On the streets, it is late at night, and there are few people.

Duan Qiang's anger was like a gossamer, and in a trance, he seemed to see a small paper figure floating around.

Then I fell into a daze, and I was no longer able to think.

This little paper figure stood on Duan Qiang's face with a wicked taste, and seeing that the person was about to disappear, it hurriedly waved around, as if summoning something.

After a while, one after another small paper figures came from all directions, and one of them was the most eye-catching.

He had a vague face on the left side, and he was holding a piece of spirit paper in his hand that was taller than his body.

"This is too cruel, isn't it, it's useless to do it for someone?" Zuo Dao's thoughts wandered, and the little paper figures around him nodded in unison.

This scene was full of weirdness and absurdity, and Zuo Dao himself couldn't help laughing.

He seems to be like a schizophrenic, but Duan Qiang's experience always makes Zuo Dao feel a little wrong, and the approach is too rough.

With doubts in his mind, he decided that the matter was important for now.

These paper people are all his paper skills, and the paper spirits also have three, six, nine, etc., the little paper people with faces are the techniques that were made in the Huaiyang Road home before, just like the natal magic weapon of the immortal cultivation novel, and the rest of the little paper people are actually controlled by the three paper spirits on the chest, because they themselves are not connected to the left road, so they cannot be counted as paper spirits, and can only be called "little paper people".

This is also the magic of trickery and paper cutting, like a nesting doll, separated by layer after layer, but if anyone wants to touch the melon, then they will be directed to the 'spiritual creature', and then make the other person suspect that it is a haunting.

As the army of paper spirits on the left path grows more and more, all kinds of magic will become more and more obvious, and in the end, it can even have strange effects such as covering up the heavens, reverse deduction, etc.

At this moment, the two little paper figures grabbed the two ends of the spirit paper, and the paper spirit with a face floated to the front, with a pen in their hands, and ink with a spirit.

"- Fu Yi, there are many people who are in trouble today, crippled and dying, I hope that the darkness will be merciful, and help the needy..."

The paper is sprinkled with writing, and the ink is swaying.

In a moment, as the last stroke fell, the little paper man who originally followed Duan Qiang waved his hand at the other little paper figures as if saying goodbye, and then it was pasted on the spirit paper, it followed Duan Qiang for the longest time, and it was inevitable that there would be some entanglements in various aspects, so Zuo Dao wanted to "destroy the corpse and destroy the traces".

Immediately after, burn together.

As the two turned to ashes, a fresh breeze came from the silent streets.

Duan Qiang, whose breath had plummeted, actually stabilized at this time!

There is an invisible force that sustains Duan Qiang's life.

"Wishing for Burning Spirit is indeed effective, which means that prayer-type spells will also work in this world."

The paper spirit with a left-hand face smiled and nodded, originally he took this opportunity to make a try, it is naturally the best to save it and ask for some information, but it can't be saved, and it can also be used to understand the "rules" of this world and verify which ones are effective in this world.

When the spirit paper is used for prayer, it can have an almost miraculous effect, from the national dispute to the sparse, to the small to pray for life, can have the support of the underworld, because of the arrival of a new world, the experienced Zuo Dao naturally also made a circumvention.

The contents of praying to the heavens, the heavens, and the family have all been modified, and at the same time, a sentence has been added to make Duan Qiang hurry up and sober up, this approach is naturally a bit undecent, but it is understandable, the many years of undercover career in the cult will inevitably have these inhumane methods, not to mention that the other party is now a traitor in his department.

It's time to wake up. Zuo Dao thought.

Seeing Duan Qiang waking up slowly, when his eyes were dazed, the paper spirit with a face dissipated his face in the left path control, and Duan Qiang saw the paper man floating around, as if he understood everything, his eyes were dim, but he didn't say a word.

"Don't you even say thank you to the savior? Should I call you Elder Duan, or Duan Qiang? The paper spirit made a gender-indistinguishable voice.

Duan Qiang's eyes moved, and he wanted to move, but found that his injuries were too serious, and he didn't even know how he was alive and awake, seeing this situation, the corners of his mouth tugged:

"Thanks, I still haven't escaped you."

Duan Qiang naturally knew that the other party wanted to attack his heart, so he said his identity and wanted to occupy the top of the exchange.

"If you want to ask him where he is, I don't know," Duan Qiang said weakly, and said: "The way I look, I guess the place he gave me is also the place where I will die, hehe..."

Duan Qiang laughed miserably.

Zuo Dao's paper spirit was speechless, he didn't know the relationship between these people, from this point of view, it was obviously different from ordinary colleagues, in this situation, Duan Qiang obviously had to protect their captain, and he still had a strong guard.

"Then let's talk about something else we can talk about," Zuo Dao changed the subject, deciding to start somewhere else:

"Maybe I can really save you or let you go?"

Duan Qiang's eyes moved again, looking at the paper figure floating above, and did not say anything.

Seeing this, Zuo Dao asked:

"The place you just was in was like a gathering place, or a church, what was it for, what was it called?"

"Worship the Pupil Sect, sooner or later you will know," Duan Qiang said, enduring the pain and making up for it:

"He points to a certain being."

"I'd like to know who is behind the Misty Ritual and what you want to do next." Zuo Dao asked.

Duan Qiang was silent again.

Zuo Dao also began to have a headache, and the verbal communication with this kind of obviously professionally trained cadres was as difficult as the relevant personnel in the world, and due to the mysterious and frequent situation in this world, the mental tenacity of the other party was even more above it, and now he could not torture Duan Qiang, the fragility of the other party's body was obvious, and it was possible to lose his breath if he grabbed it and swayed.

"Relax, maybe it wasn't your captain who did it," Zuo Dao thought for a while and said:

"After all, from my point of view, if he has this control, there is really no need to do this, after all, every one of you now should be extremely valuable, even a chicken can serve a dish."

Catering to the other party first, creating opportunities, and then looking for a breakthrough, this is Zuo Dao's way of thinking, not to mention, he does think so.

"Thank you for your comfort." The corners of Duan Qiang's eyes moved slightly, his mood seemed to fluctuate, and he still didn't eat oil.

Zuo Dao was not pleased to see the other party's expression, because this was likely to be a trap under the other party's bad taste, he asked, and Duan Qiang "made" again, maybe there is no equality between the two at the moment, but when Zuo Dao put the confrontation in words, the two were equal.

Therefore –

The left road changed positions again and threw out the king bomb.

Duan Qiang seemed to see the smile under the blurred light of the paper man.

"Would you like to see what the transfer location your captain left for you—"

Duan Qiang's cheeks twitched.

Zuo Dao's mood became more and more happy.

......

The other end of the nightclub.

A law enforcement team in black trench coats led a group of district officers to investigate the area.

Neither the staff nor the guests could hide from it.

The leader of the team was a man with a square face and a sinister eye.

He walked to the box where the fat man led the people in, and finally stopped at the place where Zuo Dao and Duan Qiang were fighting, he picked up his dry arm and pondered for a while.

Subsequently, he made a communication.

"Zang Wai, it's me, Yan Fang."

"Say." Zang's voice sounded in the communication.

"It is confirmed that it is a member of Li Jia's team, called Duan Qiang, he has fought with people, used the overclocking state, paid a greater price than the convention, and lost an arm."

"Who do you suspect?"

"I can't confirm that the person who fought with Duan Qiang didn't leave any traces of the technique or ritual," Yan Fang said, his tone a little strange:

"There are no cameras in this bar, so there's no way to determine the exact flow of people, so I think anyone can do it."

"What about the nightclub owner, I look at the bottom seems to be very clean, if it's clean, forget it, a bar with a camera inside is not neat, it's too much to hide your ears and steal the bell, right, you don't give the boss a full set, it's not like your style?"

Zang's communication suddenly had some pertinence.

"It's clean, and it doesn't seem necessary." Yan Fang had something to say.

"Oh?" Zang's voice was significantly raised.

"Hang up, I'll try to track down Duan Qiang's traces."

"Huh."

In the box, Duan Qiang hung up the communication, pulled out another list, and entered a message.

In a moment, a space in the box twisted, and out of the twisted crack came an embarrassed and thin fat man.

He walked towards Yan Fang with a hippie smile.

......

Street.

Li Jia came to the place where Duan Qiang's "car accident" occurred, and he looked at the remaining blood stains on the ground with an expressionless face.

At this moment, a drunk man stumbled into him, bumped into him, and began to curse.

Li Jia didn't answer, just glanced at the drunkard, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterward, the drunken man suddenly stiffened and fell straight to the ground, without a sound.

Li Jia's figure also disappeared into the night streets.