearly, and there were words in his mouth, which were very complicated and strange syllables.

With these movements of the master, the three-song coins that were scattered in the air seemed to be played by an invisible thug, and they flew up, and then connected end to end in a spiral, as if they were twisted hemp ropes. These hemp ropes composed of three pieces of money actually emit red light, and in the end, they can't tell that they are three pieces of money, but they are ropes made of red light!

These big, thick red ropes gave me a very uncomfortable sense of oppression, exuding a terrifying power. They flew out, and as if they had eyes, they slapped them at the villagers who were about to reach out and grab us.

Only the sound of brushing and brushing was heard, and these villagers were in groups of three or five, and they were trapped by the red rope turned into three pieces of money and could not move. I could only stare at us with a cruel and cold gaze, and I subconsciously dodged behind the master.

The red Sanqu money flying in the air went to the remaining villagers one by one, and the master seemed to be very tired, panting heavily, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans on his forehead were flowing down one by one. Even his footsteps were vain, and his body shook and almost fell to the ground, so I quickly helped the master.

I was only eight years old, and the master was so heavy on me that we almost fell to the ground together. Fortunately, at this time, the white paper horse seemed to have completed its task and ran over, blocking behind, so that the master and I did not fall together.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Seeing the master look so weak, I was very anxious. I was raised by my master since I was a child, nominally a master and apprentice, but in fact, we are father and son. He's hurt and I'm definitely worried.

The master smiled hard and waved his hand to show that the baby was not worried, and it was fine. It's just that I'm a little tired from overexertion, today, you've seen some secrets of the Dark Paper Master, how about it, isn't it worse than the Taoist priest in the rumors you usually like to talk about and listen to?

I nodded vigorously.

The white paper horse behind him slowly dissipated at this time. The body made of paper money collapsed, and soon turned into a pile of paper money ashes that seemed to have been burned. There was just a silver piece of paper floating in front of me, with intricate lace around the edges, and some words that were twisted like tadpoles that I didn't even recognize. It is completely different from the so-called "underworld" of the underworld that I usually do with my master.

The silver paper slowly fell from the sky, fell into the ashes of the paper horse, and was gone. My eyes widened in surprise, stunned again by the strange sight in front of me. Unexpectedly, the white paper horse that seems to be made of paper money actually relies mainly on a special piece of silver paper to act.

When the master saw my appearance, he tried to hold up a smile and explain the baby, and when I go back this time, the master will gradually teach you something...... Something that the Grim Paper Master should really master. In addition to making paper money for ordinary people who have died, we also have some more important things.

Seeing the master's complicated eyes, I nodded as if I didn't understand.

Because all the villagers around were tied up by the red hemp rope that the three pieces of money turned into and couldn't move and fell to the ground, the master and I were no longer worried. It's just that on the roof, the fight between the old man in black and the starving man continues. It is said that the short and fat old man in black clothes is also powerful, and starving to death is a kind of terrible ghost recorded in the book, and this old man is inseparable from him. I don't know if the master has this ability?

"Master, what is the relationship between this short and fat old man in black clothes and the person who came to you in the afternoon with a face that can't see clearly? I feel like they smell a little bit like that. And it feels like it's all the same. If I closed my eyes, I thought they were alone. I nervously watched the fight on the roof and asked the master curiously.

At this time, the master seemed to have eased up a little, and told me: "This old man Gao is a ghost in this area of a hundred miles, and the one who came in the afternoon is a person who has passed through the yin." The two of them are somewhat alike, but not quite. I'll tell you more about this later, you wait for me here, and I'll help him. ”

The master handed me a paper crane made of yellow paper money and told me that I could use it to protect myself. He ran to the front, trying to climb up to the roof along the wooden pillars in front of the house to help the fat old man in black clothes. I didn't expect the master to be so agile when he got older, and he didn't have the slowness of his usual time at all, like a big spider, and climbed to the roof after three times and five divided by two.

Then he waved his hand at the starving man, and a small paper crane flew out of his sleeve, the same one in my hand that had been folded in yellow. The wind rose, and it grew bigger, and struck at the starving man.

But who would have thought that the starving man was not in love with war at all, and actually floated down from the roof of the house and pounced violently in my direction!

The master shouted that it was bad, old man Gao, you ****, go and save my apprentice.

But it was too late, the starvation was too fast and unexpected. Almost in the blink of an eye, it was in front of me, and it was black and scary. There was a faint shadow of a person in the black air, although it was not clear to see, but it could feel that it was emitting an aura that made people tremble.