Fang Hao went down one floor from the terrace, but he didn't see the black Internet café and the boss, but came directly to the patio on the first floor.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and outside the door was a thick fog like chaos.

Fang Hao stepped out of the gate, and the dense fog in front of him immediately disappeared, revealing the street scene in the urban village.

Looking back, the door that had just been walked out did not disappear, but was closed.

It seemed that the previous scene was over, and he thought that he would meet Zhao Liang and Liu Qiang's spirits next.

There was silence in the dimly lit streets. There are many small buildings on both sides of the street, one building next to the other, looking at the style and layout is indeed Huangpo Village, and even the location of the black Internet café has not changed.

It's just that the lights reflected in the windows of those buildings are all green, and they look indescribably eerie.

Did the scene actually start to continue?

Fang Hao thought as he observed. Since these scenes were made because of him, he didn't care much about this change.

After standing for a moment without any abnormality, he began to walk.

As he walked, he heard a whimpering and crying, as if many people were crying together.

Following the sound to a fork in the road, turning in the direction where the cry came from, a vision immediately appeared in front of him.

[Fang Hao turned the corner of the street and saw that the two sides of this alleyway were full of wreaths, and in the depths of the alley was an open-air mourning hall. 】

[Above the mourning hall is a big word "lai", and a striking big red coffin is placed below. 】

[At the foot of the big red coffin knelt many people, both men and women, large and small, constantly whimpering. 】

[Fang Hao walked to him, only to find that those kneeling below were not real people, but paper dummies. 】

[The paper figures suddenly stood up and surrounded Fang Hao in a hula-la-la. 】

[Fang Hao saw that although these paper figures had different makeup, no matter whether they were men or women, adults or children, they all had the same face, and they all painted pink blush and jet-black lips, and there were blood and tears constantly overflowing from the two hollow eyes. 】

[The first paper figure sings: "There is a guest! Come forward and bow down! ”】

[The paper figures surrounding Fang Hao immediately made way and led to the offering table and coffin in front of them. 】

[Fang Hao stopped moving, and those paper figures grabbed his arms, wrenched his shoulders, pulled his legs, and pressed his head. 】

[The paper man is extremely strong, and with Fang Hao's physical fitness that has been cultivated, he can't resist at all. 】

[Fang Hao tried to transport the spirit seed's oxidized and cool qi elsewhere, but it didn't work at all. The paper figures were like real people, and they were bound purely physically. 】

[After a while, Fang Hao was pressed down in front of the offering table and forcibly made him kneel down and kowtow. 】

[Fang Hao was naturally reluctant to make this great gift to a person he didn't know at all, curling up and falling sideways. 】

[The paper figures did not let him go, and still pulled him. In the midst of the wrestling, Fang Hao saw the two spirit cards on the tribute table. One reads "The Spiritual Position of Fang Chengfu First", and the other reads "The Spiritual Position of Ancestor Li Menglan". 】

[Fang Hao's body suddenly stiffened, tears flowed uncontrollably, and he completely forgot to resist. 】

[The paper people helped Fang Hao up and knelt down in front of the offering table, and kowtowed to him three times. 】

[Fang Hao's third head fell, and he didn't move in a kneeling position. 】

[The paper figures knelt down again on Fang Hao's left and right and behind, whimpering and crying. 】

[Fang Hao's face became whiter and paler, and finally turned into the face of a paper man, the same jet-black lips, and the same pink blush. 】

[Time freezes here.] 】

After the illusion disappeared, tears flowed uncontrollably from Fang Hao's eyes, but his heart was filled with anger.

Who is this Tema, who is the whole scene, and he actually involves his deceased parents!

When people are extremely angry, they become bold and fearless, but they also lose their minds in what they do.

In the next dozen or so illusions, Fang Hao wanted to deal with those hateful paper figures in the most direct and brutal way.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, and the strength of every paper figure is equal to his, even the smaller paper doll figures.

Although these paper figures are not very flexible, they cannot support a large number. The large and small paper figures swarmed up and quickly filled the gaps around him, leaving him no room to maneuver.

After being beaten dozens of times, Fang Hao gradually calmed down and began to think about ways to break the enemy.

As a normal person, it is impossible to always maintain a burst of anger.

And he also understands that the reason for the current situation is due to the extreme anxiety and fear caused by the loss of his parents in his heart, and not the deliberate design of others.

Fang Hao tried to set fire to it, but set himself on fire; I tried to douse it with water, but it didn't work.

After doing more than ten useless exercises, it suddenly occurred to me that since I have the ability of a spirit person, and I am in this spirit realm, should I use the ability of a spirit person to solve it?

According to the records in Wu Yue's notes, the ability of the spirit is manifested in communicating yin and yang, controlling ghosts and controlling spirits.

After having a new idea, Fang Hao immediately implemented it in the illusion and found that it really had some effect. At the moment, I made persistent efforts, and after more than ten times, I actually touched the doorway of the spirit control.

I did hundreds of rehearsals in the illusion, and finally the illusion no longer appeared.

Fang Hao strode into the alley where the mourning hall was arranged, took out a lighter, and lit a wreath at the entrance of the alley.

The two paper figures kneeling in front of them stood up, and their mouths let out a babbling cry, which was not human language at all, and flew towards them as they screamed.

However, Fang Hao understood, what they said was: "Rebel! ”

When the two paper figures approached, Fang Hao used part of the cool qi in his body in the middle fingers of both hands, and when his mind turned, two spirit seeds were precipitated.

Then he flicked his fingers, and the two spirit seeds flew out, snorting twice softly, and submerged into the bodies of the two paper figures.

[Spirit Seed Captured: 8]

At the same time as the spirit seed entered the body, the two paper figures twitched a few times as if they were going crazy, and then they stopped and turned to face the mourning hall.

As the fire on the wreath grew, three more paper figures were alarmed and flew over, screaming and screaming, and they said, "No! ”

Fang Hao once again used his cool breath to precipitate three spirit seeds and flicked them into the bodies of these three paper figures.

[Spirit Seed Captured: 5 pieces]

At this time, Fang Hao could not meet the requirements for obtaining Dao Seed Enlightenment, and he could not leave the Dao Realm at any time. But he has a lot of money in his chest, and he doesn't need to leave any way back.

He lit another wreath and continued to attract the paper figures.

No matter how strong these things were, they were dead things with no brains after all, and they fell into Fang Hao's control one by one.

When the number of paper figures controlled by Fang Hao reached nine, the paper figure above suddenly shouted: "There is a guest!" ”

The paper figures kneeling under the tribute table stood up one after another, and Hulala turned around and rushed towards Fang Hao.

Fang Hao no longer precipitated spirit seeds, nine was already the upper limit he could control. He needed to keep a spirit seed and establish a connection with the nine paper figures.

Divide the nine paper figures into two rows, seven in the front row and the opposite paper figures in the opposite row, and the other two stand on their own left and right, preventing the opposite side from winding around the back GANK.

These paper figures seem to be broken as soon as they are stabbed, but they are actually very strong, and the knife that Fang Hao carries with him can't even make a mark.

His iron-knuckled tiger didn't work. Although this thing is called "iron" finger tiger, it is made of stainless steel, extremely hard, and the full mouth of dog teeth that broke two ghost babies before relied on it, but it couldn't break the defense of these paper people.

Therefore, it is a good strategy to let them pinch each other and attack the shield of the other with their spears.

Although he had practiced hundreds of times in the illusion, it was still beyond Fang Hao's power to control the nine paper figures at the same time when he was distracted, so he simply lined up and stood together, which was simple and effective.

After a short time, there were scratches on the paper figures. Once these things have wounds, it is as if some kind of qi has been vented, and they become vulnerable and become real paper figures.

The team battle lasted for more than ten minutes, and three paper figures fell on the opposite side, while Fang Hao's side lost four paper figures, and the KDA was negative.

But it doesn't matter, Fang Hao can continue to farm soldiers.

After the paper figure on his side is broken, the spirit seed in his body will surface. He copied the spirit seed into his hand, turned it into a cool breath and circulated it in his body, and then it could be transformed and precipitated again, and bounced into the body of the paper figure opposite.

So as the team battle progressed, the paper figures on Fang Hao's side always remained nine, but the paper figures on the opposite side became fewer and fewer.

After more than ten minutes, there were only ten paper figures left on the field. Nine of them were beside Fang Hao, and the other was a salute standing at the tribute table.

Fang Hao asked each of his nine paper figures to carry a wreath and walked all the way to the tribute table.

The paper man who sang the salute was a circle larger than the other paper figures, and could not be controlled by the spirit seed. It shouted at Fang Hao: "Come forward and bow down!" ”

Fang Hao ignored it all, let the paper figure throw a wreath on the ground, and lit it with a lighter.

The salute paper man shouted three times in a row, and when he saw that Fang Hao ignored it, he then said nonsense, but there were just a few words over and over again, which was really nothing new.

The paper people stacked the remaining wreaths on top of the burning wreath, and soon the fire grew bigger.

The salute paper singer shouted, suddenly jumped up, and flew towards Fang Hao like a cannonball.

But Fang Hao had already prepared, and the four paper figures around him got up at the same time, intercepted the paper man singing salute, pulled his arms and legs, and pressed them to the burning wreath.

The paper singer talked nonsense again, this time saying: "The rebel should be punished!" ”

The big red coffin above suddenly trembled, and there was a creaking sound inside, as if the coffin board was being picked with a fingernail.

A moment later, the lid of the coffin flew up, and a thick and cold aura floated out of the coffin and drilled into the body of the paper singer.

Fang Hao controlled the four paper figures, jumped up and caught the coffin when the lid fell, ran over and covered the coffin again, and the cover was tightly closed, exactly the same as before.

The cold aura wafting from the coffin was immediately blocked.

The paper man who sang the salute absorbed the cold qi, and his strength was many times greater, and he shook his hands and feet violently, and the four paper figures who pressed it were all thrown away.

The paper man stood up and exhaled yin qi towards Fang Hao.

Before the yin qi flew far, it met the flames burning on the wreath below, and it immediately fused into one. The color of the flames immediately turned pale with some miserable green, and rose more than ten meters high.

The paper singer twitched and fell to the fire again. After a while, the flames fell back and the color returned to normal.

The four paper figures who were thrown away by the paper singer floated back again, and continued to grab the limbs of the paper singer and press them to burn on the fire.