At this moment, all the white paper figures in the room were alive.

Those paper figures looked ferocious and fierce.

Although they didn't make a sound, they all raised a pair of white paper hands and rushed towards us.

Wu Jing was so frightened that he retreated to a corner, terrified...

I held a mahogany sword and slashed vertically and horizontally with ruthless attacks.

Each sword can sweep away a blank paper figure.

Lao Mo has a pair of mahogany axes, which can be opened and closed widely.

"Pap-pap-pap" and chop the heads of those white paper figures.

Although there are many white paper people here, they are not strong.

In the blink of an eye, it fell down and turned into bursts of green will-o'-the-wisps.

There was a "crackling" sound in the house.

Lao Mo and I, one by one, killed all the dozen or so white paper figures in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Lao Mo and I both discovered.

The heads of these white paper figures are stained with black talismans.

As long as the head of the white paper man is broken by me, these black spells will burn and wisps of black energy will appear.

Then, the person on the white paper will be burned to nothing by the underworld fire.

These paper figures are not alive, but controlled puppets.

This is puppetry...

When I killed the last white paper man in this room, the room was already covered in paper ashes.

Still no sign of the old ghost:

"Old Mo, that old ghost is not here."

I spoke coldly.

"This old guy really knows how to hide.

If it’s not in this room, it must be in the other two rooms.”

Lao Mo spoke harshly.

I nodded and walked outside the house.

But as soon as the two of us went out, we were stunned.

I only saw that the aisle was now densely packed with white paper figures.

Each of these white paper figures had their eyes widened, their heads tilted, and they looked at us motionless.

They were not afraid when they looked at these white paper figures, but their expressions became a little gloomy:

"It seems like this old ghost wants to have a few more tricks with us!"

"Just him?

No matter how many white paper people came today, they were all torn to pieces by him."

Lao Mo spoke disdainfully.

After saying that, he picked up his double ax and went towards the pile of white paper figures on the other side of the aisle to kill them.

Seeing Lao Mo take action, those white-paper men also rushed over.

There were no roars or roars, just the "sizzling" sound of white paper rubbing against each other.

As soon as Lao Mo stepped forward, he roared several times:

"Sweeping across thousands of armies, the white crane spreads its wings, the snake shape follows the trend, the dragon shape pierces the hand..."

Lao Mo roared so enthusiastically that even though he was a little bit out of luck, this guy was really brave in dealing with the sneaky evil spirits.

Facing these white paper people, there is no need for me to take action.

The white paper man in the corridor was torn to pieces by Lao Moquan...

Lao Mo got more and more excited as he hit him, and even got excited.

Just like cutting leeks, these white-paper figures fell one after another, unable to resist.

Because the aisle was narrow, I followed him, occasionally finishing my shots to be on guard.

Soon, all the white paper figures on the entire floor were harvested by the two of us, and not a single one was left.

Except for a pile of burned paper ashes, the old ghost was still nowhere to be found.

"Damn it, all the white paper people have been killed.

Why can’t that old ghost be found?”

Lao Mo frowned.

Looking at the evil compass in his hand, the pointer showed that the source of the evil spirit was still in this building.

I stared at the Zisha Compass and then at the Underworld Tower:

"If this ghost is still here.

This guy can definitely only be on the rooftop.

Come up and take a look!"

With that said, I took the mahogany sword and ran to the rooftop.

Lao Mo also said "hmm" and quickly followed.

"Wait a minute, the two Taoist priests are waiting for me..."

Wu Jing shouted.

Only by staying with us can he feel safe.

Soon, I walked through the dark stairs.

He kicked open the rooftop door and reached the roof.

As soon as I arrived here, I saw a white and green paper man standing upright not far from the rooftop.

The paper man exuded a cold aura, and there was also a faint evil spirit flowing out.

It is obviously very different from the white paper people I met before.

We can be sure that this is the old Qing Dynasty ghost we are looking for.

"You are really easy for us to find!"

I looked at him and spoke calmly.

Lao Mo and Wu Jing also followed them up to the rooftop.

The white paper man looked at us and his expression darkened.

Then the old ghost’s voice came out:

"Two Taoist priests, please keep a line in your conduct so that we can meet each other in the future."

"Hmph, that's nice to say.

Then do you leave a ray of hope for your live gamblers?"

I responded coldly.

If Wu Jing doesn't find us, he will die tonight.

Become a ghost slave in this lucky mahjong parlor.

Let him go? Idiot's dream.

It's a good thing we met, but he's a piece of shit...

"So, you must kill them all?"

The old ghost from the Qing Dynasty spoke again.

Lao Mo was disdainful and responded directly:

"Nonsense, otherwise why would we go to all this trouble?

Tell me!

Who offered you the incense below?

If you explain it clearly, it will make your death less painful.

Otherwise, you will die in a very uncomfortable way!"

As he spoke, Old Mo Na lost all his energy and his eyes became sharp.
To be continued...