The white shop on the corner has been around for many years.

When the uncle who sold Jiangzhou noodles on the street was a child, the white shop already existed, and the white shop at that time was no different from now, decades have passed. It is still tattered, old, and lifeless, and it is a place that children will subconsciously and avoid when they play.

There is a name in the white shop, engraved on the plaque on the top of the store, the plaque is seriously weathered, and there is not much paint and ink left, so it can only be vaguely recognized, and the words "Death Hall" are written on it.

There was not a hall master named Hu Tao living in the Hall of the Dead, only a thin, ugly and withdrawn old man. The old man seems to have been born an old man, an old man decades ago, and still an old man.

No one knows how old the old man is, and no one knows what his specific name is, but they just hear the old man in the family call him Uncle Remnant. So from generation to generation, it was the remnant grandfather, the remnant father, and the remnant ancestor who called it so.

Although Uncle Cripple is thin and small, he has good hands and feet, and no one knows where he is crippled.

Some people see that Uncle Remnant is withdrawn, doesn't like to talk, doesn't move around with the people around him, but only stays in the white shop all day long, and every time he sees it, he looks stupid and clumsy, so they guess that Uncle Remnant is brainless;

Some people saw that Uncle Remnant had no wife, no heirs, no relatives, and didn't know where he came from, so they guessed that Uncle Remnant was the one who was disabled.

It is said that Uncle Remnant used to have a master, but the master died of a stroke on a stormy night. Of course, some people say that the master was scared to death, was killed by a resentful ghost, and was killed by someone. In short, since then, no one knows the origin of Uncle Remnant's life.

Uncle Remnant runs a white shop, usually selling some yellow paper, paper money, incense and candles to live; When someone dies, he will help make wreaths, tie paper people and paper houses, and get some money.

But with the changes in society, people nowadays believe more in life than in the afterlife. People prefer to take care of the elderly while they are alive rather than wait for them to die.

So Uncle Remnant's life became more and more difficult, and the white shop became more and more dilapidated.

The street lights in the old street have been broken for a long time, and no one has come to repair them. Only occasionally the lights of nearby homes shine on the streets, providing some light. The streets always look dark.

Zhang Ziyu and Ling Shijian walked towards the Baishi shop one foot at a time, and when they got closer, they could see the white lanterns hanging at the door of the Baishi shop in the dim light. The lantern was tattered, and there was candlelight in it, but it was extremely faint, struggling in the night wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Walk closer, to the door, on the dilapidated plaque of the lintel, you can vaguely see the words "Death Hall".

It was nine o'clock in the evening, but the door of the store was still open, and I don't know if there were still people coming to buy incense and candles at this time, or if the Afterlife Hall was really a Dead Hall, doing business for the living during the day and the dead at night.

Looking inside the store, there is no light, it is dark, but you can see that the store is not big, about 30 square meters, the decoration is very simple, and the ground is still muddy.

Facing the wall of the gate, an incense box was set up, and the gods worshiped on the incense box were still Taihao Heaven and Earth, the Holy Master, and Guanyin Master, among which there were naturally four local priests from the southwest, Yan, Luo, Li, and Ran.

Incense was burned on the incense box, and it looked like it had not been burning for long; There is a statue of a god enshrined under the incense box, and it is not clear whether it is the king of Jizo or the king of Hades, or the ancestor of this rebirth hall, but it is lit with red light.

The eerie red glow provided some light for the inside of the store.

There is an empty road in the middle of the storefront, and there are paper houses piled up on the left and right, and the paper houses are used as a freight platform, on which are placed paper people, paper money, incense candles, wreaths and other dead people.

The store was in a rut, messy and crowded, but there was no one.

There are no people, no ghosts, and no souls. It's just that the eyes of the immortal cultivators can see that there are ghosts in the house, and they know that there were ghosts in this house before, and there are many of them.

"Empty city?" Zhang Ziyu frowned.

He bred up and continued to walk forward, but was stopped by the Spirit Sword as he raised his foot to step into the threshold.

“？” He looked at the Spirit Sword.

Ling Shijian pointed upward, Zhang Ziyu looked up, and saw a bell hanging at the door.

The bell pulls the red line on the threshold, the red line hides in the dark, and when it crosses the threshold, it will pull the red line and trigger the bell.

"Soul bell." She said.

He raised his hand, emitted a sword aura, cut the red line, and reached out to catch the bell.

“！！” Zhang Ziyu sighed in his heart, you are worthy of being a paper man, putting this kind of thing at the door.

It is said that the white shop placed a spirit-summoning bell at the door in order to do ghost business. When a ghost comes, it will trigger a spirit bell to alert the owner. The shopkeeper will make a deal with the ghosts, or lead the ghosts to the underworld and be reincarnated. But there is no underworld in the real world, and the purpose of the paper master to put the soul bell at the door can be known.

The two walked into the store carefully, looked left and right, and Zhang Ziyu asked, "No one?" ”

"Nope." Ling Shijian shook his head.

She pointed to the offering table under the incense box, on which there was still bloody gauze and wound medicine, "People can't go far." ”

Zhang Ziyu is in such a bad state that he has lost his usual keen observation.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"The paper figure should live in the shop. But it's just a storefront, no living room. Ling Shijian observed, and actually analyzed, when his eyes went around the paper house on the right, he suddenly found a door leading to the back in the dimness, "There is a door over there." ”

As she spoke, she walked over to the other side.

"Be careful." Zhang Ziyu reminded.

"Hmm."

Lingshi Sword responded, pushed the door open, and "swish", a knife was cut off on the head.

Her face did not change, she only stretched out her finger and clamped the blade with her two fingers, and the big knife suddenly couldn't move.

On the contrary, Zhang Ziyu was startled, and when he looked behind the Lingshi Sword, he saw a powerful man standing by the door, with muscles that were not inferior to Long Yun.

"The paper figure master really has traps every step of the way!" He secretly admired that he had been chased to his hometown by them and still did not give up.

"It's a bit of strength." Ling Shijian chuckled, and his fingers were forceful, and he snapped the sword.

The hand turned into a sword finger again, and a little forward, the strong man didn't react at all, and was hit by a finger in the center of the eyebrow.

Immediately afterwards, the strong man took a step back, his body shook, turned into a paper figure, and fell to the ground lightly.

"Look at his strength......," Ling Shijian said, "it should be the paper man that the paper man master used to protect himself." It's the last hole card. ”

Zhang Ziyu responded, feeling that it was the same.

Pushing open the door, the two walked into the room.

Through the faint light, you can see that this is the living room of the paper man.

The room was small, cramped, and long, with a narrow wooden bed on the right hand side of the door, and only a corridor on the left. As a rough estimate, the width of the house is just over two meters. The aisle is full of sundries, clothes, raw materials for making paper figures, bottles and cans of waste paper, etc., and it is difficult to find a place to put your feet for a while.

"Be careful." Zhang Ziyu reminded.

Looking ahead, there is a stove on the opposite side of the room, and there are all kinds of kitchen utensils, condiments, oils and other things on the stove. There are also buckets, basins, and bowls under the stove.

In the left-hand aisle, in the middle, between the stove and the bed, there is another door on the wall with a curtain hanging on it.

Both of them have a good sense of smell, and they can smell that it is a bathroom inside.

Lingshi Sword snapped his fingers, and a sword qi flew over, cutting off the door curtain.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke and dust kicked up.

"Toxic." She could see clearly.

Zhang Ziyu subconsciously covered his mouth and nose.

The five fingers of the Ling Shi Sword opened and pushed forward, and the fine sword qi blew over like a wind, blowing the poisonous gas to the side. Blowing out of the room from the window on the stove.

I walked over, went to the door curtain, and looked inside, and sure enough, it was the bathroom. There is a mirror and washbasin directly opposite the entrance, and a toilet on the right side.

And just at the entrance position, under the washbasin, there is a tunnel entrance.

It was probably the paper figure who walked in a hurry, and the door of the tunnel was not closed yet.

Ling Shijian looked down and saw that there was still dried blood at the mouth of the tunnel.

"He must have gone through the tunnel."

As she spoke, she jumped to her feet and jumped down the tunnel.

But at this moment......

"Wait!"

Zhang Ziyu stopped her.

"How?" The Spirit Poetry Sword stopped in mid-air and did not fall.

Zhang Ziyu looked at her, shook his head, and said, "You are halfway through the analysis. ”

This guy has some thinking skills, but he can't think about it well enough.

"Think about it, would a person like the paper man forget to close the door because he was in a hurry to escape?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Ziyu pointed to the blood at the entrance of the tunnel and said, "This is more like a deliberate drip." ”

He turned around, swept around the living room, and smiled, "It's a trick...... He didn't actually go. ”

Ling Shijian flew up from the tunnel, went behind him, followed him to look around the living room, and asked, "Then where is he?" ”

Whether it is the storefront outside or the living room in front of you, it is too small and too small, you can see the end at a glance, and it does not look like a Tibetan place at all.

"It's called darkness under the lights, it's actually obvious." Zhang Ziyu reminded, "Where can you see Tibetans? ”

Ling Shijian looked at it again, and suddenly found a place that he subconsciously ignored.

Under the bed!

It's just that the paper man's bed is too narrow, and there are all kinds of miscellaneous items piled up next to the bed and on the bed, and at a glance, it seems that the debris under the bed is full of debris, and there is no space, so they are piled up to the side of the bed.

Zhang Ziyu was too tired, he looked left and right, found a stool by the curtain, dragged it over and sat down against the wall.

He exhaled and shouted under the bed, "Come out!" ”

But there was no movement in the room.

He waited for a while, gave Ling Shijian a look, and deliberately shouted, "Shijian!" ”

Ling Shijian walked out of the bathroom, at the door, five fingers opened, and five sword qi appeared in an instant, she shook her hand, and five sword qi flew out, "欻欻欻", penetrating the bed.

This was followed by a few sounds of "poof", the sound of the sword qi stabbing the person, then the two muffled snorts of the old man, and finally the sound of the Lingshi sword "sighing" retracting the sword qi.

“？？？”

The room was quiet for a few seconds, Zhang Ziyu looked at Ling Shijian a little bit, his eyes widened, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Didn't you tell me to do it?" Lingshi Jian wondered.

“！！”

"Didn't you see the look I gave you?" Zhang Ziyu was speechless, "I'm asking you to scare him." How did you just kill him? ”

“…… It's so dark in the house, who can see your eyes? Ling Shijian was also speechless, "Moreover, this kind of demon who has killed countless lives, what are you going to do if you don't kill it?" ”

Zhang Ziyu looked at the sky and asked, "What if the killing is wrong?" Isn't he a paper man? ”

"He's hiding here, isn't he a paper man?"

Zhang Ziyu said: "Then there are still many things to ask!" Like, why did he attack us? And his identity, a person in the Demon Dao, a person in the Demon Dao, what if he is a member of the Demon Dao Sect? Will the sect retaliate against him if he kills him? And, even if he doesn't ask anything, then at least he has to know where his inheritance goes, right? Exercises, materials, weapons, whatever. ”

Ling Shijian was silent for a while, and then said, "...... Kill all killed. ”

“……”

A little brain, but not much. Zhang Ziyu let out a long sigh.

The paper man master, the paper man master, provoked him from cutting down the loquat tree, so that he discovered the identity of the high-level monk of the Spirit Poetry Sword, and then approached them as Zhou Qiang, on the one hand, to probe, on the other hand, to observe, on the other hand, to lead them into the game, and spent countless efforts to do the game for them. Extremely cautious, extremely obscene.

He and Lingshi Sword, without Lingshi Sword, he didn't have the strength to break the game at all, he died directly; Without him, Ling Shijian couldn't find the body of the paper master at all, and the paper master could lay out without injury.

The paper man who was so difficult to deal with was killed casually by the Lingshi Sword in this way.

Zhang Ziyu felt a little unreal.

When he sighed, Ling Shijian walked to the bed, found the switch in the room by the door, turned on the light, and then pulled the clutter in front of the bed away, and dragged a person out from under the bed.

…… Or rather, a corpse.

This is an old man, looking sixty or seventy years old, thin and small, and his appearance is not good.

He was wearing a black Tang suit, and he was really from the beginning of the last century.

He had five wounds in his body, except for the sword qi that had just been stabbed by the sword qi of the Lingshi Sword, and there was indeed a sword wound on his left shoulder, which had already been bandaged. It was just outside the riverside villa area, and the Ling Shi Sword was injured through the body.

The evidence from all sides shows that this is indeed a paper man.

Zhang Ziyu took a deep breath, cheered up, stood up, walked to the side of the paper man, and looked down at the skinny corpse.

He had mixed feelings.

But there was no sense of fear, guilt, and nausea after the killing, perhaps after helping Ling Shijian kill Li Weiming last time, his psychology had changed.

For killing, for the dead, he doesn't have too many psychological fluctuations.

He was more relaxed in his heart.

So terrifying, so difficult, the enemies that lurk in everyday life, like poisonous snakes in the grass, you are not even sure if there are poisonous snakes in the grass.

Such an enemy is finally dead.

There are also some feelings.

The paper man master is so terrifying, but he is just a monk in the realm of self-cultivation. He was even an old man, a thin and lonely old man. If it weren't for the fact that Ling Shijian was a monk who saw the state of mind, and was two great realms higher than him, they would really be heavy.

It can only be said that the immortal cultivation world is terrifying.

It needs to be pointed out here that the paper master is different from the Tang brothers and sisters who also like to hide in the shadows, first, the Tang brothers and sisters are just killers, they are responsible for taking money to do things, and the source is not on them; Second, the brothers and sisters of the Tang family are only people in the martial arts, while the paper man master is a person from the immortal cultivation realm, and the threat level is different.

It must be known that with the arrogant nature of the Lingshi Sword, even the paper master disdains, where can he care about ants like the Tang family brothers and sisters?

"A man dies like a lamp goes out." Looking at the paper man, Zhang Ziyu sighed.

No matter how strong or demonic you are when you are alive, when you die, you are just a corpse and a handful of loess.

He asked Ling Shijian again, "What should we do with the corpse?" ”

As he asked, he suddenly reacted with a question, "What about the soul?" What about the soul of the paper man? He was an immortal cultivator when he was alive, if he became a ghost, how terrifying would he be? ”

"Die under my sword, where is the chance to turn him into a ghost?" Ling Shijian said disdainfully.

"It's easy to dispose of corpses." She is very experienced in this, "You can divide the corpse, and I will use my sword qi to directly chop him into pieces." ”

Zhang Ziyu thought of that scene...... He was not Hannibal after all, and said with a calm face: "Change one." ”

"You can burn it. This is a bit troublesome, mainly because I don't know how to use fire spells, and I need to burn it with normal methods. ”

"What else?"

"It's okay...... Ling Shijian took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, "melt him directly with corpse powder." ”

She said, showing the corpse powder to Zhang Ziyu, "Shushan corpse powder is a necessary medicine for home travel, murder and arson. ”

After killing the paper man, Zhang Ziyu was in a good mood, and said: "...... So where can you buy it? ”

"Shushan Dan Pharmacy!" Ling Shijian said with a smile, "Exclusively developed by Shushan, compared with the corpse medicine on the market, it does not produce a peculiar smell. Protect your sense of smell and be safer and more hidden. Customize now, you can get a 20% discount! ”

This guy is also addicted to acting, Zhang Ziyu glanced at her and urged: "Hurry up and turn him in!" ”

"Okay!"

Ling Shijian grinned, opened the bottle, and sprinkled a little powder on the paper man's face.

Soon, the powder melted into the paper man's skin, and then it was clearly visible, and in a few blinks, the paper man's body melted away, leaving only a sticky and wet Tang costume still on the ground.

This effect frightened Zhang Ziyu, it was much more terrifying than the corpse water used by Wei Xiaobao in "The Legend of Deer and Ding", and it was worthy of being a product of cultivating immortals.

"What's going on?" he asked. What has become of all kinds of human tissues? Why did it disappear? ”

Ling Shijian asked shamelessly, "Do you think I know?" ”

Zhang Ziyu glanced at her and didn't ask again. When she was in high school, she didn't study physics and chemistry until she was with him.

After the body melted, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function, squatted on the side, lifted the sheets, and looked for the bottom of the bed.

"What are you looking for?" Ling Shijian asked.

"At the last moment when we were chasing, he didn't choose to run away from the tunnel, but chose this bed. This is of course a psychological trick, but it still shows that the bottom of the bed is the safest place he feels. Zhang Ziyu explained, "If he still has any treasures left, it is likely to be down here."

As he spoke, he found a box under the bed.

The box was not big, it was about the same as the school desk box.

Reaching out and dragging the box out, there was a lock.

Lingshi Sword sliced the lock with sword qi and opened the box.

There wasn't much in the box.

In order to lay out the Soul Killing Sword, the paper man master has almost consumed his savings for decades.

The first thing that catches my eye is a black stove, not big, the size of a palm, but it looks like the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun in "Journey to the West".

Zhang Ziyu picked it up and asked Ling Shijian: "Alchemy furnace?" ”

Ling Shijian shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"What else could this be if this wasn't an alchemy furnace?"

"Where's the furnace for refining?" Ling Shijian said, "They all look similar. ”

"The furnace for refining is so small?"

"Magic weapons are not all swords and the like, there are also many beads, nails, throwing knives and the like."

"Okay!"

Zhang Ziyu handed the stove to Lingshi Sword, and picked up two pieces of ore from the box, one was black, heavy in his hand, like cast iron; A transparent but bloodshot piece that is cold to the touch, like a crystal.

"What is this?" He asked Ling Shijian again.

"I don't know." Ling Shijian still shook his head.

He looked up at her and asked, "What do you know?" ”

Ling Shijian didn't feel ashamed at all, and replied: "I'm a sword cultivator, of course I know swordsmanship!" I don't know how to refine pills or tools, so how can I know such a thing as ore. ”

It makes sense, and Zhang Ziyu can't refute it.

He handed the ore to the Lingshi Sword, and picked up a piece of wood that was a few feet long, bright gold and black, and it was also heavy, and the density was not lower than that of stone, and it was probably some kind of refining material.

didn't ask Lingshi Sword anymore, and handed her the wood directly.

After the wood, there are three porcelain bottles, pick it up and take a look, a bottle of Qi Refining Pill, a bottle of Soul Replenishing Pill, and a bottle of Soul Devouring Pill, the name is marked on the outside of the bottle, but I don't know what these pills are used for.

Of course, even if he knew, he didn't dare to swallow the elixir of the paper man master at will.

"Speaking of which......" Zhang Ziyu handed the porcelain vase to Ling Shijian and asked, "Why don't you Shushan have any elixirs to help improve the realm and replenish the blue?" ”

Ling Shijian's eyes flickered unnaturally a few times, his eyes looked away, and he replied: "Using the pill to improve the realm will cause the realm to be vain. If you think about it, mana comes out of thin air, so naturally you can't control it at will. I, a disciple of Shushan, have never followed these crooked ways! ”

Zhang Ziyu originally thought it was very reasonable, but when he looked up at Ling Shijian's appearance, he knew that she was lying.

"Is it because Shushan can't afford to eat?" He asked.

"It's not! Definitely not! Ling Shijian categorically denied it.

"Oh......" Zhang Ziyu understood.

He picked up three more thread-bound books from the box and flipped through them briefly, one "Paper-cut Adult", one "Soul Shifting Dafa", and one "Ghost Cultivation Method", obviously, two supernatural powers, one cultivation method.

It's all shown by the paper man.

Now is not the time to study the exercises in detail, Zhang Ziyu flipped through it, and was about to put the things back, but at this time, he found that inside the box, there was something at the bottom of the box.

A waist card, right in the middle of the box.

The waist card is black, with a golden edge around it, and the texture looks very high-end; On the upward side, there are two gilded characters "ghost difference", pick it up, heavy, turn it over, and there are also two words on the back, "Difu".

"What the hell?"

"Underworld?"

Zhang Ziyu frowned, handed the waist card to Ling Shijian, and asked, "What is this?" Didn't you say that there is no underworld in the real world? ”

"Not at all." Ling Shijian glanced at it and said indifferently, "Maybe it's some magic weapon, right?" Or just a commemorative item. ”

Zhang Ziyu was suspicious, and looked over and over again with the waist card.

"Alas! I don't know why you're so feudal and superstitious? Ling Shijian shook his head, hugged his things and turned around, "Let's go, it's time to go back." ”

"No more searches?" Zhang Ziyu got up with the waist card, "Especially that tunnel, I think there are treasures underneath." ”

Ling Shijian looked back at him and asked, "Aren't you tired now?" ”

Saying this, Zhang Ziyu suddenly felt tired and returned to his body.

The stab wounds on the chest and shoulder were aching again.

He thought about it, the tunnel was originally intended by the paper master to lead them down, even if there were treasures inside, but there were obviously more dangers.

And it's late and tired today, and I really should come back next time.

"Huh!" He laughed and said, "Yes." ”

The two of them walked out of the store.

"I see you're not very fond of collecting loot, what's going on?" Zhang Ziyu asked.

"As a sword cultivator, everything else will only affect my speed of sword release." Lingshi Jian replied.

Zhang Ziyu was silent for a while when he heard this, and asked, "What about the sword?" As a sword cultivator, don't you want to have a few more swords? ”

"......" Ling Shijian paused, and said quietly, "It's too poor, I haven't thought about it." ”

The financial and material resources required to build a flying sword are far beyond Zhang Ziyu's imagination.

"Okay!"

The two walked through the storefront and came to the street outside, Zhang Ziyu turned around and asked again, "Are you going to burn here?" ”

"No need." Ling Shijian shook his head, "Let's go." ”

Again, when the police uncles found out about the supernatural powers, they naturally knew that this matter was not their business.

It doesn't matter whether the evidence is burned or not, or whether the evidence is destroyed or not.

The two returned to the car, Zhang Ziyu meditated for another half an hour, recovered some body, and drove back to the industrial area overnight.