"Knock~Knock~Knock~Knock~"

In the main hall of the Yamen of Qingshui Town.

The white willow twisted the backbone, reversed the joints of the limbs, and the iron rod cast bronze in his hand, sometimes briskly, sometimes like a storm beating the leather drum.

The voice in his mouth was hoarse and low, with an incomprehensible tone:

"Candle for whip ~ paper for rope ~ willow prison ~ get rid of evil spirits ~ sigh ~ sigh ~~"

Wu Yong's brows furrowed on the side, the momentum of this dancing god was far beyond his imagination.

The strange lyrics in Bai Liu's mouth, under each paragraph, the two gods of the paper man standing on one side began to move a little.

The two gods of the paper figure seemed to circulate in a regular manner, and the four directions of the wooden prisoner cart walked back and forth.

In the meantime, Wu Yong could clearly hear the strange sound of rustling under the paper man's hat.

About two breaths later.

The two gods of paper men holding red lanterns slowly lifted their hats.

Candlelight flickering.

In the dim environment, Wu Yong was vaguely aware that a trace of mist was rising in front of him.

But this does not hinder Wu Yong's sight, Wu Yong, who is wearing the skin of the Faxin Dao, can see clearly.

In the hazy mist, the head of the two god paper figures turned out to be a "boy".

The boy was lifelike, and his eyebrows were as vivid as if he were a living person.

A paper figure with the "head" of a living person?

An inexplicable absurdity rose in Wu Yong's heart, and a feeling of incongruity made him quite uncomfortable.

But on the other side, the strange movements of the "white willow" of the dancing god did not stop at all, and the rhythm of the cast copper rod hitting the leather drum was like raindrops.

"Hit the bumps and bumps ~ I heard that my son was crying and sad ~ Tianzhao was a loving mother. Beat your chest and cry and sigh ~ Tears and wine are deep in the waves of the West River ~ Alas ~ ~ "

Bai Liu's voice was mixed with a little trembling.

The two gods of the paper man not far away began to circle around the thin man in the wooden prisoner cart again.

Only this time, two lines of tears flowed from the lifelike boy's face.

"嗷~嗷~嗷~"

The emaciated man in the prisoner car struggled angrily, his heavy chains holding him down, but the high-frequency swaying head made it look extremely painful.

The tone of the white willow singing god slowly sounded:

"The son is also close to the daughter~ The woman is the mother's own root~ Crying and worshiping the mother ~ Seeing relatives in the dream of begging ~~ Alas alas~~"

The two gods of paper figures who circled around the prisoner car, in this strange tone, the whole head changed again.

This time, she looked like a girl, and the girl looked at the thin man in the prison car with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, Wu Yong felt more and more that the lyrics of this dancing god were strange and extraordinary.

The scene of being inexplicably peeped at made Wu feel irritable.

The dreary and oppressive atmosphere lasted less than a few breaths.

The thin man in the prisoner car, covered in bruised muscles, unexpectedly broke free from the shackles of the cast iron chains, and his hands suddenly poked out.

But these hands did not grasp the two gods of the paper man in front of him, but choked his neck fiercely.

The thin man's eyes were blood-red, his arms were blue, and he looked at the strength to strangle himself to death.

At this moment, the sound of Bai Liu's hand beating the leather drum suddenly stopped.

The recurved arm holds the cast brass mallet and strikes rhythmically on top of his head.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~Knock~"

"Ten fingers are connected to the hearts of relatives~ I have kissed my children and grandchildren are sons-in-law~ A piece of true love comes to pay tribute~ Full of love and responsibility like gold~~ Alas, alas~~"

Bai Liu's voice just sounded. The head of the two gods changed again.

This time, it turned out to be a young face.

The young man's mouth rose upward, outlining an arc that made Wu Yongdu feel strange.

Inside a wooden prisoner's car.

The skinny man's blood-red eyes rolled up.

The whites of the eyes are presented.

The palm of the hand that pinched the neck could not stop wisps of black gas from spreading outward from its nasal cavity.

The black gas drifted like a wisp of green smoke into the mouths of the two gods of the paper man.

Wu Yong, who saw this scene at the scene, also felt that something was not right.

Because of the white willow dancing beside him, the bronze mallet in his hand still beats the top of his head rhythmically.

But the originally smooth forehead was beaten again and again, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and even faintly visible, breaking the edge of Sen Sen's skull under the skin.

If this continues, let's not talk about whether the "prisoners" in this prison car can be expelled from evil spirits.

I'm afraid that this white willow will knock himself to death.

That's just at this time.

Standing in the main hall of the yamen, the two gods of paper and man, his head suddenly changed, from a young man to an old lady with a wrinkled face.

Her mouth opened and closed, and the strange tone was the same as the white willow beside her, this time her mouth was no longer facing the prisoner car, but staring at Wu Yong, who was standing in place.

Moment!

The feeling of respiratory arrest came again.

"The sky is vast ~ Relatives don't leave their hometown ~ Children cry and it's hard to see each other ~ ......"

The old lady's singing came to an abrupt end, and a trace of confusion and doubt suddenly flashed in her eyes.

It's like the storyteller on stage suddenly forgetting the second half of an ancient poem.

At the same time, Wu Yong's feeling of respiratory arrest suddenly lightened, and the fragments of memories that had been vague in his mind were also a little clearer.

Almost subconsciously, Wu Yong connected in his heart.

The second half of the paper man and the two gods!

[The wind blows the pear blossom and the wind is sad ~ the moon falls and the frost field Wanmu Xiao ~ today and tears parted....... Alas~~】

In a trance!

A word came to Wu Yong's mind.

【Skin grafting】

This is actually part of [Skin Grafting]....

No wonder I have a feeling of becoming more and more familiar when I see the paper figure and the face changes.

The two god paper people, every time they change their faces, Wu Yong can detect it in his mind.

About [2 points of deception value, the reward redeemed, more and more clear!] 】

It's different from the last time I got Stitching.

Obviously, the source of "Skin Grafting" this time is actually on the body of the two gods of paper figures.

To be exact, it should be possessed by the "immortal family" of the two gods of paper people at this moment.

Not far away, the face of the old lady of the paper man changed from a trance at the beginning, then became hideous, and finally looked at herself.

That appearance has nothing to do with people.

Sure enough, there is still a significant difference between the "immortal family" of the dancing god and the ordinary "evil cultivator".

It is worthy of being called an "immortal", and it can find the "source" of the problem so quickly.

Wu Yong did not hesitate at all.

Wearing the skin of the Dharma Heart Dao person, he raised his hand and went down a little.

The "sheep child", who had been hovering in the sky, immediately laughed twice.

The bulging abdomen bulged, spewing out a "white mist" from the inside of its navel.

The white mist shrouded the heads of the two gods downward.

Immediately after, the half-cut mouth that locked his chest opened.

Two mist, one black and one white, went down the top of the head of the two god paper figures into the mouth of the "sheep child".

The distorted sheep's hooves trembled lightly, as if they had eaten some excellent delicacy.

For a moment, Wu Yong could clearly perceive the skin of his own Dharma Heart Dao person....

Crystal clear, the skin and flesh are getting tighter and tighter~

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