Among the five great shamanic families, the Chang family is inherently associated with killing and violence.

Therefore, the current head of the Chang family—Chang Huaiyuan, the master of Wanlong Mountain—is a master of killing.

Paper-making shops are scary, but compared to this guy... they're nothing!

It's nothing more than a minor ailment!

Therefore, the grasshopper spirit immediately nodded frantically: "General Prisoner, don't worry, I'll take Quantum and Young Master Chang and run away right now!"

"Even if I get killed, I would never dare to let the young master of the Chang family suffer the slightest harm!!"

As they were talking, the grasshopper spirit had already ridden a gust of yellow wind and rushed towards Zhao Youliang's bedroom.

Unfortunately, just as they were about to go inside, the paper figure that Wang Youcai had made himself, which was placed in front of the door, suddenly came to life.

It was as if a sleeping warrior had suddenly awakened, exuding an aura of solemnity and iron-bloodedness.

One of the paper figures suddenly threw a punch, hitting the grasshopper spirit squarely in the face.

The grasshopper demon screamed and flew backward, crashing into a row of tables and chairs.

Amidst screams, he couldn't get up for a long time.

"this......"

The sudden scene stunned everyone, including the prisoner and the two paper figures he was facing.

However, the two paper figures guarding the gate closed their eyes again as if they had done something insignificant.

At the same time, Chang Jie, who seemed to be dead, suddenly spoke, and unusually, he didn't use his usual catchphrase.

Although the voice remained unhurried and weak, the words spoken sent a jolt through people.

"Whoever wants to run can run, but I won't. I want to protect my shamanic disciples."

"My uncle once said: The Chang family of the North only knows how to fight to the death, nothing more."

It seems that he talked too much, which exhausted Chang Jie, who was already feeling weak.

After saying that, the maggot lay completely still on the eggshell...

After a brief silence, the prisoner was the first to react.

"Good! Chang Jie is right!"

"Only in this way can we live up to the bloodline of the Chang family of the Northern Kingdom, and only in this way can we live up to the Chang family's reputation for ruthlessness!"

As he spoke, the prisoner's long hair flew wildly, and he exuded an imposing aura without being angry.

He raised the shackles high once more, charging towards the two paper figures with a howling heatwave and a fierce killing intent.

"The prisoners are here, come and fight!"

This scene also spurred the grasshopper spirit's courage.

Having finally managed to get up, he groaned and hopped towards the paper figure.

"This old immortal is not running away anymore, this old immortal is going to fight you to the death!"

As the grasshopper spirit charged forward, it roared at the other hesitant evil spirits.

"What are you all looking at? Let's all attack together!"

"Even if you have a tough idea, can you outdo the Chang family patriarch?"

"I refuse to believe that if these two beasts really threaten Young Master Chang Jie, the Chang family patriarch would be able to stand by and not intervene to save him!"

Upon hearing this, the previously hesitant Xie Tang Xian immediately realized that it made perfect sense!

If you just pay attention and persevere a little longer, the Chang family of Wanlong Mountain will definitely send someone to help.

Even if the Chang family patriarch himself came, none of his seven brothers were easy to mess with!

Especially Chang Jie's biological father, the Eighth Master of the Chang family, and his mother, Lady Yinglong.

This Lord Yinglong is known for being fiercely protective of his own.

Upon realizing this, Xie Tangxian's morale soared, and he charged forward amidst shouts, curses, and chaotic noise.

Of course, when the time comes, the focus shifts to hit-and-run tactics, with survival as the top priority.

Despite the high morale of Zhao Youliang's gang, supernatural battles are not simply a matter of having more people.

Moments later, all the immortals were severely injured and collapsed by the paper figures, only the mad ghost prisoner continued to howl and fight fiercely.

Although he was already severely injured...

At this crucial moment, Zhao Youliang, who was suffering from a hangover, suddenly turned over.

I don't know what I was dreaming about, but I muttered something like, "Hit him!"

Upon hearing this, the two paper figures at the door, like war machines receiving orders, immediately opened their eyes and rushed towards the other two paper figures with heavy steps.

The two paper figures that had just been rampaging were now like helpless children in front of these two deities.

He was knocked to the ground in a few moves, convulsing and unable to stand up.

After defeating his opponent, the paper figure that Wang Youcai made returned to the bedroom door to "stand guard," just like a robot that had suddenly shut down.

The immortals were stunned by what they saw, and even felt like they were dreaming.

The grasshopper spirit, still lying on the ground vomiting blood, trembled for a long time before managing to speak.

"No, really? This is allowed?"

"Old Immortal, I've really learned something new... With these two great deities around, what does Quantum need us shamans for? To keep us around for fun?!"

After the grasshopper spirit finished speaking, the prisoner, who was also in a state of shock, slowly opened his mouth.

"Alright, no need for further words. You should all return to your memorial tablets and recuperate."

"I would have told Quantum the truth about what happened today, and asked him to reward me accordingly."

The evil immortals knew that Zhao Youliang was poor, so poor that he didn't even have enough lifespan left.

Cough cough, Zhao Youliang is probably the first person in history to be so poor.

Therefore, Xie Tangxian did not expect Zhao Youliang to reward him; he took it as just a casual remark from the prisoner, a routine matter.

Once all the immortals had returned to their places, the prisoner dragged his heavy steps to tidy up the mess.

But just as they were about to close the back door, a sudden change occurred:

Suddenly, the jar that Chang Jie had been suppressing flew up and squeezed out through the crack in the door with a whoosh.

Before they could catch up, they disappeared into the boundless night.

At the same time, another strange thing happened: the two paper figures that had been knocked to the ground began to shrink rapidly, down to the size of our palms.

And they are no longer three-dimensional, but have become two paper figures.

With short legs, big eyes, and a touch of blush, she no longer looked eerie; instead, she appeared quite festive.

"this?!"

Just as the prisoner was wondering what was going on, the equally puzzled big yellow dog came over.

The dog stared intently at the two paper figures on the ground, its eyes filled with confusion.

Just then, the two little paper figures on the ground wobbled and slowly stood up.

He kept bowing and making obeisance to the big yellow dog, uttering childish sounds.

"Master Huang! Master Huang!"

"Woof woof woof?!" This scene made the big yellow dog even more confused, its face full of question marks.

I tried touching the two tiny paper figures with my paw, and only relaxed when I found that they didn't bite me.

The paper doll touched by the dog's paw looked like it was enjoying itself, just like a kitten or puppy being petted by its owner.

Therefore, they called him "Master Huang, Master Huang" even more frequently.

Seeing this, the big yellow dog wagged its tail happily and lay down, gesturing for the two little paper figures to climb onto its back.

The little paper figure was clearly very clever, babbling and pulling on the dog hair as it struggled to climb up.

Once they finally climbed up, they let out bursts of childish laughter, just like children being played with on their father's head.

"Giggle giggle..."