Zhan Jingyi's figure passed through the spiritual radiation, completely ignoring the footsteps of these paper figures and the slightly open eyes.

"Horn" ......

When Zhan Jingyi passed by a paper figure, he broke a piece of spiritual power that was stretched across the air like a silk thread, and then, there was a sound of something breaking in the air, which was very crisp and pleasant.

As this voice sounded, the paper man seemed to lose its support, and fell to the ground at once, and the throat of the paper man actually made a lotus sound, like a beast.

"I'm sorry!"

Zhan Jingyi stopped, looked back at the paper figure lying on the ground, and whispered an apology.

At the same time, he said: "But to be honest, I didn't actually touch you, if you attack me, it will be a porcelain touch!" ”

While speaking, Zhan Jingyi didn't care about the paper figure, and still strode forward.

Only at this moment, his heart was full of vigilance, ready to deal with the attacks coming from all directions.

As he walked forward, there was a sound of "horn" and "horn" around him, as if he had broken a lot of silk threads in the air.

This crisp sound, in this silent night, was particularly clear, making cold sweat begin to break out on the faces of several people behind, but Zhan Jingyi continued to walk as if he hadn't heard it.

In this area, these countless wandering paper figures are particularly strange in themselves, representing danger!

Moreover, for these paper figures, Zhan Jingyi passing through them directly like this is tantamount to rudely breaking into their world.

Perhaps the activity of these paper figures has caused great damage, and there seems to be an invisible hatred growing in the air.

But at this moment, Zhan Jingyi chose to ignore them......

From Zhan Jingyi's view, I'm walking, you're in the way, if you don't walk, won't you let others go?

If you don't let it, then you have to squeeze it, which is the same as walking.

Zhan Jingyi believes that what he did is not wrong.

If there is really a fault, it must be the fault of these paper figures.

If you have nothing to do or are not busy, you may wait, maybe you will take care of the emotions of these paper people.

But now, they are in a hurry to get away, and if they don't give way, that's their problem, and they can't take care of it.

……

Looking at the paper figures that gradually surrounded him, his miserable white faces were smeared with two large patches of red blush, and his eyes seemed to be unopened, only revealing a line of whites, cold and indifferent, but lifeless.

So many paper figures leaning together, at first glance, they look exactly like real people, and their vivid demeanor is that if it weren't for those lifeless eyes, I'm afraid that people would believe in the living.

In particular, when so many paper figures went to that station, a gust of wind blew by, making people tremble all over their bodies.

"Knock ......"

The next moment, Zhan Jingyi found that the air shook violently, as if on the calm river, a stone was dropped, stirring up layers of water ripples,

It seems that he has destroyed too many silk threads in the air, which is nothing, but at the moment, it feels like a still picture, and the sudden splash on the surface of the lake has instantly become the most discordant factor in it.

In an instant, the dead silence fell, and a pair of cold eyes stared at him, and the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

A black mist rose between the paper figures surrounding Zhan Jingyi, and from the black mist emerged human faces that had rotted away, rushing towards him.

I saw the faces of the people in the black fog, twisted in a ball, like men and women, there were screams of old and young, as if there was a group of women and children screaming and crying, and the spiritual power of each one hit Zhan Jingyi's mind.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the black mist rolling in, Zhan Jingyi's face changed suddenly, and as soon as his hand was raised, a pistol appeared in his hand.

"Bang ......"

The pistol in Zhan Jingyi's hand spewed out a string of tongues of fire, and this time Aunt Wu brought him 502, a bullet specially customized for the characteristics of the paper man world, which has a very powerful lethality to the paper man.

The black mist in front of him was suddenly in mid-air, and three fist-sized holes were pierced, and not only that, but a puff of black smoke burned at the edge of the wound in each hole.

As the black mist flowed, Zhan Jingyi relied on his superior speed to move his position quickly, and on the other side, he raised his pistol and kept shooting at the black mist.

"Bang ......"

A special bullet streaked through the air in a strange trajectory, and even in rapid movement, each shot hit the black mist with precision.

The tricky angle, the accurate hit rate, and the elusiveness are not exaggerated for unilateral abuse.

Every bullet made a hole explode in the black mist's body, and the black mist, which was originally half a human high, was shattered in the blink of an eye.

……

At this moment, Zhan Jingyi suddenly heard a burst of "giggle" laughter not far from him.

He turned his head and saw that in the direction of the hill not far away, there was a pair of flower girls, and that pair of flower girls was the flower girl he had seen on the lake that night.

"Bang Bang ......"

With the appearance of the pair of flower girls, a gust of cold wind blew, and the red lanterns that were originally hanging around the hill were extinguished at the same time in an instant, causing the entire hill to fall into darkness in an instant.

Soon, however, the lantern that had been extinguished was lit again, but the previous lantern was red.

And now...... It's a white lantern.

This time, it seems to have changed from a happy event to a funeral.

This change made Zhan Jingyi a little silent, could it be that he killed too many paper figures?

On this happy day, people immediately change to the funeral, do you want to burn some paper?

But he also felt that with the white lanterns that were re-lit around him, there was a rather dangerous aura wafting through the air.

The next moment.

When he looked at the pair of flower girls, Zhan Jingyi was stunned for a moment, why is it a flower girl?

Originally, there were two flower girls, but now, only the girl was left hanging in the air.

Under the light of the white lantern, the little face was illuminated pale and "gurgled" with a burst of laughter like silver bells.

Laughing so hard that you feel chills in your back.

At the same time, there was a sudden burst of "hehehe" laughter behind Zhan Jingyi.

Hearing this weird laughter, Zhan Jingyi's face suddenly froze.

It felt like someone had stuffed a poisonous snake into their collar, and the hairs on their bodies couldn't help but stand up.

didn't have time to turn back, Zhan Jingyi landed on his feet a little, and his body slammed forward, even if he reacted quickly, he only felt a chill on his back, and a few scratches appeared on his back.

A little careless, Zhan Jingyi suddenly turned around, only to see the half-human-tall little boy with a paper figure, not knowing when he was standing behind him, his hands were bloody.

Seeing Zhan Jingyi turn to look at himself, the little boy put the blood in his hand into his mouth, as if tasting the taste of his blood, and soon, an intoxicated look appeared on the little boy's face.

Such a strange scene made Aunt Wu and the others who were watching from a distance feel a chill on their backs.

Not to mention the battle Jingyi in front of him, the anger in his eyes was already burning.

……

"Bang Bang Bang" ......

A series of bullets shot out of Zhan Jingyi's muzzle and shot towards the little boy, who didn't dodge, and several bullets hit him in the chest.

I saw the corners of the little boy's mouth grin, and he shook slightly, and the bullets fell from his clothes.

This special bullet has an effect on the black mist just now, but it doesn't seem to have much effect on the paper man.

Seeing this situation, Zhan Jingyi silently inserted the pistol back into the pouch on his waist and took off the Tang knife on his back.

"Don't think that if you are children, I won't dare to beat you, and if you come again, I'm welcome."

With his voice, the little boy's cold gaze looked in the direction where Zhan Jingyi was.

The next moment, the little boy's right hand was held in the air, and in its hand, there seemed to be a long sword intertwined with invisible spiritual radiation, and suddenly the little boy's hand waved in the direction of Zhan Jingyi.

"Boom".

An air explosion seemed to have formed in the air, and the spiritual radiation was intense, and in Zhan Jingyi's eyes, a giant sword nearly two meters long and twenty centimeters wide appeared in the air.

This spiritual power giant sword came to Zhan Jingyi's body in the blink of an eye, and it seemed to pierce him.

When this giant sword rushed in front of Zhan Jingyi's eyes, he didn't mean to dodge at all, just looked at the sword quietly.

The fierce spiritual radiation caused by the long sword flying over, like a violent wind, blew the hem of his clothes.

"Whew!"

At the moment when the giant sword was about to arrive, the pupils of Zhan Jingyi's eyes contracted slightly, and a distorted spiritual power surged forward in front of him, as if an invisible force shot forward.

At this moment, Zhan Jingyi also released his spiritual power impact, and at this time, it could be seen that the spiritual impact he released did not seem to be as powerful as the long sword.

At least, in terms of momentum, it seems to be a little smaller.

But the comparison of mental power is never the same as whoever has the most momentum will definitely win.

The spiritual power released by Zhan Jingyi poured forward, and compared to the long sword, his spiritual power density and strength were stronger.

The false long sword that was intertwined with spiritual radiation was instantly blocked by this force, and the confrontation between the two spiritual powers, the powerful spiritual power of the other party was transmitted to Zhan Jingyi, causing him to slide backwards with both feet, cutting two deep grooves on the ground.

"Smack......

But at the same time, the speed of the false long sword composed of spiritual power became slower and slower, and finally it slowly stopped less than ten centimeters away from Zhan Jingyi's face.

Immediately after, with a snap, the spirit sword shattered and shattered in the air.

Fragments of spiritual power flew out in the surroundings, disappearing in the air little by little, becoming invisible spiritual fluctuations, scattered around.

"You've had enough, it's my turn!" Immediately, Zhan Jingyi aimed his Tang knife at the little boy.