Chapter 754: Tai

"It's here!"

Sha Lifei whispered, his hand pressing on the handle of his gun.

Looking at the thick fog around, he whispered: "What kind of path is this?"

Although he had become a cultivator, he still put most of his energy into the research of firearms and methods, and didn't understand much about the techniques of other sects, so he could only ask others.

Kuai Dayou also lowered his voice, "I see, it looks a bit like summoning soldiers, but this is Tai'an City, with City God and local soldiers guarding it. Being able to summon soldiers so openly, it's a bit interesting..."

"It's not soldiers!"

Lu San, who was beside them, moved his ears and said in a deep voice: "I hear the sound of paper rubbing against the ground. It's paper people, be careful!"

After saying this, he gently patted the little white fox Chuyi beside him.

Swish!

A white shadow flashed, and the little white fox had already disappeared.

The once immature little fox had now grown into Lu San's capable assistant, not only fast in speed, good at sneaking, and knowing soul-bewitching techniques, but its spiritual sense was also extremely strong, unaffected by the fog.

The little white fox went mainly to act as a liaison for the other team.

After all, in this kind of thick fog, falcon transmission would be affected.

Just as they were talking, the fog around them became thicker and thicker. The distant lights were distorted into strange orange-yellow light spots in the fog, and all sounds around seemed to be absorbed and isolated by the fog, leaving only a creepy silence.

Subsequently, the air became cold and damp.

All three smelled a scent, seemingly mixed with earthy, incense ash, and rotten paper.

At the same time, a peculiar sound came from deep in the thick fog.

It was the 'pfft-pfft' sound of paper rubbing and drumming rapidly in the wind, fine and dense.

Accompanied by the regular and stiff 'knock, knock, knock' sound.

As if countless pairs of hard cardboard were knocking on the bluestone ground.

"Run!"

The three looked at each other and didn't dare to be negligent, immediately rushing toward the direction of Bai Laojiu.

And at this moment, Bai Laojiu was already bristling with fear.

His vision was blocked, and he couldn't see anything, but he could feel that cold killing intent. His waist saber clanged out of its sheath, the cold light reflecting a clear chill in the fog, and he shouted sternly: "What monster is playing tricks!"

However, there was no response from the opposite side.

In the thick fog, a team of extremely bizarre figures appeared.

They were "human shapes" cut from pale, thin-as-cicada-wing paper.

They were expressionless, with simple or even crooked rouge red halos on their faces, and their movements were uniform but extremely stiff.

These paper people lined up in two teams, carrying a huge, pitch-black coffin!

The coffin was of ordinary cypress wood quality and not rare, but against the backdrop of this scene, it appeared incomparably eerie and terrifying.

Those paper people pointed their toes to the ground, seemingly slow but actually swift, getting closer and closer.

"Damn you dog-days!"

Bai Laojiu's eyelids jumped, cursed, and turned to run.

His martial arts were not bad, but he was a mortal after all, and had no resistance against this thing.

But just as he turned around, he found several figures appearing behind him.

Bai Laojiu's scalp exploded, and he was about to swing his saber, but before he could raise it, his wrist was pressed firmly, and Lu San's cold voice came to his ear: "Don't be afraid, it's us, retreat behind us."

"You heroes have finally come..."

Bai Laojiu breathed a sigh of relief, covered in cold sweat, and hid behind the three.

"Paper people carrying a coffin... paper people carrying a coffin again!"

Sha Lifei said coldly: "I saw this thing in Luoyang. Yan Yan Xiao Ge Yan said that paper people are hard to exert force, so could it be that there is some big bug lying in the coffin?"

"Yo~"

Kuai Dayou laughed: "You all are truly well-informed. Yan Yan Xiao Ge Yan is right; paper people can't carry a coffin, but this thing isn't a real coffin, just that the craftsmanship is good, making the paper-pasted coffin look realistic."

Sha Lifei opened his eyes wide and took a look, "Hey, it really is."

The two bantered back and forth, not the least bit nervous.

Yet their attitude seemed to have provoked something within the thick fog.

"Squeak~"

From the distance of the street, a sharp, piercing shriek suddenly rang out.

This sound was heart-rending, piercing the deathly silent night sky, carrying a baleful energy that penetrated the soul.

As if it were a signal, the paper-effigy coffin-bearing procession, which had been walking stiffly, suddenly came to a halt.

The coffin lid creaked open a crack, and a thicker, almost tangible black mist surged out, carrying a rich, fishy stench that made one feel dizzy and nauseated from afar.

"So it's bewitching smoke."

"Be careful not to fall for it!"

"Found it, southeast Gen position!" Lu San's ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly spoke.

Sha Lifei, who had been prepared for a long time, didn't say a word, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

With a loud bang, gravel splattered in the distance.

"Ugh ah——!"

The shrill, short scream stopped abruptly.

But in the broken wall rubble, a figure fell backward, a burst of blood blooming on his chest.

It was a middle-aged man with a sinister face and rat whiskers. His chest was more than half missing, and he died on the spot.

Losing control, the paper people carrying the coffin team that was rushing forward stalled instantly.

Like puppets with their strings cut, their movements became increasingly stiff and twisted.

The rouge red halos on the paper people's faces looked increasingly eerie in the dim light, but their hollow eye sockets still stared fixedly at the crowd.

"Hmph!"

Lu San, who had been standing still like a deep pool, snorted coldly. His feet slammed into the ground, seemingly without any pattern, but carrying an ancient and mysterious rhythm; it was the Chu Witch Nuo step, every step making the ground tremble slightly.

He muttered words, the syllables obscure and difficult to understand, and at the same time waved the bone-string tiger-tail small hand staff in his hand.

"Soul and spirit, return to the ruins and return to your place! Decree!"

Whoosh~

Accompanied by the clattering sound of the bone strings on the staff, a cold, murderous gale rose from the ground.

The thick fog around, along with the bewitching smoke, was instantly torn and blown away by this gale.

Without the cover of the thick fog, everything was revealed.

Only to see those paper people falling in all directions as if hit by a huge force, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

The eerie ghost aura attached to them also dissipated completely in the wind.

Lu San's inheritance was the ancient Chu Witch Dao, which was inherently good at driving away evil, so dealing with paper people was naturally a piece of cake.

And in a dark alley in the distance, a figure was also fleeing rapidly.

This was the other controller of the paper people, an old woman wearing a dark green flower-padded jacket, with gray hair, a hunched figure, and a sallow, withered face. Her originally turbid old eyes suddenly widened, full of horror!

Lu San and the others' move had truly frightened her.

Her most proficient "Haze Array" and "Paper Spirit Carrying Coffin" were easily broken, and even her old partner was folded in.

I'm afraid she had kicked an iron plate!

The strong desire for survival made her let out a strange cry. She couldn't care about controlling the remaining paper people anymore, and her withered body erupted with agility that didn't match her age. With a sudden swallow-like flip, she wanted to flip over the low wall beside her and escape!

However, just as her body left the ground, a cold voice sounded in her ear:

"Where are you going!"

It was Long Yan'er who had already flanked her. ===== CHAPTER 755 =====