As the wind rose, mournful opera singing drifted in from all directions.
"Then I saw: large demon soldiers, small demon judges, ox-headed and horse-faced demons, escorting the deceased souls with iron chains around their necks, a pitiful sight, a chilling wind swirling around, chilling me to the bone, and my heart trembled with fear..."
After the singing ended, all the paper figures immediately came to life, their scarlet eyes fixed on the two heads of the Huang and Chang families who were drinking together, and their cold laughter echoed throughout the paper-making shop.
Seeing this, Huang Zuo was stunned: "Such strong resentment?"
Chang Huaiyuan, dressed in white, nodded gently: "When the tragedy occurred here, neither you nor I had the privilege of following you, sir."
"Now, if we calculate carefully, 110 years have passed."
"It's understandable that they have pent-up resentment that's hard to shake off."
During this brief exchange, the paper figure began to move.
The electric lights in the paper-making shop flickered on and off: each time they went out and came back on, they were one step closer to the table.
A few breaths later, they had completely surrounded the table.
Her face, painted with blush, was filled with a strange smile.
Seeing this, Xiong Ba quickly led the evil immortals to turn around and be on guard, keeping a close eye on the paper figures in the outer circle and not daring to relax for a moment.
To be honest, if it weren't for Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan being there, all those evil immortals except for Xiong Ba would have run away long ago.
They knew their own limitations: all the evil spirits combined probably couldn't defeat a single paper figure here.
Moreover, there are so many more...
As the paper figures drew ever closer, Xiong Ba and the evil immortals were forced into retreat.
Left with no other choice, Huang Zuo picked up his wine glass and spilled the wine inside.
The wine and beverages were arranged in a large circle on the ground, centered on the table, like a transparent glass dome, keeping all the paper figures out.
Even so, the paper figures still tried their best to squeeze towards the people "inside".
Squeezed onto the "glass dome" formed by the liquor, their faces were distorted and deformed.
When it rubs against something, it even makes a buzzing sound.
Seeing this, Huang Zuo was stunned again: "So fierce?"
"No wonder the government had to build a purgatory to suppress them, no wonder they sacrificed eight lives of the Five Ghost Children in succession."
"It seems that it's not that the government doesn't want to solve the problem once and for all, but this place is just too eerie."
After his reflection, Huang Zuo stopped looking at the paper figure and instead raised his wine glass to speak to Chang Huaiyuan.
"Alright, forget about them. Brother Huaiyuan, let's continue drinking."
"Okay!" Chang Huaiyuan smiled and raised his glass in response, then drank it all in one gulp.
His forthright manner combined with his refined demeanor made him resemble a spirited young scholar.
Those who don't know his background would find it hard to associate this elegant young man with a ruthless ruler.
After a few drinks, that mournful singing began again.
"Old man, there's no need to be afraid. I have something to say, so listen to me. Don't treat me like a demon. I was just a wronged soul who died unjustly."
I quickly shook the branches and grabbed a handful of sand to throw up dust...
As the singing began, the pair of puppets on the coffin floated down and slowly walked towards the two heads of the family.
As they moved, the chains dragged on the ground, making a rattling sound like the shackles of a serious criminal.
Moreover, the two puppets completely ignored the "wine rings" spilled by Huang Zuo, pushed aside Xie Tangxian, and stood in front of the two shamanic masters in a gloomy and eerie manner.
Huang Zuo sighed helplessly and stood up.
"The Huang family of the Northern Kingdom knows the grievances in your hearts and originally did not want to get involved in this matter."
"Unfortunately, today's matter is urgent, and I have no choice but to come in person to delay for another day. Please do me this favor."
After saying that, he picked up the wine glass and poured all the wine inside onto the ground.
If other wronged souls heard the Huang family head say and do these things, they would either retreat and endure for a day, or kneel down and plead their grievances, begging for help. These are all normal actions.
But the two puppets remained unmoved, as if they hadn't heard anything.
The eerie winds that were stirred up were even stronger, making Xie Tangxian unsteady on his feet and causing Chang Huaiyuan's white robes to flutter wildly.
Seeing this, Huang Zuo became somewhat angry.
He simply sat down, giving the two puppets a half-smile: "Heh, you won't listen to a toast, so you'll have to drink a forfeit?"
As the current head of the Huang family, Huang Zuo's anger was naturally extremely imposing.
The paper figures that had been desperately pushing forward suddenly felt fear and began to back away in terror.
At the same time, it makes a "woo woo woo" sound.
Even so, the two puppets remained unmoved, standing quietly and "watching".
Seeing this, not only was Huang Zuo furious, but even a strand of white hair at Chang Huaiyuan's temples was faintly tinged with blood.
How could a ruthless ruler, whose "moon shines on mountains of corpses and seas of blood turn into dragons" be a good-tempered scholar?
At this crucial moment, another great figure arrived: dressed simply but cleanly, with a composed demeanor.
He was the first master Zhao Youliang had ever met, the head of the Hui family among the Five Great Immortals, the Thunder-Infused Wrathful Immortal Hui Wuming.
Upon seeing Hui Wuming arrive, Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan immediately stood up with smiles to greet him.
Huang Zuo addressed him as "little brother," while Chang Huaiyuan called him "sixth brother."
Several evil immortals, led by Xiong Ba, knelt and kowtowed, saying, "This wild beast pays respects to the ancestor of the Hui family."
"The ancestors will enjoy eternal blessings!"
Hui Wuming, who came from a humble background, understood the hardships of people at the bottom of society. So he smiled and waved his sleeve, lifting up Xiong Ba and the others.
"Don't mention it, just do what you're supposed to do."
At this moment, Chang Huaiyuan had already supported Hui Wuming's arm and led him to sit next to Huang Zuo.
"Sixth Brother, since you're here, why don't you join us for a drink?"
"It's been ten years since we brothers last saw each other."
Hui Wuming patted Chang Huaiyuan's hand, which was supporting him, and responded with a smile.
"Yes, it's been ten years."
"Let's take this opportunity to drink until we drop!"
"But before that, I, Sixth Brother, need to say a few words to these two."
Chang Huaiyuan looked thoughtful upon hearing this: "Sixth Brother, you mean them?"
They were referring to two figurines.
"Hmm." Gray Six nodded as he walked between the two puppets, sighed, and softly uttered fourteen words.
"What is destined to be yours will be yours; what is not, you may ask the Emperor for."
After the two puppets finished listening, a mournful singing voice emanated from the female puppet's body.
"Upon hearing that it was Lord Bao inspecting Yinshan, he was overjoyed and stepped forward, weeping, to show mercy."
"I weep and plead, yet I harbor a grave injustice in my heart..."
Amidst the eerie and mournful lyrics, the two puppets floated back onto the coffin.
The eerie wind stopped, and the lights in the paper-making shop ceased to flicker.
Even the paper figures returned to their places, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, Huang Zuo looked puzzled: "Brother Hui, what's going on? What did you say to those two?"
Hui Wuming did not answer, but looked thoughtfully at the coffin at the feet of the two puppets.
He then returned to his seat, chuckling, and said, "Come on, let's drink until we drop today!"
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