Something strange is coming: I have 9000 trillion merits

Chapter 122 The Art of Paper Man and the Mysterious Coffin
The red scissors moved across the plain white paper.

Soon, the white paper turned into a bird and was held in the old man's hand.

The old man waved his hand, and the white paper bird flapped its wings and flew towards Wang Yitian.

The speed is much faster than Wang Yitian's escape speed.

Wang Yitian, who was escaping, sensed the danger behind him.

When he looked back, he saw the monster turned from white paper. Although he didn't know what the monster was, he quickly estimated that with his speed, he might not be able to get rid of the monster.

Wang Yitian gritted his teeth, feeling fierce in his heart.

He stopped running away and turned around to face the Guhuo bird that had turned into white paper.

After Wang Yitian stood still, his eyes wandered around, and when he saw the fire hydrant on the roadside, he had a plan in mind.

"I, Wang Yitian, am not someone to be trifled with!"

After Wang Yitian said this, he ran to the fire hydrant in three steps and stood there. He looked at the fire hydrant and shouted:
"Bone knife!"

That sound was extremely powerful, representing Wang Yitian's determination to fight to the death.

The bones in his left arm began to grow rapidly, and soon pierced the muscles and skin to form a bone knife at the elbow.

Wang Yitian held the handle of the bone knife with his right hand and pulled it out forcefully.

At this time, the white paper phoenix had already flown in front of him, only a few meters away from him.

"Good come!"

Wang Yitian swung the bone knife vigorously and chopped at the fire hydrant. At the same time, the bones of the fingers of his left hand were shot out like bullets towards the white paper phoenix.

The bone knife was very sharp, and with one blow, the top of the fire hydrant was cut off.

A water column rose into the sky and hit the bird directly.

Wang Yitian snorted coldly, thinking that everything made of paper is made of paper after all, as long as it is poured with water, it will be over!
Wang Yitian didn't care to check the results of the battle. He didn't hesitate and started running away again.

But just as he turned around, he heard a bird chirping behind him.

The next second, his chest was pierced by a white beak.

"Unexpectedly... I'm not even afraid of water..."

Wang Yitian looked down at the bird's beak attached to his body, feeling extremely incredible.

Guhuoniao took Wang Yitian's body, took off again, and returned to the battlefield where the papermen were driving away the corpse.

There are corpse chasers and giant paper judges on the ground, and flying birds in the sky...

Although Wang Yitian's brothers were outnumbered, they were all slaughtered in a short time.

Duan Yuan and others were also deeply shocked when they saw this scene.

Wang Yitian and others were killed so quickly because their own strength was too low. Those people only opened the body temple and sealed the lowest level of weirdness. It was enough to bully ordinary people, but when they encountered a master like Duan Yuan, they would be killed in the blink of an eye. Killed to pieces.

The second reason why Wang Yitian and others died so quickly was the old man's weird paper manipulative technique.

Paper man, judge, birdie...

In just a moment, the old man transformed the white paper into three different forms.

And the paper that is not afraid of water... is too weird.

People who don't know the situation will naturally feel frightened when they see it for the first time, and they will not be able to fully display their strength.

Just as Duan Yuan was thinking, something changed in the field.

The nineteen people who had turned into corpses started to tremble slightly on the ground!
"Fake corpse?" Chen Moying looked at this scene and felt a little scared in his heart.

"No, it's corpse driving..." Duan Yuan thought of the two paper men driving corpses he met on the road before, and understood that the strange movements of these corpses were the tricks of the old man in front of him.

As the trembling of the corpses intensified, all the corpses finally slowly got up from the ground.

Nineteen corpses walked slowly to the old man.

There was a long queue.

"Yangshou has expired...the soul has returned to its hometown."

The old man's sound, like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, sounded again.

After that, he took out a white powder from the cloth bag he carried with him.

While chanting some incantation, he sprinkled the white powder on the corpse.

Just as the old man was scattering powder around the corpse, he finally turned from facing Duan Yuan to facing Duan Yuan.

Duan Yuan was surprised to find that the so-called white-haired old man was actually a young man!

A young man with white hair.

Not only Duan Yuan did not expect this change, but Chen Moying and others also did not expect it.

Chen Moying covered her mouth, "I thought it was an old man, but I didn't expect..."

"I said that my hair looks all white, but my figure looks very tall and straight." Xiaopang added at the side.

"Maybe you have some disease." Li Qiaoqiao pushed up his glasses.

"His paper figures are so powerful..." Lin Qian'er thought for a while, "But I have never heard my father mention such spells..."

"What a useless paper man! Those paper men and judges, when I invite Master Qi to get on top, they all have to politely call me boss." Hu Xianyue curled her lips and added:
"That bird is interesting."

The white-haired young man who finished spreading the powder glanced at Duan Yuan and the others, and spoke again in an extremely uncomfortable voice:
"The living...retreat."

After that, without looking at the actions of Duan Yuan and others, he took out a rattle from his bag.

Jingle Bell--

The sound of the bell was not loud, but Duan could hear it clearly even though he was far away, as if the bell was ringing in his ears.

Jingle Bell--

The white-haired young man took out a handful of white paper money from his bag, raised his hand, and sprinkled it into the sky.

Paper money is everywhere.But the magic always revolves around those corpses.

Under the influence of the bell, nineteen corpses lined up and entered the gate of Yichen Central Hospital.

After finishing all this, the white-haired young man saw that Duan Yuan and others had no intention of leaving, so he spoke again:

"The living people retreat!"

"... He doesn't seem to welcome us... How about we leave." Lin Qian'er said worriedly from the side.

"It's okay, let's take another look, I'm quite curious..." Duan Yuan smiled at Lin Qian'er and said:
"Don't worry, he can't beat me."

Duan Yuan didn't say this loudly, but the white-haired young man in the distance seemed to hear it. He turned around and began to look at Duan Yuan and others carefully.

"Yang life is not over yet..."

After the white-haired young man finished speaking, he stopped looking at Duan Yuan and others, and turned to face the door of Yi Central Hospital.

Duan Yuan keenly noticed that when the white-haired young man was observing him just now, the eyeball of his left eye turned pure white.

It seemed that even the pupils of his eyes had disappeared and turned into a white glow.

In line with what the white-haired young man said later, "Yang life is not over yet," Duan Yuan suspected that the white-haired young man's weird left eye had the ability to see through other people's lifespans.

"What kind of weird skill is this... I've never heard of it." Duan Yuan was racking his brains, but he didn't expect any kind of seal to have such an effect.

"Isn't it weird?"

Duan Yuan thought of another possibility.

"Out!"

Chen Moying's exclamation interrupted Duan Yuan's train of thought.

He immediately looked at the door of Yi Central Hospital and found that the nineteen corpses that had just entered were actually walking out carrying a huge coffin.

The coffin was as big as a car and looked very heavy.

"No wonder this white-haired young man has to carry nineteen corpses... If there are fewer people, I'm afraid he really won't be able to carry it."

Duan Yuan thought of this and began to observe the huge coffin carefully.

The coffin was made of an unnamed wood, and the whole coffin was black.

The surface of the entire coffin was painted with some kind of complicated spell, and the spell almost covered the entire coffin.

The outermost part of the coffin was tied tightly with a black chain several times.

"What exactly is inside this? Such a huge effort..." Looking at the coffin, Duan Yuan couldn't help but think, "Why would such a coffin be carried out of this hospital..."

Sudden.

The huge coffin started to shake.

dong dong dong-

dong dong dong-

There was a knocking sound on the coffin, as if something was beating hard on the coffin, trying to break open the coffin and get out.

The coffin was shaking more and more violently, and the knocking sound was getting louder and louder.

The nineteen corpses carrying the coffin could not hold it for a moment, and the coffin fell heavily to the ground.

boom--

It stirred up a huge puff of smoke and dust, and the huge sound spread far away in this quiet night.

Duan Yuan could feel that a terrifying aura was slowly awakening in the coffin...

Something is coming out!
Duan Yuan waved his hand and stopped Chen Moying and others behind him.

Just now.

The white-haired young man who was standing in front of the coffin took out a simple bronze mirror from his arms, slapped it on the coffin hard.

The coffin, which was shaking violently, suddenly became quiet.

Duan Yuan could see clearly that this bronze mirror was very similar to the bronze mirror that Uncle Jiu had used when he helped him resist the attack of the red-clothed thief.

Seeing that the coffin was no longer shaking, the white-haired young man reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and rang the bell in his hand again.

Jingle Bell--

Nineteen corpses lifted the coffin again and walked towards the outskirts of Yishi amidst the paper money and the sound of "the living people are leaving".

After the white-haired young man and the huge coffin left, Li Qiaoqiao pushed up his glasses and said in a positive tone:

"The direction he is going is the same direction we are going."

Chen Moying waved his hand, "He can't go to Maoshan like us, right? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"What is in that coffin? I feel a terrifying aura inside... very scary!" Hu Xianyue said this, clapped his hands heavily and said:

"How about we catch up and open the coffin to take a look?"

"It's better not to let it go..." Xiaopang quickly refused, "You said the things in there are scary. If you open it, it will be released."

"What are you afraid of? If we can't beat him when we release him, we can't just run away..." Hu Xianyue said nonchalantly.

"You...what you said makes sense!" Xiaopang looked at Hu Xianyue and didn't know how to complain.

"Don't cause trouble." Duan Yuan glanced at Hu Xianyue.

"Good master!"

Duan Yuan looked at the direction the white-haired boy left again, feeling that the two sides would meet again in the near future.

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