The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 378 The sheep delivers the message, but it comes with a death blow

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The knocking on the door was dull and the intervals were long. It was obviously not a normal knocking action and seemed a bit strange.

Lu Qian suddenly felt a little funny.

It was late at night and he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, but he was afraid of people knocking on the door.

Then, Lu Qian directly released his mental power and explored outside the door.

Immediately, a strange look appeared on Lu Qian's face.

In the dark cabin, Wang Zirong, Wang Yuanzhang and Du Guoguo looked at him silently, with only a pair of shining black eyes.

Lu Qian "looked" outside the door again, and at the same time expanded the scope of exploration, scanning the surrounding area.

No abnormalities seen.

Seeing this, Lu Qian jumped out of bed, walked to the door, and opened the wooden door.

The moon does not rise at any time.

Outside the door, under the moonlight, there was a sheep standing there.

This sheep is white all over, with long and slender hair, and looks prettier than ordinary sheep.

However, it is really just a sheep.

There is a letter in its mouth.

A sheep came outside his newly moved wooden house, knocked on the door, and delivered a message.

Seeing this weird scene, Lu Qian felt cold in his heart, but he also wanted to laugh.

He stretched out his hand, took the envelope from the sheep's mouth, and asked, "Are you here to deliver a letter to me?"

"baa~~"

Lu Qian took a look at the envelope and saw four words written on it.

The handwriting is beautiful, but obviously a little crooked.

Respectfully, Brother Lu.

Lu Qian did not expect that the first letter he received in Dali Country was actually sent by a sheep.

He opened the envelope and took out a piece of white letterhead.

A faint fragrance emanated.

Lu Qian unfolded the letter and saw that it read:

Brother Lu Aijian:

A glance across the shoulder makes me jump through the years.

Because we looked at each other yesterday, my brother's elegance burned my heart; my frown and smile carved my heart; my body and mind were like falling into the autumn water, but unexpectedly, I fell into ruin.

From the beginning, although the lone shadow of the green lantern remains as before, the bright moon remains as its companion. However, in my heart, all that is left is longing for me. Across the blue sky and the underworld, I can only look at myself and feel pity for myself.

With lingering thoughts, I send letters to wild geese. I hope you will come, and I will warm the table for you. Even if there is no time for spring and autumn, I would like to have a night of joy.

The writing is short but the love is long. The words are limited but the love cannot be ended. There are still thousands of things that have not been exhausted.

Concubine, Yang Meiting, I would like to pay tribute to Jun'an.

After reading this letter, Lu Qian was stunned.

This horse riding...

He actually received a... love letter?

Moreover, looking at the crooked handwriting, it is worse than his handwriting, and the wording is even more...

Straightforward and explicit.

"A warm table is waiting for you" and "a night of joy" are inhuman words and phrases that only a non-human like Yang Meiting can write.

Lu Qian subconsciously reached out and touched his face, thinking: "Am I being noticed by the goblin?"

Wang Zirong saw Lu Qian holding the letter in his hand in a daze, so he couldn't help walking up and asked, "Who wrote you the letter?"

With that said, she took the letter from Lu Qian's hand and read it.

There are not many words on the letterhead, but the meaning is expressed completely.

Wang Zirong finished reading it in a quick glance, and her expression suddenly changed.

His face turned red.

However, the next moment, she turned her eyes and the blush on her face gradually faded away

She hummed softly, stuffed the letter back into Lu Qian's hand, and said sourly: "I didn't realize that even the goblin is thinking about your pretty face."

After hearing Wang Zirong's words, Lu Qian came back to his senses.

He looked at the sheep standing outside the door, and his face instantly darkened.

Lu Qian asked: "How did you find me?"

The sheep outside the door "baa~baa" twice and snorted.

Lu Qian thought for a while and asked, "You mean, you found me by smelling my scent with your nose?"

"What~"

Lu Qian was speechless.

Do you have a sheep's nose or a dog's nose...

Looking at the silly sheep in front of him who couldn't even speak human words, Lu Qian said helplessly: "Okay, I received the letter, you can go back."

"Baa ~ baa baa ~"

This time, even Wang Zirong "understood" it.

She looked at Lu Qian with a half-smile but said softly, "Brother Lu, I'm asking you for a reply."

Lu Qian put away the letter in his hand and said, "Go back and tell your master that it is not convenient for me to reply to the letter now, but what does she mean...well...I have received it."

"What~"

After hearing this, the sheep made a "baa" sound, kicked its hooves on the ground, jumped up, jumped more than ten feet high, jumped out of the trench, landed on the ground, then spread its hooves and ran south.

Lu Qian closed the door and looked back, only to see Du Guoguo still standing by the bed.

As soon as he saw Du Guoguo, Lu Qian immediately felt his head grow bigger. He said displeasedly: "If you have anything to do, just pull my arm. Don't touch my face. People are scary... and ghosts must be scared to death."

Du Guoguo was scolded by Lu Qian, and immediately shrank his neck and said "oh" like a mosquito snoring, looking like a victim.

Seeing this, Lu Qian became even more angry and walked towards the bed.

However, just as he reached the bed, he suddenly stopped and turned around.

There was just a "bang" sound, and a huge thing flew from outside, smashed the window, and fell into the house.

Lu Qian took a look and saw a snow-white thing lying on the ground. It was the messenger sheep that had just left.

At this moment, it was spitting blood from its mouth and was already dead!

Lu Qian's face suddenly became ugly.

He took a few steps forward, looked up along the broken window.

At a glance, he saw an extremely tall figure standing there on the ground, at the edge of the trench.

Thick Yin energy, wrapped in the cold wind, poured in through the broken window.

The cold wind blows against your face, lingering, and mixed with a refreshing fragrance, which makes people fascinated.

That feeling is very comfortable.

Suddenly, Lu Qian felt an inexplicable attraction that attracted him, and he couldn't help but walk out.

At this moment, there was a sudden heat in his heart, and the comfortable and lingering feeling disappeared in an instant.

The aroma he smelled in his nose instantly turned into a stench.

Looking up again, the figure standing on the edge of the trench above changed again.

The originally tall and majestic figure suddenly became dwarfed.

This human-shaped thing was wearing a large purple robe. Unfortunately, the purple robe was in tatters and covered with soil, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

Its face was skinny and skinny, with a pair of protruding eyeballs, and yellow mucus overflowed from the eyeballs and flowed on the face. Where its purple robe is in tatters, you can also see black rotten flesh inside, with pus flowing out.

A short, rotting corpse.

Lu Qian was used to seeing ghosts, but this was the first time he saw a half-rotten corpse like this.

This can be considered...a zombie?

Lu Qian was looking at it when the zombie on it suddenly tilted its head forward and its whole body fell down into the ditch. It looked like it was preparing to get right in through the broken window.

At the same time as this zombie fell down, another similar zombie appeared at the edge of the trench.

Then, the second body, the third body, the fourth body...

Numerous zombies stood neatly in a row on the edge of the trench.

Lu Qian stood in front of the broken window with his hands behind his back, just watching quietly.

He could see that these zombies were not weak.

Not only is it not weak, it can even be said to be "no small matter".

However, the next moment.

A piece of golden light suddenly shot out, filling the entire trench in front of the door in an instant.

A big golden hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the fallen zombie.

"Paji".

With just one squeeze of the big golden hand, the zombie was immediately grasped from head to foot and stretched to both sides.

It immediately became leaner and longer.

Then, the entire body was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the zombies standing in a neat row above were stunned for a moment.

While they were stunned, before they could make any reaction, another golden light shot into the sky.

In the golden light rising into the sky, a huge golden palm stretched out and slapped it down heavily.

The ground shook slightly.

The big golden hand disappeared again, but all the zombies on it were gone.

After these zombies were beaten to death, an invisible "qi" curled up from the corpses.

Since Lu Qian's mental power reached level ten, every time someone or a ghost dies, Lu Qian can see the "Qi" emanating from the collapse and death of their bodies.

Or, it can also be called "death".

A small part of these dead energies will dissipate, and most of them will be sucked away by the diagram of creation.

This time, it is no exception.

When these "death energy" began to rise up, they were instantly absorbed by the good fortune diagram.

however--

The Creation Diagram absorbed these "death energy", but Lu Qian's potential points did not increase.

Things Shentu Yulei kills will never increase his potential points.

Lu Qian never thought about it too much before, thinking that these were not things he killed with his own hands, and it was normal that they did not increase his potential points.

However, now Lu Qian has understood that the so-called "potential point" is just a unit of measurement embodied by the "death energy" absorbed by the creation map.

It represents the number of "Death Qi" that Lu Qian can control.

So, these "death energy" absorbed by the creation diagram are not shown as potential points.

Naturally, it means that he is not controllable.

And where did the death energy that he had no control over go after being absorbed by the Creation Map?

A sudden thought suddenly popped into Lu Qian's mind:

"What is it, is this map of nature used by me, or am I being used by the map of nature?"

As soon as this thought occurred, Lu Qian immediately felt a chill spreading throughout his body.

He immediately cut off this thought and stopped thinking about it.

"Random thinking, random thinking, random thinking..."

Lu Qian muttered a few words silently.

While he was reciting silently, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Ms. sir, what are you doing... to be so powerful?"

Lu Qian opened his eyes again, looked back, and saw Wang Yuanzhang and Du Guoguo, both of whom were looking at him in surprise.

These two people had just followed Lu Qian and didn't understand his methods yet.

Lu Qian looked at them and said: "What your husband has practiced is a paper-cutting technique. What I posted on the door is a paper spirit called 'Shentu Yulei'. Shentu Yulei can protect A room to prevent all evil intrusions."

"Paper-cutting technique? Shen Tu Yu Lei?"

After Wang Yuanzhang heard this, his expression changed slightly and he said, "Is this paper spirit god Tu Yulei so powerful?"

Seeing this, Lu Qian was moved in his heart and asked, "Why, have you ever heard of paper-cutting?"

Wang Yuanzhang nodded and said: "I once heard my father talk about it. He said that there is a very magical trick. You can use extremely simple paper-cutting to cut out many magical paper spirits. However, these paper spirits It’s just magical, but not very powerful.”

Lu Qian asked: "Back then, was there anyone doing paper trimming?"

Wang Yuanzhang shook his head and said: "My father also accidentally learned about paper-cutting. He saw that this trick was very magical, so he went to inquire about it."

Lu Qian asked: "What's the result?"

Wang Yuanzhang shook his head and said: "There are no results. My father said that this paper-cutting art is mysterious and weird. He only found some records of paper spirits, but he couldn't find any training methods about paper-cutting art. He couldn't find any Cultivation methods, of course, cannot be practiced. And-"

Speaking of the word "and", Wang Yuanzhang looked at Lu Qian, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. It was as if he was not looking at Lu Qian, but at a rare alien species in the world.

"And what?"

Wang Yuanzhang said: "My father said that the biggest problem with this paper-cutting technique is that paper-cutting consumes life span. In paper-cutting technique, you will lose your life; if you cut with a knife, you will lose your life."

This "cutting a knife, taking away a year" is just a nice thing to say. In fact, this paper-cutting skill is continuously upgraded through paper cutting. The higher the level of the paper-cutting skill, the more lifespan it consumes for each piece of paper cutting. Even in the end, every time a piece of paper is cut, a year or more of life will be consumed.

My dad said he couldn't solve this problem and finally gave up. "

After hearing Wang Yuanzhang's words, Wang Zirong's expression suddenly changed as she stood aside, and the way she looked at Lu Qian also changed instantly.

Until now, including Wang Zirong and many paper brides, they only had a partial understanding of Lu Qian's paper-cutting skills. Even though they knew that Lu Qian's paper-cutting technique would consume his lifespan, they didn't really understand how or how much it would consume.

Not to mention them, in fact, even Lu Qian himself has not been particularly clear about how much life he consumes each time he cuts a paper.

Until his paper-cutting skill was upgraded to level eight.

Now, every time he cuts a paper spirit, one year of his life will be consumed.

Moreover, this has nothing to do with the type of paper spirit he cuts.

Cutting a white tiger and raging wave will consume one year of life, and cutting a hummingbird will also consume one year of life.

This is irreversible as his paper-cutting skills are upgraded.

As long as his paper-cutting skill level increases, each paper-cutting will consume more lifespan.

Lu Qian actually had no intention of telling them all these things.

However, I didn't expect that Wang Yuanzhang would say it to his face now.

Seeing the three of them looking at him as if they were ghosts, Lu Qian suddenly smiled and said, "Why, are you afraid that I will cut myself to death?"

The three of them listened and were speechless.

The paper bride will not lie to the owner of the paper cutout.

After a moment of silence, Wang Yuanzhang shook his head and said, "No, sir.

Although I don't know the current specific level of Xianggong's paper-cutting technique, it is obvious that the level is not low anymore.

Logically speaking, my husband, you should have been dead long ago.

Are you now a human being, or...not a human being? "

(End of this chapter)