The young Taoist priest, who was already angry because Zhao Youliang refused to open the door, became even angrier upon hearing this.
"Kid inside, you need to understand this: we're here to save your life, not to ask you for favors!"
"Did you hear that eerie Peking Opera sound just now? It came from this shop!"
"My master calculated that this place is the source of all the resentment in the town!"
"I'll say it again: if you don't want to die, open the door now and let my master and me in!!"
Although he knew the other party meant well, Zhao Youliang was somewhat angry at their condescending and condescending attitude.
Nevertheless, he patiently explained, "Two Taoist masters, I understand what you are saying, but the door really cannot be opened."
"If you open the door and come in, you'll be in for trouble..."
Before Zhao Youliang could finish speaking, the hot-tempered young Taoist priest outside had already kicked the door open.
"This is absolutely outrageous!"
"I'm opening the door today, Daoist Master..."
Before he could finish speaking, at the same moment the door of the paper shop was kicked open, a cold wind howled, causing all the windows to open and close rapidly with a loud banging.
At the same time, the lights flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
In the interplay of light and shadow, two rows of paper figures simultaneously opened their blood-red eyes, staring intently at the direction of the gate and emitting eerie laughter.
"Something terrible has happened!"
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang hurriedly reached out to close the door, but the young Taoist was stuck between the two doors, too terrified to move aside.
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to push the young Taoist priest out, the old Taoist priest, wielding a magic sword, jumped in as if in a commotion.
"May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings! The filthy things are indeed all here!"
"Today, I, the Daoist, will act on behalf of Heaven... Ah!"
Before the old Taoist could finish shouting his slogan, the two puppets flew over with a bitter smile.
An eerie chant drifted on: "Jade Gate Pass, Gate of Hell, one step beyond and blood will flow to your head..."
As the lyrics were sung, the female puppet extended her dark blue ghostly claws, which instantly pierced through the old Taoist's chest.
"Isn't this the end of the world?!" Zhao Youliang was even more terrified when he saw this. He immediately rushed out and grabbed the iron chain connecting the two puppets, trying to stop them from leaving the paper shop.
At the same time, he shouted loudly at the small wooden knife on the offering table, "Master Knife, save me!"
The little wooden knife was clearly sentient; upon hearing this, it immediately flew up with a buzz.
Before Zhao Youliang could lift his shirt, a gash was slashed across his waist, spurting blood.
It was still the young general's not-so-bright voice: "A small knife, a small knife, floating in the sky; to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist."
"Seven Wounds Blade, here I come!"
Seeing the small wooden knife coming at her, the female doll no longer cared about the old Taoist priest who was still wearing his handgear.
He quickly flung him away and hurriedly dodged.
After the female doll dodged, the small wooden knife struck the iron chain in the middle with a clang.
The iron chain, as thick as a baby's arm, was cut in two instantly by the small wooden knife, just like a soft noodle.
Zhao Youliang held tightly to the section of the male doll that was locked up, and chanted rapidly.
"Laozi taught me to slay demons and gave me divine methods. I summoned the Jade Maiden to subdue all evil... What god would not submit, what demon would dare to oppose me!"
"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"
The "Demon-Slaying Curse" was unleashed, immediately transforming into a beam of black light that struck the female doll.
At the same time, all the immortals who heard the commotion rushed over:
Among them, Xie Tangxian and the seven siblings of Silly Roe Deer joined forces to stop the many paper figures;
Xiong Ba and the Mad Prisoner helped Zhao Youliang hold onto the chains to prevent the male doll from flying out of the shop.
As for Huang Yu, he transformed into a delicate little weasel with a whoosh, standing guard at the door with wary eyes to block the female doll.
Among all the immortals, Chang Jie was the slowest: he drifted in slowly like a hot air balloon.
With his uneven, cross-eyed look, he seemed rather dim-witted, and continued puffing on his cheap cigarettes.
"My parents are both dragons, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you."
The strange Chang family descendant muttered to himself as he flew straight toward the male doll's head, attempting to suppress it in the same way he had suppressed the Ghost-Faced Marquis.
Then the male puppet was clearly much more sinister than the ghost-faced monkey: before Chang Jie could land, it slapped him away.
It slammed heavily against the wall with a thud, bounced back, and rolled a long way before its eyes, big and small, were filled with circles.
He was obviously knocked unconscious from the fall...
Surprisingly, even so, the cheap cigarette in Chang Jie's mouth didn't fall off; it remained stuck to his thick lips...
"Hey, you dare hit my little egg!"
Seeing that Chang Jie's fate was unknown, Zhao Youliang took the initiative to shout out the bizarre incantation to control the small wooden knife.
"A small knife floats in the sky; to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist."
"Brother Dao, cut him down!"
With a soft thud, the knife pierced the waist, still spurting blood. In the bloody light, the small wooden knife fell heavily towards the male puppet.
Upon seeing this, the male doll suddenly opened its eyes, and foul-smelling blood tears instantly flowed down its face.
Then, to the astonishment of all the "people," he actually grabbed half of the iron chain from the female doll and used it to shield her in front of him.
With a soft thud, the wooden sword fell, severing not only the female doll's arm but also the iron chains binding Zhao Youliang and the other "people" to the male doll.
Finally free, the male doll "soared into the sky" amidst a strange laugh, flying out of the paper-making shop.
At this critical moment, the life-and-death line, which had already broken through a gap, rose up and transformed into a gray wall of fire, blocking the male puppet.
The male puppet had already become extremely ferocious. Upon seeing this, it grabbed the still dumbfounded young Taoist priest without hesitation and slammed him against the wall of fire.
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