"Fellow Daoist, I want to trouble you to help overtake the souls of those villagers in the paper man's body, so that they can be reincarnated with peace of mind." The paper ghost said.

"No problem, just leave it to me." Uncle Nine nodded.

Transcending the soul is his specialty.

"Ahem!" The paper ghost coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his face became even worse.

It seems that he will die at any time.

The paper ghost took out a book from his arms and put it in the hands of Uncle Jiu.

He said: "Fellow Daoist, this is the paper-binding technique I practiced, I used to think about marrying a mother-in-law, giving birth to a son, and then letting me pass on a mantle." ”

"However, this thing, when cultivated, becomes not human, not a ghost. Harm others and oneself, and damage yin morality. ”

"I will hand over this evil art to the Taoist master, whether it is destroyed or something else, it will be up to the Taoist friends."

"Fellow Daoist, you are." Uncle Nine sighed when he saw the paper-binding technique in his hand.

This kind of technique is a sideshow, but after cultivating, the strength will be amazing.

If you have enough ability, you can cut out hundreds of paper figures, and when you encounter demons and monsters, you will throw them out directly, and you will be bitten to death.

However, it is too much of a loss of qi and blood, and it is short-lived.

This paper ghost is a good example.

With his own strength, he blocked the gluttonous ghost king of the ghost general level.

Uncle Nine doesn't look down on this paper-binding technique anyway.

After all, he is an orthodox disciple of Maoshan, and he can practice all kinds of secret techniques.

Therefore, how can Uncle Nine take a look at this paper-binding technique that consumes the life of qi and blood.

As for the destruction, it will not be, Uncle Nine will definitely take it back to Maoshan and fill it into the Maoshan Secret Vault.

"Little underworld friend, I have something to ask for, I don't know if it's okay?" The paper ghost looked at Wang Xiaohei on the side again.

"Wang~~ You say." Wang Xiaohei also looked at the paper ghost.

"Ahem!" The paper ghost coughed twice, and trembled and took down the small paper figure attached to his chest.

At this moment, the blood paper man still only has his upper body left.

As soon as it was taken down, the blood paper man suddenly jumped alive, and then floated up, spinning in a circle on Wang Xiaohei's head.

"It seems that it likes you very much, it is connected to my life, after I die, he will be free, if no one controls him, he will inevitably cause harm to the world."

"Generally, after the death of the previous generation, the paper people whose lives are connected will be passed down, and I am the gluttonous ghost king who used my master's paper figures to repel me."

"I'm alone, and I have no descendants."

"Little underworld friend, I don't know if you want to raise it, it's easy to feed. Your spiritual blood is sufficient, and feeding it once a week is enough. The paper ghost said.

Wang Xiaohei was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

What's that? Let him raise a paper man?

Is there any such operation?

However, it seems that it is possible!

"Wang~~ Yes." Wang Xiaohei nodded immediately.

A smile appeared on the paper ghost's face, and then, as soon as he waved, he saw the half-body little paper figure fly back into his hand.

The ninth uncle on the side saw this scene and was silent, although he didn't know whether this was a disadvantage or a benefit.

However, Uncle Nine believes that Wang Xiaohei has his own judgment.

"I've untied the connection with the paper man, you can establish contact with him by dropping a drop of blood now, and then it will obey your orders." The paper ghost said.

Wang Xiaohei nodded, made a cut, and squeezed out a drop of blood and sank into the paper figure.

Suddenly, a blood-colored rune appeared, and then disappeared.

Wang Xiaohei immediately felt that he had a connection with this little paper man.

"Wang~~ Come here." Wang Xiaohei shouted.

The bloody paper man actually understood, floated over from the paper ghost's hand, and then landed on Wang Xiaohei's claws.

"He was injured, he was torn in half by the Gluttonous Ghost King, his strength was greatly reduced, and I didn't have the ability to cut his lower body out again."

"However, with your spiritual blood supply, his strength can also recover, and even become stronger." The paper ghost said.

Wang Xiaohei nodded, and then pressed the paper figure on his chest.

When he let go, the paper figure was also tightly pressed against his chest.

The paper figure is attached to Wang Xiaohei's body, sucking Wang Xiaohei's qi and blood all the time.

However, there are very few smokes, which is negligible for Wang Xiaohei.

All he had to do now was give it blood once a week.

However, he has strong hematopoietic ability, so it's not impossible to do it once a day.

Subsequently, Wang Xiaohei controlled the hair growth and completely covered the paper man, as long as the paper man was not allowed to come out, no one could find it at all.

"Fellow Daoists, please overdo it for them." The paper ghost said.

"Hmm." Uncle Nine nodded,

There was no shortage of things in the ancestral hall, so Uncle Nine quickly set up an altar.

Then, it took a quarter of an hour to do a ritual and send all these souls to the underworld.

"Paper ghost fellows, don't worry, I've already said hello to the below, and I will take good care of them." Uncle Nine said.

"Daoyou really deserves to be the authentic sect of Maoshan, and there is still a relationship below, so when I go down, you have to let them take good care of me."

The paper ghost said with a smile.

"Definitely." Uncle Nine nodded.

"By the way, fellow Daoist, can you send me home, I want to sleep at home. I've been so tired these days. The paper ghost said.

"Well, I'll carry you." Uncle Nine squatted down and slowly carried the paper ghost on his back.

Then, Uncle Nine walked out of the ancestral hall.

He didn't know where the paper ghost's home was, so he asked, "Fellow Daoist, in which direction is your home?" ”

"Fellow Daoist? Fellow Daoists? ”

The paper ghost didn't reply, because he was dead.

"Grandpa Paper." At this time, in the distance, a little girl ran over.

"Little girl, your paper grandpa is asleep, don't wake him up." Uncle Nine said.

"Oh, I see." The little girl nodded again and again.

"Little girl, do you know where his home is? He wanted to go home and sleep. Uncle Nine asked.

"Yes, I'll take you." After the little girl finished speaking, she jumped up and led the way in front.

After a while, he came to the home of the paper ghost.

"Little girl, it's late, you should go home and rest." Uncle Nine said.

"Well, uncle, I'll be home soon, and besides, my father and mother have cleaned up a room for you, right in the house we just passed by, and you can go there to sleep at night."

After the little girl finished speaking, she ran quickly towards her home.

After Uncle Nine watched the little girl leave, he pushed open the fence gate and entered the yard.

Then, I walked into the house.

In the room, there are a lot of paper figures, and at first glance, they are quite infiltrating.

However, Uncle Nine has also seen too much of these, and after walking into the room, he put the paper ghost on the bed.

"Paper friends go all the way." Uncle Nine saluted the paper ghost.

Then he left here with Wang Xiaohei.

They did not go to the cleaned house, but under the leadership of Wang Xiaohei, they found the white horse on a meadow three miles away from the village.

Hakuba did not die, and when the ancestral hall collapsed, the pillar also fell, and although Hakuba was frightened, he was not injured.

The white horse also ran out, and at last ate some grass here and rested on the ground.

Uncle Nine still has to rely on a white horse to hurry, but he can't throw it away.

When Bai Ma saw Wang Xiaohei and Uncle Nine coming, he got up and wanted to run, but when Wang Xiaohei shouted, this guy didn't dare to run and walked over obediently.

In the end, he was ridden back to the village by Uncle Nine.

In the end, he came to the house, and the white horse was directly chained to the courtyard.

Uncle Nine didn't wash up, and just lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Wang Xiaohei is also tired today, after all, the battle with the Gluttonous Ghost King has also consumed a lot of his energy.

Lying on the bed, within a few seconds, he fell asleep.

……

After a night of silence, it soon came the second day.

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

Outside, there was a wailing and crying.

Wang Xiaohei rolled over and continued to sleep.

Uncle Nine woke up, he walked out of the door, looked outside, and found that many villagers were gathered in the house of paper ghosts.

Uncle Nine was still a little sleepy now, but after thinking about it, he still walked over there.

When the paper ghost dies, he still has to do a ritual for the paper ghost.

After the ritual is done, we will have breakfast again, and then we can continue our journey with Xiao Hei.

……

"Little Black, Little Black, wake up, get up for breakfast."

I don't know how long it took, Wang Xiaohei was woken up by a shake.

"Blackie, wake up? Hungry, get up and eat, the village has prepared a lot for us. Uncle Nine said.

"Food?" Wang Xiaohei came to his senses all of a sudden.

Not long after, Wang Xiaohei and Uncle Nine came to the home of the paper ghost.

The paper ghost's home has now been turned into a mourning hall.

The paper ghost is now lying in that coffin.

Uncle Nine has also finished the rituals, just waiting for the burial.

In the courtyard of the paper ghost, there are five tables, all of which are full of food.

All the villagers are here, and they are all sad, and none of them are smiling.

So many people died in the village, even the paper ghosts died.

I really can't laugh.

I feel very sad in my heart.

However, there was still an older man who stood up and said something about the scene.

Then, everyone bowed to Uncle Nine and thanked them, and after that, they officially started eating.

……

Half an hour later.

Uncle Nine rode a horse and left Dashan Village with a large amount of food and Wang Xiaohei.

After they ran out for a few hundred meters and couldn't see the village, Uncle Nine stopped.

Then all these things hanging on the white horse were put into the talisman.

Without these things, Bai Ma suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and kicked his hooves happily.

"By the way, Xiao Hei, I almost forgot, I haven't tied up the Yin Soul Bead for you yet."

As he spoke, Uncle Nine took out a red rope from the talisman and began to weave it.

In a short time, the braided red rope wrapped the Yin Soul Bead in its entirety, and two long red ropes strung it together.

"Alright, I'll hang it up for you."

Uncle Nine squatted down and tied Wang Xiaohei around his neck.

"I also put a sealing spell on the Yin Soul Bead, so that the breath will not leak out, so that others will not be able to detect it." Uncle Nine said.

(End of chapter)