Chapter 32 Paper Man City 29
There were rustling sounds coming from all directions, and the ancestral hall was flooded by a tide of paper figures. Two long, useless paper strips twisted into spirals and entangled with each other, and in a blink of an eye they were twisted into a longer and wider white paper roll, standing upright from top to bottom, extremely sharp, like a huge white knife hanging high in the air.
It's so big that it looks like it's used by a giant.
An ordinary person would be cut in half if he were to touch it.
Leng Jing and Lin Shenyin looked at each other and nodded. They threw out the talisman paper at the same time, pinched their fingers, and threw the easy-to-use magic weapon to Chen Chuan and Zhao Xiaoxuan for self-protection. The weapon that had been sealed for ten years finally met its destined enemy. Because it was refined to counter the paper people, the four of them actually resisted the intensive attacks of the paper people for a short time.
However, what people fear most is the white blade of light hanging high above their heads.
Leng Jing raised his head and took a look, his expression becoming more solemn.
At least we should buy more time for Jiang Yuelu... He is the person who has gone the furthest in the past ten years.
The paper people continued to roll back into the sky like snowflakes, adding bricks to this huge weapon. If they didn't hurry up... He was called back by a scream. Turning around, Chen Chuan looked at him, "Brother Leng, your body..."
He was stunned, and when he looked down, he saw that his flesh was gradually melting like the people in Nanzhen, revealing a weak skeleton.
Although I had known for a long time that I was dead, this was the first time I saw evidence that life no longer existed.
Leng Jing looked at the internal organs which could not even be called "internal organs" and thought to himself, no wonder all the monsters and ghosts wanted to live - being alive, feeling the sunshine and rain with the body and breath, was really a very happy thing.
"Don't be sad."
He comforted them, "Jiang Yuelu just said that I have been dead for a long time and will disappear sooner or later."
He looked up: "But...it's still too early."
The huge white knife was slightly raised, and the beams, bricks and tiles were easily cut into pieces like tofu, and countless pieces of stone and wood fell from the sky.
"Boom!" With a sound, broken wood penetrated the ground, and the black wooden signs that were knocked away clanged and scattered all over the ground. Several pieces rolled to Jiang Yuelu's feet, and the rumbling sound of huge rocks falling continued to be heard around.
"Wizard Jiang, die with me..."
The lady gradually revealed her appearance as a scroll. She stretched out two arms from the neatly cut edge of the paper and hugged Jiang Yuelu intimately, saying sweet words: "From this point of view, you are much more handsome than the young Zhu Xiuyuan."
"If I can die with you, it means I am better than her, right?"
The cold temperature that was not like that of a human was close to the skin on his neck. Jiang Yuelu stared at the scroll intently, and his pupils emitted a faint white luster as they reflected the white blade above his head.
"You are a paper painting made of a giant tree."
Being embraced by the beauty, Jiang Yuelu was thinking carefully about other things. He pondered: "I have seen some stickers in Zuixianlou, and they can't take shape. Is it all because of that tree?"
He recalled the first clue he saw in the small dark room. Qin Xue looked at the giant tree with reverence. He seemed to have said... Mother Earth, Tree God?
"You are always distracted, Wizard Jiang."
Jiang Yuelu said calmly: "I am actually very focused when chatting, but I am just talking to different people."
"You're not interested in me? Even though I'm not a human, I'm pretty good looking, right?"
Jiang Yuelu said: "Someone is better looking than you."
"who?"
Um...he doesn't know what his name is either.
"Even if you don't want to, we will die together." It laughed, "Not only me, but everyone here will die. Wait for my order--"
The laughter stopped abruptly. The slowly swinging long blade also stopped, and the deafening rumble stopped. Everyone looked up and saw the scarlet edge of the clothes fluttering in the sky.
Zhao Xiaoxuan said: "...Master?"
That young master who always did what he wanted was very different from when they first met.
His figure has changed, as if he has grown two years older from seventeen or eighteen years old. His hair has also become longer, and when tied up, it is longer than his waist. He is wearing a fire robe wrapped in green flames, and at this moment he is slightly raising his foot in the air.
There was no intention to intercept or fight. The gap in strength between the two sides was too great. Simply put, he might have just happened to pass by and stood here, causing the light blade that shattered the ancestral hall to be unable to move.
Standing on the white blade as high as a building, Young Master Xia's expression was calm. He glanced at Madam Zhu, smiled evilly, and moved, as if he knew what he was going to do. Madam Zhu shouted, "No——"
An extremely stern “No!” resounded through the sky, but he acted as if he didn’t hear it and stepped down with a little more force than when walking.
“Crack.”
An inaudible cracking sound broke the silence.
A circle of cracks appeared, and scattered paper figures groaned and fell from the middle.
Their stiff faces turned slightly towards their mothers - the ethereal calls of children continued to ring out from all around, and the tender voices of mother surrounded Mrs. Zhu, and she clenched her teeth. Soon, layers of ripples spread from the center to both ends, countless explosions sounded, and the entire white blade was shaken out of a layer of light dust, and the paper figures that had lost their vitality fell down one after another. For a moment, it seemed as if snowing in the ancestral hall.
“No…no…”
Mrs. Zhu, who had no one to rely on, stared at the sky for a while and quickly decided to take whoever she could with her.
The one closest to him was Jiang Yuelu, and when he saw it pounce on him, he did not resist, but let its elbow, which was now half-entered into the painting, stiffly clamp around his neck.
"You are the winner." Its voice seemed to be filled with deep fatigue and hatred.
It was a little surprised: "Why don't you break free?"
Jiang Yuelu: "I have one last thing to say."
"What?"
"Why did your master, Qin Xue, go to so much trouble to create you?"
It was in a daze, as if it had never thought about this question. Its memory was forcibly loaded, and it was a bystander even in the past of its birth. It did not understand the meaning of birth at all.
Jiang Yuelu said: "Humans are selfish animals. He has his reasons for doing this."
It asked softly, "So?"
"So..." Jiang Yuelu actually didn't know what he wanted to say, "So he needs you like this, more than Madam Zhu. You are not completely meaningless."
"Haha." After hearing his words, the portrait that was floating alone in the air suddenly began to drip tears from its eyes, sliding across the chin, wrists, embroidered shoes of the woman in the painting...all of them were other people's things, only her tears were her own.
Tears dripped to the ground, turning into two wet marks.
"Then I seem to..." His voice faded, "a little bit better than her."
The portrait fell to the ground and remained motionless.
As the last spell cast by Leng Jing and Lin Shenyin disappeared, the floating light on the ground disappeared and the ancestral hall returned to its previous tranquility.
Everything is the same as it was ten years ago.
In addition to the gently floating portrait, there is an extra tear mark compared to ten years ago.
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Jiang Yuelu stood up and looked at the young man who suddenly appeared.
Ever since he knew his true identity, he stopped calling him Young Master. It always felt a bit strange. He didn't know what it meant to call him by his name, so he always called him this. Young man. Young man in red. Strange young man. It sounded polite and distant.
It was also the boy who saved them.
However, Jiang Yuelu knew that it seemed that they were rescued because of his action. But in fact, he had no intention of doing so. He was just doing his own thing, and to do that thing he needed to get rid of Madam Zhu, that was all. He didn't care whether these people were alive or dead.
But what happens after getting rid of Mrs. Zhu?
He didn't make any other moves, just stood there as if waiting for something.
Come to think of it, it was the same thing at Zuixianlou. He was waiting for someone. Was his way of catching ghosts to wait? It didn't seem to have any killing power.
Chen Chuan looked at Master Xia and said, "How terrible, how terrible!"
...Is it scary?
"Brother Leng!"
Jiang Yuelu walked to the dying Leng Jing, whose entire body had turned into a pale skeleton. Lin Shenyin was the same, but he turned away from this tearful parting scene.
Jiang Yuelu squatted down and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Leng Jing said: "My great revenge has been achieved. There is nothing else I want to do."
"But...when you go to the academy, if you have time, can you help me go and see my sister?"
Jiang Yuelu asked: "Sister? You have a sister?"
Leng Jing nodded. Jiang Yuelu agreed: "Okay, I will go."
After talking to Leng Jing, he turned to another person, "What about you? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
Lin Shenyin turned his back to them and said, "No."
Zhao Xiaoxuan couldn't help but said, "Just tell me what you have to say."
Lin Shenyin: "Did I tell you that you are deaf? Get lost."
"His last name is Lin." Leng Jing said, "If someone with the last name Lin comes to see you, you can help keep an eye out for him. He might be one of his family members."
Lin Shenyin was furious: "What do you care?"
Chen Chuan was a little worried: "But we haven't left yet. The big boss Qin Xue hasn't shown up yet... Hey, if we can get out, I will definitely help you ask all the people with the last name Lin in the academy."
Lin Shenyin cursed: "Who asked you to ask!"
Leng Jing explained to Chen Chuan: "Don't worry. Didn't you hear the bell? This is the bell that ends the exam early. You haven't enrolled yet... so you don't know about this. If the bell rings, any exam, no matter what state it is in, must be subject to outside intervention."
Jiang Yuelu looked towards the vast night fog and said, "Finally, someone has arrived from above."
No one answered.
He turned around and Leng Jing had disappeared.
Lin Shenyin chuckled: "You joined the team one step ahead of me, and you would die before me. Leng Jing, Leng Jing, you and I are truly lifelong enemies."
He looked at Jiang Yuelu and said, "You are a brave man. You can walk here on your own."
"I won't advise you to just wait for help like he did. As for you, you should be interested in the additional questions, right? After all, you seemed to want a high score after arguing so hard before."
Jiang Yuelu answered as a matter of course: "I want full marks."
He was stunned and laughed: "You are really brave."
Why do all the words he says sound like curses?
"Then I might as well tell you. Instead of waiting for someone to come, it's better to crack it first. The bell means someone is going to intervene, but it doesn't mean that the candidates can't continue answering the questions. Isn't there another essay question?"
Jiang Yuelu asked: "Are essay questions additional questions?"
Lin Shenyin said: "No. That is another matter."
His voice gradually weakened. "Death is not the end. You will learn in the academy... When does a person's life begin and when does it end? This is another saying in the wizarding world..."
"I died once ten years ago, and now I'm dying again. But now is the time for me to really die. Goodbye."
He finally made an invisible lip movement to Jiang Yuelu.
"Here you go. A free tip."
When the words fell to the ground, the owner's figure was gone - he and Leng Jing had disappeared. There was no trace on the ground. The two wizards who died ten years ago finally returned to dust at this moment.
After a while, Jiang Yuelu patted the silent Chen Chuan and the tearful Zhao Xiaoxuan and said, "Let's go."
There was no place to stay in the ancestral hall now, and the three of them finally found a vacant space. The young man in red was standing not far away, and no one called him over.
Zhao Xiaoxuan finally stopped crying: "...Then should we wait here forever?"
Jiang Yuelu was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow appearing not far away.
There were only three of them and the young man leaning against the wall in the ancestral hall. The dark shadow suddenly appeared and raised his head. It was a person he had just seen not long ago.
Chen Chuan asked: "Who is this?"
It looks weird no matter how you look at it to suddenly appear here!
Jiang Yuelu said calmly: "Qin Xue."
Chen Chuan: "Oh. It turned out to be Qin Xue. Hahaha, I wondered who it was——"
After a few seconds, his jaw dropped: "...Ah?! He is Qin Xue?!"
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