Twilight Boundary Chapter 152

Chapter 152 The paper man lying on his back (second update)

Seeing that the eldest son of the Lu family didn't have a very good attitude, the man who threw the knife quickly agreed and asked no more questions.

If others are willing, that's the best. If they don't want to, there's nothing you can do.

In fact, there are many half-knives in this world who are born in this way. No matter how well you practice the unique skill of flying knives, they are just outsiders. They can hurt people. If they can't hurt evil spirits, but if they can learn After receiving this curse, one is considered to be connected with the sect, and one's worth also increases.

Of course, if you buy a spell for a few hundred taels, some people think it's cheap, while others think it's a loss. It just depends on the individual.

Huma, the year-keeper, also has some things that can be passed on to others.

Just like the moves they practiced, it is a good fist, kick and knife technique once used, and it is nothing if taught to others.

After everyone had made up their mind, they continued to move forward. I don't know if it was because of Young Master Lu's words, but they became more and more silent as they walked. They always felt that the pines and cypresses around them were getting deeper and deeper, misty and unsteady. Feel.

Hu Ma even followed the donkey cart. On the surface, he looked normal, but in fact, his whole body was tense. After walking less than a dozen feet, he suddenly glanced at something from the corner of his eyes and paused slightly.

It was behind a pine tree behind him. Leng Buding poked out a pale face, glanced at them, and then retracted.

Not only did Hu Ma stop his legs because of the violence, but the old monkey who led the donkey cart and Mr. Lu were also suddenly stunned.

However, the one who wielded the flying knife did not react. When he saw everyone stopped, he was startled and hurriedly drew the flying knife in his hand.

But the face behind the tree disappeared in a flash, and it was eight hundred years too late.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the one who wielded the flying knife, their eyes looked a little strange.

The knife-thrower was also sweating profusely. He raised his sleeve and wiped it, and whispered: "I was distracted. I'll be more careful."

No one said anything and continued to walk forward. After not walking far, they heard the rustling of grass behind them.

I thought it was the wind blowing, but it was originally very quiet, but suddenly there was this movement. Those who reacted quickly knew something was wrong immediately, so they turned around and looked, and saw a white thing squatting in the grass.

They were all shocked, and at the same time they looked at the brother who was using the flying knife.

He was still walking forward, but when he realized something was wrong, he reacted, turned around, and yelled.

The flying knife in his hand shot out, but it hit crookedly and was nailed to a tree that was a few feet away.

The way everyone looked at him this time was indescribably weird. The man who threw the knife was also sweating in layers. He raised his sleeves to wipe them with an awkward expression and explained to Young Master Lu: " I...I usually face people, in this business..."

　　… “I really have no experience.”

Mr. Lu had a cold face and said nothing. He just turned around and whispered: "Master Monkey."

The old monkey leading the donkey in front knew what he meant. He slowly shook his head and said, "There's no need to bother anymore."

"Even if he hits it accurately, I'm afraid the flying knife won't be enough."

Everyone listened, and suddenly their hair was tingling. When they looked forward, they saw that a thin mist had appeared in the pine trees in front of them. They could vaguely see behind the trees, among the grass, and in the cracks between the stones. Pale paper faces appeared.

But he only raised his head slightly and then slowly retracted it.

But the feeling of being stared at by so many eyes remained deeply in everyone's hearts, and they couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

“What's going on?”

If it was fake, why did everyone see such a scene.

If it is true, how many paper figures must be hidden on this mountain, and they are all movable?

“It's my junior sister's technique.”

Young Master Lu was obviously helpless. He glanced at the flying knife wielder and whispered, "She learned the art of paper-tying from her master, and she can do it better than me."

“I originally wanted to borrow this gentleman's flying knife to perform this surgery on her, but it seems that I thought too little. I have no choice but to go head-on.”

“Gentlemen, from now on, let's follow Monkey behind us and watch our steps carefully. No one should speak. Especially if someone calls your name, don't look back or answer.”

“As soon as you agree, half of your soul is lost; as soon as you look back, your life is gone.”

Hearing what he said, everyone was panicked, and some even started to retreat.

We are all people who live in the world, and we have experienced a few dangerous things that cost our lives, but this kind of sudden death is scary to hear.

If real swords and guns are used, even if it is a bit more dangerous, everyone still thinks it is acceptable...

In the dead silence, Hu Ma suddenly said: "How does she know our names?"

Only then did everyone react.

Yes, if someone calls us by name, then they have to know our names. How do the things in this mountain know?

“They don't know.”

Mr. Lu glanced at everyone and said, "But it will make you feel like something is calling your name."

"No one else can hear it, only you can hear it, but as soon as you are called, agree, or turn around, you will be tricked."

"This is the doorway in our torture soul, called living soul. There are distant calls and near calls. To call far, you need to know the date of birth and name, as well as the clothes, shoes, and objects used by the original owner. Only in this way can you call him. ." "In order to call someone close to you, you only need a name, and even the name does not necessarily need to be accurate. The soul will come out suddenly."

"My junior sister is cunning and can summon your souls without being close. I don't know exactly how. I can only tell you that you will hear various sounds for a while. When you hear them, they all sound like shouting. your name."

“When the skill is deep, the cry will be more similar, and when the skill is shallow, the cry will be more vague, but you cannot agree to it. If it is an ordinary cry, Mr. Monkey and I will help you figure it out.”

“If the call is very clear and it is indeed your name, it means that the paper person is very close to you, and you must not agree.”

“He took a mouthful of phlegm and spit it heavily on the ground.”

When everyone heard this, they stopped talking and just looked at the monkey man leading the donkey in front of him.

I saw that he also smiled silently, took out a lantern from the donkey cart, carefully put the fire stick in it and lit it.

　　, a white misty light suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Hu Ma had seen this kind of white lantern last night, but it couldn't illuminate the road at night.

But now that it is lit up, the mist on the surrounding mountain roads seems to have been dispersed a lot by the light of this white lantern.

What is even more surprising is that when the lantern is lit, the inside is fluttering, as if it is full of moths.

At a glance, it was densely packed, maybe there were dozens of them?

"This means that he has killed dozens of people before... old bastard!"

Huma exhaled lowly, suppressed the negative emotions in her heart, and just followed the crowd obediently.

This mountain road is actually not long, but they walked slower and slower, and the quieter they walked, so quiet that it was as if they could not hear the sound of their own footsteps walking on the mountain road and the sound of donkey carts rolling over the gravel on the path.

I could only vaguely hear the sound of the surrounding mountain wind blowing through the pines and cypresses, and the crisp sound of the paper figurine's clothes rubbing against the grass. Suddenly, there was a chuckle.

Hu Ma clearly saw that the body of the knife wielder walking in front tensed up.

Immediately understood that he must have heard someone calling his name, but he really held back and did not respond.

At the same time, the old monkey looked down and saw a white moth in his lantern. Suddenly it flew out of the lantern and flew into the forest. There was a paper with a strange smile on its face. People are around and disappear with it.

Hu Ma was slightly surprised and understood immediately.

They fished so many souls here just to deal with the paper-tying technique under the sweet potato burning cloth.

The paper figurines burned with sweet potatoes can summon souls, and the method of summoning souls is obviously much better than that of this old monkey.

But the old monkey caught so many souls in advance just to break his technique.

As expected, everyone continued to walk forward along the mountain road. From time to time, there were white figures moving around, and they could be noticed from time to time. It seemed that someone's body froze for a moment when his name was called.

However, a moth suddenly appeared in the lantern and flew out for them, and the number of paper figures in the mountain was reduced by one.

Until halfway through the road, everyone was under great pressure, but suddenly they heard a shiver beside them.

Turning around suddenly, he saw that it was the one wielding the throwing knife. Behind him, there was a paper man with a white paper head stuck close to his shoulder.

I thought I was too close to him and called his name. He was too frightened. His clothes shook and the sound was heard by everyone around him.

But fortunately, he held it back and spit out a mouthful of filthy phlegm on the ground.

“Hey…”

The paper man actually let out a faint cry and reluctantly flew back into the thick fog on the mountain road.

“Sure enough, there are paper figures that can lie on their backs and call people's names…”

Everyone was shocked, no one dared to be careless, but they couldn't help but speed up the pace, and straightened their backs subconsciously.

Even Hu Ma, like them, did hear a voice during the process.

Moreover, it is clear that it is called "flax".

But he resisted and did not react, and a moth flew out of the lantern and took his place.

But while walking like this, when he was about to cross the mountain road, Hu Ma just raised his head to look at the road, and suddenly felt a slight coolness on his shoulders.

That was a very light touch, and he was very familiar with it, because it was like this when Xiao Hongtang lay on his back.

But it will definitely not be Xiao Hongtang now. When he is dealing with these people in the sect, a fierce fight will break out at any time. Lest they have the means to hurt the little angel, he will never let Xiao Hongtang follow.

At most, Xiao Hongtang can only follow from a distance. If there is a chance, he will go up. If there is no chance, he will split into two parts and run for his life.

What is that thing lying on his back like this?

Hu Ma forcibly resisted turning her head, but turned her eyes slightly to the side, and out of the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a pale white with bright red inside, which was the blush on the face of the paper man.

Soon, he whispered his name close to his ear: "Zhou Dazhuang..."

Huma's body stiffened, then he stood still for a long time, spat **** the ground, and then strode forward.

(End of this chapter)

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