Chapter 73

Being able to easily put a Great Ghost into a dormant state, the Tanshi Gui's strength was already no weaker than the Xi Gui.

"Clatter~"

Accompanied by the turning of paper pages, the Hanging Ghost was wrapped up bit by bit, and the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost quietly appeared beside Lin Feng.

"Try the method of paper figures forming an army I saw before; although the strength of a single paper soldier is not good, it still has its merits in group combat."

Lin Feng thought for a while and then controlled the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost to start using its supernatural ability.

"Clatter clatter"

As Lin Feng began to master the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost, a large amount of paper began to break free from its sleeves, feet, and even lapels.

After each sheet of paper left the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost, it would drift toward the surroundings, and then automatically fold in the air to become paper figures of different shapes.

"Hmm? How is this different from the paper figure army I saw?"

However, these folded paper figures were either maids or young ladies, or young masters or servants, or old farmers or children.

They were far from the soldiers and armies with armor and weapons that Lin Feng had imagined.

But then he thought of some things, and then the shadow world churned, and the five paper figures he had forcibly suppressed before were finally released by him.

These five paper figures were what the five books he bought had changed into, and one of them even became wrinkled because of the Puppet Ghost's power.

"Clatter"

As soon as these five paper figures came out, Lin Feng felt that these paper figures of the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost had produced a connection.

Subsequently, these paper figures unfolded directly, turned back into paper, and flew back into Lin Feng's hands; after the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost's power covered these papers again, new paper figures took shape again.

"So that's it!"

Lin Feng instantly understood what the origin of these miscellaneous paper figures was.

These were all people killed by the Paper Folder, and then paper figures made from them; this was also the origin of the Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost.

The strength of these paper figures was not weak; most were at the Great Ghost level, and a small part were small ghosts.

Overall, it was already a considerable force.

"Pad-da~ pad-da~"

Suddenly, there was movement in the forest; Lin Feng looked over there, and there were two ghosts, one after another, attracted by the Soul-Attracting Incense.

"Take action!"

Unfortunately, these two were not lucky; following Lin Feng's order, the surrounding paper figures instantly surrounded them.

A moment later, the two forcibly suppressed ghosts were wrapped tightly by paper and sent before Lin Feng.

"The number of these paper figures is now about forty; the rest were basically folded in the Lin Family Bookstore; I was really merciless at that time!"

Lin Feng recalled the Paper Folder's memory in detail, and then somewhat speechlessly discovered that the original more than two hundred paper figures were basically smashed to pieces by the clone in the bookstore.

So much so that the only ones the Paper Folder took back were these; now it was Lin Feng who felt somewhat speechless.

"As for paper figures forming an army, as long as the raw materials are sufficient, they can be mass-produced through the Paper Folder's craft; but paper folding doesn't seem to be ordinary paper?"

After controlling the shadow to receive all three ghosts and imprison them inside, Lin Feng recalled some other things.

"Paper figures, wooden puppets, ghost tattoos; speaking of which, I have already mastered three kinds of ghost-item production methods; it seems it is time to find time to study them carefully."

"Paper figures as skin, wooden puppets as bones, ghost tattoos as paintings; I wonder if these three inheritances of the Heavenly Craftsmen and Hundred Artisans can be fused together to make stronger ghost items?"

While pondering, Lin Feng waited for other wild ghosts to throw themselves into the net; it was a pity that until the Soul-Attracting Incense burned out, no more ghosts appeared.

"Could it be that the ghosts around have all been caught by me?"

Finally, Lin Feng looked at the Soul-Attracting Incense that had burned down to only wooden sticks, feeling somewhat helpless in his heart.

It seemed that this method was not perfect; after a lot of effort, he only got one Great Ghost and two small ghosts.

Withdrawing all the paper figures sent out, Lin Feng did not have the mind to stay in this pitch-black mountain forest any longer.

Accompanied by the shadow fluctuation, he disappeared directly from the spot, and when he appeared again, he had already returned to the wooden house.

"Woo woo"

Wangcai, who was guarding the door, saw Lin Feng appear and immediately barked at him in a low voice.

This guy was becoming more and more clever now; Lin Feng even doubted whether his use of internal strength to wash its hair and cut its marrow had also changed its IQ.

"Alright, lie down honestly!"

After knocking on its head, Lin Feng lay on the bed again, preparing to rest.

Although there was not much harvest tonight, he had sorted out his own power.

"The Embroidery Ghost's potential is not weak; next, I shouldn't fuse it indiscriminately, but should mainly cultivate its ability."

"The Puppet Ghost was affected during the battle with the Incense Temple Ancestor, but it has already been recuperating in the Corpse-Raising Ghost-Nurturing Scripture; it probably won't take too long to fully recover."

"The Tanshi Gui's potential is very terrifying, and the cultivation method is also the simplest, but it is too fierce and too supernatural; it is better to use it less often, and it can be used as a trump card at special times."

"The Thousand-Faced Paper Ghost's potential is not weak, ever-changing, and it even has advantages over the Xi Gui in group combat; it is also worth cultivating."

Of course, thoughts are beautiful; in fact, if he cannot obtain enough ghost-nurturing items, many things can only be thought about.

Just as Lin Feng was worrying about this, others also found it hard to sleep.

The Grand Master of the Tattoo Sect was sitting on a fishing boat at this time, feeling quite unhappy in his heart.

Although he suppressed his inner anger during the day, he was a person of status after all, and in the southern region of Great Xia, no matter which sect or faction it was, they had to give him three points of face.

But he did not expect that this time he would suffer a loss in this small Mingyuan Juncheng; it is said that taking a step back makes the sea and sky broad, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

"Grand Master, what should we do next?"

Yingzi, who was cooking on the side, noticed his expression, which was sometimes angry and sometimes sinister, and could not help but ask him.

"What to do?"

"Hehe, this old man has lost all his old face this time!"

Hearing Yingzi's inquiry, the Grand Master darkened his face and directly mocked himself.

"Hmph, losing face? You still have to have a face to lose!"

At this time, the Mistress sitting in the cabin also interjected.

"That Supreme Being last night saw it all; hehe, I saw it clearly. At that time, that old immortal even called two helpers, but in the end, he was still beaten back to his nest!"

The Mistress did not say a word when she went to the Ghost Suppression Division today; it was really because the battle last night made her have scruples in her heart.

"Damn it, go back and invite the Ancestral God portrait first!"

"This matter is not over yet; those dead ghosts of the Incense Temple suffered such a big loss, it is absolutely impossible not to retaliate!"

"And this world is getting more and more chaotic; hehe, do you think that Incense Master who loves the chaotic world the most will be born?"

Suddenly, the Grand Master stood up, and then with a gloomy face, said this to the Mistress and Yingzi.

"You, you mean that person will really take action personally?"

Hearing the title Incense Master, the Mistress could not help but tremble all over, so much so that even her voice was trembling.

As a force with a long inheritance, the relevant records of the Incense Master's several births were recorded by predecessors.

That scene could absolutely be described as years of disaster, starving people everywhere, and countless people becoming sacrifices to that Saint.

"That's right, just watch!"

"When the time comes, they will kill their own, and we will come and pick up the benefits; that's it"

"Hehe, my Tattoo Sect is not something anyone can handle!"

The Grand Master let out a triumphant evil laugh; as long as the Ancestral God portrait was in hand, even if facing a Saint, he had the confidence to protect himself.