Under Su An's careful teaching, time passed day by day, and with the assistance of nourishing yuan recipes and tonic medicines, Su Hao's body improved day by day, and the cultivation of mana was also put on the agenda.

In the backyard, Su Hao's eyes were closed, and the paper man Fu Bo was guarding Su Hao's side, not leaving an inch, not far away, a figure holding a paper knife, flying up and down, the paper knife flashed with cold light, the figure acted strangely, the paper knife flickered left and right, and swung at an incredible angle completely contrary to the laws of the human body.

"Young Master, you have preliminarily mastered the secret art of paper control."

When Su Hao opened his eyes, the paper man Fu Bo, who was guarding the side, said with a smile.

"Far worse than my father."

Hearing this, Su Hao shook his head, although he can easily control the paper man, he can only control the paper man, and he is still far from the realm where Su An can control the paper man to perform the paper throwing technique.

"The young master has just come into contact with the secret art of paper figures, and it is already good to be able to achieve the current level, as long as he practices hard, practice will naturally make perfect."

Hearing Su Hao's words, Fu Bo said softly.

For Fu Bo's comfort, Su Hao just chuckled, just as the encouragement of the elders.

Fu Bo is not an ordinary paper man, but a two-hundred-year-old ghost, when the ancestors of the Su family obtained the secret art of paper figures, he has been staying in the Su family, worshiped by the Su family, and the Su family has grown up under the protection of Fu Bo for several generations, and it can be said that they are all the descendants of Fu Bo.

"Fauber, how long will my father last?"

After pondering for a while, Su Hao asked, in the past four months, his body has gradually recovered, but Su An's physical condition is getting thinner and thinner, and half a month ago it has even reached the point where he can no longer continue to guide his cultivation, so he can only be replaced by Fu Bo to guide.

"It's going to be a few days."

Hearing Su Hao's question, Fu Bo's paper face also appeared sad, unlike Su Hao, Su An has been practicing since he was eight years old, and he has always been guiding Su An's practice, Su An is what he watched grow up, he can be regarded as his grandson, although he is a two-hundred-year-old ghost, he has long been used to seeing life and death, but now that Su An is going to die, he is still not very comfortable.

"I'll go see my father first."

Hearing this, Su Hao sighed, although he is not the original Su Hao, but people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, for more than two years, Su An has taken meticulous care and concern for him, how can he really not feel it.

While walking towards Su An's courtyard, Su Hao looked at the enlightenment system in the upper right.

Host: Su Hao

Identity: Weixian paper shop less owner, Xiucai

Skill: [Four Books and Five Classics] (Integration)

【Scattering Paper into Soldiers】(First Glimpse of the Doorway)

【Nourishing the Yuan】(First glimpse of the door)

【Painted Skin】(First Glimpse of the Doorway)

【Paper Control Secret Technique】(First Glimpse of the Doorway)

Enlightenment point: 0

Looking at the state displayed on the panel, Su Hao frowned, after practicing for four months, he still hadn't found out how to obtain enlightenment points.

came to Su An's room, Su An was lying on the bed at this time, and the two maids were serving on the side, but Su An at this time exuded a thick twilight aura, and it was obvious that the limit was approaching.

"Father!"

Coming to the bedside, Su Hao shouted in a low voice.

Hearing Su Hao's voice, Su An slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the sadness on Su Hao's face, Su An chuckled: "Hao'er, you don't have to be like this, it's worth your life as a father!" ”

"Now that you have inherited the inheritance of our Su family, you can also give an account to the ancestors of the Su family if you go down as your father."

"It's a pity that my father can't watch you marry a wife and have children!"

Speaking of this, Su Anxin sighed secretly, with the status of the Su family in Wei County, it is not easy to find the right family for Su Hao.

The Su family stands on the left side of the door, and the squires in the county are not all the way, it is not easy to integrate into the squires in Wei County, if Su Hao can be admitted to the examination, then he can integrate into this circle by virtue of his identity as a scholar.

Listening to Su An's chatter, Su Hao was not impatient, just listened quietly, and now that he also has mana in his body, he can clearly feel that the vitality in Su An's body is getting weaker and weaker.

At this moment, Su An seemed to be in a memory, his mouth kept muttering about the past, and as he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and his breath became vague.

Until the end, Su An slowly closed his eyes as if he was tired, and the anger on his body completely dissipated!

"Young master, the master has gone."

Fu Bo whispered behind Su Hao.

"Is the carriage ready?"

Fu Bo's words brought Su Hao back to his senses, took a deep breath, and after suppressing the sadness in his heart, Su Hao said in a deep voice.

Su An is a cultivator, his body has long been impregnated with mana to the extreme, for ghost or demon path cultivators, it is an excellent cultivation treasure, naturally it is impossible to be like an ordinary squire, stop the coffin for 7749 days, and report the funeral for people to come to mourn.

For such a long time, no one knows what demons and monsters will be attracted, if these demons and monsters can't be stopped, so that Su An's body will be snatched away, then Su An will be the real dead eye.

Among the cultivators, those who can hold funerals like ordinary scholars are basically the big cultivators, such as the Longhu Mountain Zhang family, the Maoshan sect and other righteous path cultivators, those demons and monsters can't wait for these righteous people to see them, and they don't dare to provoke these righteous people with 10,000 guts.

"Young master, it's ready."

The housekeeper on the side, Zhu Bo, said in a low voice.

"Let's go!"

Su Hao said in a deep voice, then picked up Su An and put it into the ebony coffin on the side.

Soon, two hearses full of Mingjing and Banglian slowly drove out of Su's house, and there were only Su Hao and the paper man Fubo on the two hearses.

Along the way, seeing the two hearses of the Su family, the big squires in Wei County were all frowning, as a squire, what they valued most was etiquette, and such disrespectful behavior like the Su family was naturally not welcomed by them.

Soon after, the hearse left Wei County and drove out into the wilderness.

The sun sets and the sky gets dark.

The hearse drove farther and farther, driving more and more off, surrounded by weeds, dense trees, deserted, and rare human tracks.

When I came to a low mountain, the hearse stopped, this is the mass grave of Wei County, most of the poor people will bury their ancestors here, and those who have died for various reasons in an unknown way, and no one will be buried here.

"Fauber, I'm sorry for you."

Su Hao looked at the paper man Fu Bo on the side.

"Young master, don't worry!"

Hearing this, Fu Bo answered, picked up a large basket of dark money ingots from the hearse, and floated into the mass grave.

As soon as Fu Bo left, Su Hao was left alone on the hearse, and the night fell, which set off the eerie and terrifying, weird and unknown surroundings, which made people reverie and fearful, especially the paper people in the carriage, in the flickering light and darkness, like a living person, it was even more panicked.

However, Su Hao didn't care too much, in the past few months, he had been in contact with the old ghost of Paper Man and Fu Bo, and the gloomy environment did not make him afraid.

It didn't take long for Su Hao to see Fu Bo floating out of the mass grave, throwing the money in his hand from time to time, throwing out an ingot.