Chapter 59: Driving People to Their Limits

Ding Junhui looked at the pink paper figures appearing around him, his head breaking out in a cold sweat.

Although he was a martial artist, he was very unaccustomed to such mystical and eerie things.

He felt hardly any battle will at all.

Just as he was thinking of fleeing, he saw the round little 'hands' of these paper figures all pointing in one direction.

Was this forcing him to go somewhere?

Ding Junhui took a deep breath and decided to follow them to see.

He knew clearly that his identity must have been discovered, but the other party had not sent anyone to deal with him, only sending some paper figures; this was enough to prove that the other party did not wish to create a conflict with him.

So he followed the paper figures.

Watching the little paper figures somersaulting ahead, or hopping and skipping, occasionally falling down and then getting up again, Ding Junhui's fear gradually faded.

Because he had heard that the behavior of paper figures created by the Paper-Stitching Art is related to the practitioner's character.

The stronger one's righteousness, the more normal the paper figures they stitch appear, without any sense of evil intent.

"Things resemble their master" is what this means.

These little paper figures look silly and foolish, so their practitioner must also be someone a bit dull... with a sincere heart.

After following the little paper figures for a while, they arrived at a relatively quiet area under the eastern city wall of the county town; after climbing over a wall, they saw a large crowd of little paper figures running and causing trouble in an abandoned small courtyard.

Immediately, he felt his scalp tingle.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone say: "Brother Ding, long time no see."

The voice was very familiar; Ding Junhui looked up and saw Wang Tianyou standing on high ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Brother Wang, I never thought it would be you... when did you learn this Paper-Stitching Art?"

Ding Junhui knew that Wang Tianyou was a Spirit Hunter, but he also knew that the former's talent for techniques was quite average.

After all, the Wang and Ding families were considered old friends, and they were quite familiar with each other.

Wang Tianyou shook his head and said: "Not me, but another friend; he is not here."

As soon as he finished speaking, this group of little paper figures gathered together, climbed over the wall using various methods, and then ran off.

Ding Junhui let out a soft sigh.

"Brother Ding, you must know about the recent events at the Qin family," Wang Tianyou said with a smile: "Our Wang family has suffered considerable losses, and now we need the Ding family to contribute some effort."

Ding Junhui nodded slightly: "That is only right; next, we shall see the Ding family's methods."

On the other side, Li Lin had 'collected' all the little paper figures back.

Looking at the little paper figures on the ground spinning around him, shaking their heads and swaying, Li Lin wondered what else these things could be used for besides finding people!

After thinking for a while, he suddenly had an idea.

Soon, the little paper figures all ran towards a certain direction; the little paper figure that fell behind held a banknote in its hands.

They sneakily arrived at a grocery store that was already closed.

So they crawled in through the gap under the door.

The paper figure that fell behind placed the banknote on the counter, then found an oil lamp and poured the oil inside onto the ground.

Then these little paper figures rolled around on it, coating their bodies with the oily liquid.

Finally, they carried a fire striker and ran towards Qin Fu.

During this process, half of the paper figures fell behind for various reasons.

The other paper figures carried the fire striker to the backyard of Qin Fu and crawled in through the dog hole.

At this time, not many people were moving around in Qin Fu, and since the paper figures were very small, no one actually discovered them.

They surprisingly found the woodshed very quickly, ignited themselves with the fire striker, and then threw themselves onto the woodpile.

Not long after, the woodshed of Qin Fu began to burn.

"Water! Water!"

The servants of Qin Fu who discovered the fire shouted frantically.

A large number of servants rushed out of the houses.

Soon, the fire in the woodshed was extinguished; after all, Qin Fu was a wealthy household, and there were quite a few servants.

One person with one bucket of water was enough to put out the fire.

Qin Feng stood in front of the already burned-down woodshed, his face gloomy.

"How did the fire start?" he asked the butler beside him.

The butler shook his head: "Before I went to sleep, I had already inspected the woodshed; I guarantee there were no sparks at all."

"It seems someone intentionally set the fire." Qin Feng's face was full of exhaustion: "Never mind, let this matter rest for now; inform everyone that starting tomorrow, we will move the coffins and send the two young masters up the mountain."

The butler asked: "Shall we not keep the coffins for seven days?"

"No need; having those two brats in the hall makes my heart ache." Qin Feng sighed: "Have you found Second Master?"

The butler shook his head.

Qin Feng sneered: "It seems Second Master took a calamity for Old Enemy."

Then, he turned and left.

Li Lin was moving stealthily at a high place, watching the fire start, watching it get extinguished, feeling it was a great pity.

It seems the ability of the little paper figures is still not very good.

However, if arson doesn't work, then let's try poisoning.

Li Lin glanced at Qin Fu and turned to leave.

He found a safe place and rested for a night.

After all, making so many little paper figures was quite draining on one's energy.

By the next day, the city gates opened.

The Qin Fu loudly and ostentatiously carried two coffins out of the city to bury them in the earth on the mountain.

White silk stretched all the way along the route.

Li Lin and Wang Tianyou met at a wine tower.

They looked down at the massive funeral procession on the street below.

Wang Tianyou laughed: "It seems the Qin Fu has admitted defeat. Opening the city gates now is just to let us leave. He's too embarrassed to say it directly, so he's telling us this way; the funeral is merely a ruse."

"Then will you leave?"

"Why would I leave!" Wang Tianyou snorted: "The Temple of the Earth incident was started by him first. Now that he's been bullied right to his face and has no other choice, he thinks admitting defeat can wipe this matter away. Is it his cheapness or mine?"

Li Lin also smiled: "I'll stay too to see how things unfold."

As the two spoke, suddenly many masked men appeared from the rooftops and jumped down.

They launched a slaughter against the funeral procession.

"The Ding family has made their move." Wang Tianyou grew excited.

These masked men were quite powerful; they quickly killed all the Qin Fu personnel, leaving only some opera troupe masters responsible for the funeral rites alive.

The Ding family are not people who kill indiscriminately.

The two coffins fell to the ground.

The masked men approached, opened the coffins, then pulled the two corpses out and threw them onto the ground.

After that, these masked men departed with their heads held high.

"The Ding family acts so wildly," Wang Tianyou inhaled sharply: "Even in a situation where it's life or death, this method is still too insulting."

Not long after, Qin Feng rushed over with more than a dozen Qin Fu experts.

Seeing his two sons' corpses lying on the cold ground, Qin Feng gritted his teeth. After a while, tears welling in his eyes, he shouted: "Wang Tianyou, I will not finish with you!"

Wang Tianyou, who had been watching the show from the tower, heard these words and immediately made a bitter face: "It's over. The Ding family has misled me."

Though he said that, fear did not appear on Wang Tianyou's face.

And just at this moment, two groups of masked men jumped down from the rooftops again.

They carried a large net.

The edges of the net were fitted with iron hooks.

"The Ding family acts properly; we'll go up too."

Wang Tianyou drew his soft sword and jumped directly out of the window.

His three subordinates followed.

Li Lin used a 'Wind Brushing Willow Catkins' lightness technique, drifting to the rooftop in a spinning manner.

At the same time, he hid his figure behind the flying eaves.

Watching Qin Feng fighting the masked men in the courtyard, he began to form hand seals with both hands.

(End of this chapter)