Le Jin was also disgusted and wanted to leave quickly, but he saw the situation in the room clearly.

Besides the coffin and Madam Qian, there were actually eight or nine paper figures as tall as him in the room! They looked just like real people, except for their pale, cracked skin, painted eyebrows, eyes, and mouth, and two eyeballs dotted with blood.

"Catch her!" Madam Qian carefully held her injured hand. It was her mistake that she didn't knock Le Jin unconscious! Instead, she let her break free!

The paper man obeyed her order and immediately moved like a human, stretching out his hand to grab Le Jin.

"Fuck you!" He kicked one of them away with all his strength. How could he let them succeed so easily?

The paper figures had no sense of pain, and after being kicked down by him, they quickly got up and rushed towards him again. Some of them were led by him to rush towards each other, knocking each other's heads off, and then stood up again...

Their fingers were made very sharp, and Le Jin was cut several times while dodging without paying attention. Blood dripped onto the ground, and he breathed lightly because of the pain.

He knew he was no match for these paper figures, so he immediately turned his attention to Madam Qian. The red candlelight in the room flickered wildly, as if it would go out at any moment, yet it burned tenaciously, casting a heavy shadow on Madam Qian's face, making it look particularly ugly.

Isn't she really good at commanding paper figures?! How about trying commanding another one?!

Le Jin pulled out a hairpin from her head without hesitation, kicked the two paper figures away, and knocked Mrs. Qian down with her body.

"Ouch!" She cried out, and the next second, the tip of Le Jin's hairpin had already pierced her neck. "Stop them!"

"Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!" Mrs. Qian was unwilling in her heart, but she had to compromise at this time. After all, she was the only one here. The old blind man, Master Qian, and Young Master Qian were all setting up formations on the other side. She could only order the paper people to stop.

But Le Jin did not let her go just because the paper man stopped moving. He continued to hold her hostage and walk out.

"What are you going to do?" Madam Qian asked with a pale face, "You can't go out! Your marriage with Erlang has already been decided!"

"If you want to get married, get married!" Le Jin rolled her eyes, kicked the door open, and walked out with her men.

The real servants were hidden inside, leaving only a few paper figures stationed outside. They were made from the same template, so they all looked identical. But precisely because they looked the same, they looked even more eerie in the night. If they weren't so numerous, they would have given the impression of a hundred demons parading at night.

Mrs. Qian was concerned about the thing on her neck and did not dare to give any orders to the paper figurine. Le Jin then held her hostage and led her to the kitchen according to the route she remembered.

"Where are you going?" Halfway through the journey, the voice of Young Master Qian sounded behind him.

Le Jin turned around holding Madam Qian hostage, and sure enough, she saw Young Master Qian and Old Master Qian.

"Master! Dalang!" When Mrs. Qian saw them, she immediately shouted twice as if she was saved.

Le Jin tightened her grip on the hairpin, "Are you sure you want to stop me?"

Young Master Qian stared deeply at Le Jin with his black eyes, and then turned to Madam Qian in his arms.

Madam Qian looked at Young Master Qian's expression and suddenly understood something. Tonight's ritual concerned the prosperity of the Qian family, and naturally, her son's future...

"Da Lang!" She called out one last time, closed her eyes, hardened her heart, and bumped directly into the hairpin in Le Jin's hand.

Warm blood immediately soaked Le Jin's hands. He hadn't expected Madam Qian to do this. How cruel! What was her purpose?

"Catch him!" Young Master Qian gave an order, and the originally still paper figures began to move, with deathly pale faces and strange painted features coming out in droves.

It's over,

He thought.