Chapter 265: Paper Missiles Exceeding Standards, Even the King of Hell Would Crazy for Them
The man's head didn't hurt much after being hit, but his expression changed.
He didn't look back, and could see the appearance of the paper missile through the live broadcast on his mobile phone.
Some of these paper weapons are now more powerful than the Ghost King's ghost weapons, especially those of this style, which are even more powerful.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also shocked.
"I've never seen a paper missile this big. Where did she get it? What would happen if it burned?"
I thought paper pistols and paper grenades were outrageous enough, but I didn't expect there would be missiles!
[This paper missile looks exactly like the missiles developed by the military before the apocalypse. I can't believe how powerful it is!]
[This thing seems to be solid. I just hit my bald head with it, but it didn't even flatten it!]
[The solid ones are even more terrifying! It is said that the power of paper weapons is related to the fineness of the paper. The finer the paper, the more powerful it is!]
Xuanyuan Xi, who originally thought that Song Mang was dead, was stunned for a while when he saw Song Mang appear safely and take out such a paper weapon.
Xuanyuan Xi couldn't help but look at the friend he had just met, and walked over to him and said, "Ouyang, I remember you know a big man who makes paper-made weapons, and he also has a lot of paper-made weapons.
"Look at the paper missiles in this livestream. How powerful are they? Can they compare to the full force of the Ghost King's Ghost Weapon?"
"Why are you still watching that live broadcast?"
Ouyang Chen took a look at his paper phone and found that Song Mang appeared in the live broadcast room.
He couldn't help but wonder, "This woman isn't dead? Is she just putting on a show with this bloody skeleton man? If she were really eaten by the human-skin chair, there's absolutely no way she would survive!"
"Don't worry about the relationship between her and the Blood Skull. Just tell me what you think of this paper missile."
Xuanyuan Xi knew that he was prejudiced against those internet anchors and was too lazy to explain these things about Song Mang.
"It's just okay."
Ouyang Chen said indifferently.
"For this type of missile, my friend can make it just by looking at a picture. But making paper weapons is not just about making something similar to a picture; it's very complicated.
If you are not a paper-making craftsman who has inherited the art from generation to generation, it is difficult to capture the essence of paper-making. Even if you make something that looks similar, it will be useless.
This paper missile of hers is probably just an ordinary model, it’s useless even if burned.”
Xuanyuan Xi said, "She also has paper sniper rifles and paper fighter jets, which can be used even if burned. If I remember correctly, none of your friends can make such paper items, right?"
Making paper weapons doesn't mean you can just build a model out of paper and burn it. Those random paper models won't make it into the hands of the weird even if they're burned before the apocalypse, and naturally, they can't be used as weapons after they're burned.
When making professional paper-made items, you need to chant mantras while making them!
These professional paper-made spells and talismans can only be mastered by paper-making craftsmen who have passed down the art from generation to generation.
"What? You said she had paper sniper rifles and fighter jets, and they still work after being burned?"
Ouyang Chen hadn't watched Song Mang's live broadcast much, but he knew that she was very popular on the forum.
He stared at the live broadcast room carefully for a while, the expression on his face changing from bright to dark.
"How is this possible... This kind of paper-made crafts can only be made by the descendants of the Yan family, but the Yan family has long since... and all the paper-made items of the Yan family have also disappeared."
Could it be that the large quantities of paper-made items that disappeared from the Yan family were all in the hands of this woman named Song Mang?
Ouyang Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Song Mang in the live broadcast room, with murderous intent unconsciously revealed in his eyes.
"No wonder the people my father sent couldn't find it. It turns out someone got there first..."
"What didn't you find?"
Xuanyuan Xi heard his mumbling and looked at him in confusion, "Do you know who made this kind of paper-cut?"
"I have no idea."
Ouyang Chen noticed Xuanyuan Xi's gaze, so he looked away and said, "Paper sniper rifles and fighter jets are not difficult things. My friend is researching them.
If you like it, once I have researched it, I can buy some for you to play with.
As for this paper missile, I think burning it is useless. The power of the paper missile is too strong, and no paper craftsman has such strong skills to make it.
The paper craftsman's skills are insufficient. If he makes a powerful paper weapon, the power of the paper will backfire while he's chanting scriptures and carving spells! Unless..."
Unless it is a paper figurine made before the end of the world.
At that time, paper items were not weapons that humans could use. Any experienced paper craftsman could chant scriptures and engrave spells on any paper item.
But according to the Ouyang family's investigation, there were no such paper missiles in the paper-making shop owned by the Yan family.
"Unless what?"
Xuanyuan Xi's voice came again, but Ouyang Chen did not answer him again. Instead, he took out a paper mobile phone and paid attention to Song Mang's live broadcast room.
Not to mention these favored sons of the imperial capital, even Xi Jinzhi was a little surprised to be shocked by Song Mang's paper missiles.
He was standing next to Song Mang and could tell at a glance that this paper missile was usable!
He couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get such a powerful paper weapon? Who helped you make it?"
Song Mang grinned and said, "This is a gift. Because I bought too much, the owner gave me a bunch of inventory for free. I found this among the inventory."
That’s right, these were also made by Yan Zhe’s grandfather!
The old man is a fanatic about paper-making research. When he has nothing to do, he makes a lot of unusual paper-made items.
But because they couldn't be sold, they were not kept in the store, but instead kept in the warehouse, gathering dust.
Song Mang took them all directly!
She can guarantee that there will be absolutely no paper-made items that escape the net in the Yan family’s store!
"I didn't expect the gifts to be more useful."
Song Mang chuckled and took out a touch-screen remote control from his pocket and said, "The remote control has a built-in positioning map. Just click on the map to send it at a fixed time and point. It can fly anywhere in the sky or on the ground.
I just don't know how powerful it would be after it explodes, but I guess it's similar to a real-life missile, so it can definitely sink an island."
Xi Jinzhi: ???
Live broadcast audience: ???
[Real or fake? Song Mang is such a good blowhard!]
"Why can't I believe it? If this thing is so powerful, what's the point of us cultivating? Even if we cultivate for five hundred years and reach the Golden Core stage, we might not be able to sink an island!"
[Paper weapons are so excessive? I want to switch careers and learn how to make paper weapons right now. Is there still time?]
If the paper rifles, sniper rifles, tanks and fighter jets that Song Mang had taken out earlier were enough to make the ten great ghost generals in the underworld scramble to buy them.
Then, the paper-made positioning missiles she took out this time are enough to drive the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld crazy!
Xi Jinzhi was silent for a long time, but finally couldn't help himself and said to her, "It's better not to waste such a useful thing on a human player. Will you... sell it to me?"
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