The thin monk casually threw the paper man away, and the paper man fell to the ground suddenly, and suddenly his eyebrows moved, and he became vivid. The paper man moved his legs on the ground, and quickly charged towards the three of them with a spear, rising by one point with each step, and soon became equal to the size of an ordinary person.

The three of them were frightened and frightened, and the first one was well-informed, looking at the familiar scene in front of him, he suddenly remembered something, his face showed disbelief, and he said:

"You are a disciple of the Ghost King......

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the three of them turned even more desperate, the ghost king's subordinates had never left a living mouth, and they were even playing with their souls. The three of them looked at each other and had to fight hard.

The leader threw off a piece of seed, and with both hands, several vines rose in the wind, blocking the path of the paper man.

The vines rolled up in the air with a burst of "boom, boom" breaking sound, and pumped fiercely towards the paper man from all directions, but he didn't want the paper man to suddenly become soft, and was blown back and forth by the strong wind drawn by the vines, but he just dodged all the attacks from the gaps in the vines and floated out of the area where the vines were attacked.

Suddenly, there was a breeze in the air, and the paper man was blown by the wind, and accelerated suddenly, and when he came to the three of them in an instant, he had to stiffen. The paper man smiled, and stabbed straight at the spear, stabbing the leader through the heart, and the paper spear began to soften after sucking blood, and the paper man simply abandoned the spear and took a paper sword from his back.

The second monk was sweating profusely, first with a trick and then with a fog technique, but he couldn't stop the Paper Man from cutting off his head in despair.

The Paper Man shook off the second tainted sword, pulled out several more paper knives from his back, and struck him in the center of the brow before the third person could cast a fire spell.

It took a while for the thin monk to walk slowly. The three of them are dead, the living soul and the seven spirits have dispersed, and only the conscious soul is left floating in the air.

He took out a locust wooden box from his bosom, and with both hands, he pulled three frightened souls from the air, sealing them into three squares in the box.

The emaciated monk coughed twice, as if tired, and sat down on the body of the severed friar. He took out an unusually smooth piece of paper from his bosom, cut out the shape of a small sword, a flying knife, and a spear, and glued it to the back of the paper figure after some training.

Taking away all the valuable things on the three of them, the thin monk frowned slightly, and secretly sighed that the three poor ghosts, and the soul strength was no different from that of ordinary people, they were all filled with frogs and mice.

The thin monk sighed, grabbed the three birds with his eyes, washed the souls of the three people out of consciousness, and poured them into the birds, and the eyes of the three birds immediately became smart.

The thin monk walked slowly towards the town, teaching the three birds on his shoulder to speak, intending to dye them a beautiful color and sell them for a good price before dark.

Bai Ze walked around the town all day, except for equipping the carriage with a real horse, and at noon he had dinner with a kind fortune teller.

Although this Taoist priest is fortune-telling and cheats money, he doesn't have any mana at all, so he has always cheated mortals out of money, eats and drinks a few meals, and never gets involved in battles between cultivators. This kind of life is also a portrayal of the lives of most practitioners in this world.

After a few jars of good wine, the Taoist priest's face flushed, and Bai Ze described the appearance of the night market. He went in every year to join in the fun, and this kind of gathering of practitioners would allow him to find a little bit of the brilliance of the transcendent in his humble life.

Bai Ze can pinch his head with one hand, and this Taoist priest can't set off any waves. The two chatted until it was getting dark, and then walked into the mountain market together.

Sure enough, it is a gathering of cultivators in this world, the small city is brightly lit and people come and go, although it is not as lively as the modern nightlife, but it is also very festive.

Unlike yesterday, Bai Ze's waist bag is sufficient, and he is naturally full of confidence when he goes shopping. He separated from the Taoist priest and walked to the meat farm in the East Side on his own.

There are more vendors selling people in the East End tonight, and they even pay attention to eating human flesh on birthdays. Fresh children's brain flowers can also be gathered into pots, but each pot costs five hundred taels, and a dog demon drools and stands on the street loudly denouncing this profiteer's behavior.

Bai Ze glanced at it and stopped paying attention to this place, and came to a stall with sparse customers, this stall was the only one that specialized in selling demon bones, and he remembered this place yesterday.

"What do you want!" The tiger demon sat taller than Bai Ze stood, condescending and did not look like a businessman.

Looking up at the tall and sturdy tiger demon, Bai Ze swallowed and foamed, yesterday's stall owner was obviously a cat demon!

"I want tiger bones......"

The tiger demon glared at each other, and stood up on the ground. Looking at the guests around him who were scared away, the tiger demon finally squeezed out an ugly smile and took out a few huge thigh bones from under the table.

"I want a skull or a neck bone......" Although the Taoist priest repeatedly said that the monsters were the most well-behaved, Bai Ze always felt that he was digging this tiger's ancestral grave, and he couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp, and said cautiously.

"Lao Tzu has a skull on his body, and you have the ability to pry it off!" the tiger demon smashed the table with a punch, pointed to his head, and roared loudly.

As the tiger roared and shook the sky, the group of weak human monks in Dongcheng District shook a large area, and although Bai Ze was not weak, he was also frightened and took a few steps back.

"I'll just eat a snack, and you'll cause trouble for me!" The cat demon took two strings of sweet and sour roasted hearts, jumped over in a few steps, and loudly accused the tiger demon.

The tiger demon glanced at Bai Ze hatefully, turned and left.

"Little brother, don't be afraid, although there is no large skull, there is a tiger shin, so I will find it out for you. "The cat demon still has the flesh of the human heart between his teeth, and smiling at a human being like this always has a weird feeling like pre-dinner etiquette.

Bai Ze had a layer of fine goosebumps on his body, carrying the tibia of the Tiger Demon who was almost in the late stage of transformation, and hurriedly walked away from this place.

The tiger bones are already heavy, not to mention the bones of the tiger demon, which are almost knotted with the tiger demon, don't look at the four sections that are only a few tens of centimeters, but they weigh no less than two hundred catties, and ordinary people can't carry them.

However, Bai Ze bought these four pieces, and added a fist-sized skull, but it only cost two thousand taels of silver. In other words, it's the price of four pots of children's brains. This is also the reason why so many monks kill people and slaughter villages, and sell people, and the huge profits can make people very crazy.

However, there is also a lack of cultivation knowledge in this world, so the flesh and bones of the essence of the demon beast's whole body have become almost unusable, stewed and stewed, and bitten and bitten cannot be moved. Especially the monsters that have become the climate, and they can't digest it.

Bai Ze shook these business ideas out of his head, tied up the four tiger bones, carried them on his back, and left the slaughterhouse in the Eastern District.