Chapter 164: Humans Are Not Humans and Ghosts Are Not Ghosts

The entrance appeared out of thin air, dark wind rushed out from the square entrance, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped a few points.

The movement here also attracted the attention of Wu Xi and others. Ruohong also stopped singing. She stroked her chest and gasped violently.

The paper-figure villagers have not yet reacted, and each of them is still stunned in place, as if they are reminiscing about the opera just now.

Wu Xi yelled.

"Brothers, let's go!"

The coffin bearers quickly lifted the two coffins and walked towards me.

Mr. Pan looked at me coldly. He slowly stretched out his hand and touched his pocket.

When he took his hand out of his pocket, I was stunned for a moment and saw a bunch of small paper-cut figures in his hand.

The little figures are not big. They are cut out of red paper. They are about two or three centimeters long. There are strange talismans drawn on them.

He waved his hand and threw the little paper man in his hand.

Mr. Pan muttered in his mouth, not knowing what magic formula he was reciting.

Countless little paper-cut figures actually floated in the air.

My expression condensed, I held Jingxiao in my hand, and silently recited the Nine Levels of Thunder Jue in my heart. The first level of Thunder Jue gathered in my hand and spread to the Jingxiao sword body.

I slashed at Mr. Pan with my sword. Just when Jingxiao was about to touch Mr. Pan's body, a small paper man suddenly stood in front of him.

Thunder and lightning exploded, and the little paper man was directly chopped into ashes.

It was this missed shot that gave Mr. Pan the opportunity to operate.

Countless paper-cut figures flew towards the paper-cut villagers.

The blood-red paper-cut figure submerged into the body of the paper-cut villager. A red light suddenly appeared, and the paper-cut villager instantly resumed action.

The originally slow movements of the paper villagers suddenly became extremely fast and furious. They seemed to have their own intelligence.

This is trouble.

Mr. Pan gave me a weird smile, and said to me: "Liu Su, you must keep this gift!"

After that, he wanted to hide his figure in the darkness.

How could I let him escape? !

I rushed forward with a lunge, raised the Jingxiao in my hand, and struck hard at Mr. Pan.

The strong wind was howling, and Mr. Pan felt the danger. He quickly turned sideways, but because half of his body was made of paper, it was difficult to move, and he was severely pierced by my sword.

What is surprising is that when Jingxiao passed through Mr. Pan's paper-tied left shoulder, scarlet blood actually flowed.

From this we can judge that Mr. Pan's body is actively turning into a paper man, rather than passively.

Mr. Pan let out a miserable howl and turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with anger.

"You crazy person!"

I could tell from Mr. Pan's expression that he didn't expect that I would suddenly take action.

Mr. Pan slapped me with a palm, and I retreated repeatedly. It was precisely because of my retreating action that the shock escaped from Mr. Pan's shoulders.

I wanted to attack again, but Mr. Pan took out small red paper figures from his pocket. He held the small paper figures in his right hand and recited the law very fast.

The red paper figure flew up out of thin air, and then grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the whole body exuded a faint blood light.

Mr. Pan shouted loudly, and the paper man rushed towards me.

The paper man exudes an ominous aura, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.

Mr. Pan gave me a dirty look, then turned around and ran away.

I wanted to catch up again, but the way was blocked by the bloody paper man.

The bloody paper man was a flat surface, one meter eighty in length. It stretched out its hand, put its right hand deep into its mouth, and then pulled out a paper knife from its mouth.

The paper knife was weak and weak, like a whip. The paper man waved the paper knife in his hand and struck me.

I used Jingxiao to resist, but something strange happened.