Old Mo’s expression also turned grim when he heard me speak.
Looking at the paper figures in the room, he said,
“If they’re among these paper figures, then it’s much easier.
We’ll just set these paper figures ablaze and see where he hides then!”
Old Mo spoke fiercely.
I nodded,
“Alright, let’s light them up!”
After speaking, the two of us went directly to these paper figures, took out lighters, and began to burn them.
The sound of lighters clicking filled the air.
These joss paper were easy to burn; with a slight touch, the paper figures were consumed by flames.
Following that, two clusters of fire began to spread within the room.
In the firelight, the paper figures inside flickered.
Old Mo and I watched silently.
Burning the paper figures was only to force the old ghost out.
Therefore, most of our attention was focused on every single paper figure in this room.
But just as the two fires were about to engulf two paper figures and spread outwards,
A surge of Yin energy suddenly erupted from the pile of paper figures.
Whoosh…
The two flames flickered violently and were extinguished.
Seeing this, Old Mo and I narrowed our eyes.
As expected, there was something wrong.
Instead of getting angry, I smiled and instinctively tightened my grip on the handle of my peach wood sword.
Wu Jing, who was standing beside us, suddenly exclaimed while holding his phone,
“Ah! N-no, that, that paper figure just blinked!”
As he spoke, he shone his phone's flashlight onto one of the paper figures in the room.
Pointing at the paper figure, he spoke with great fear.
Old Mo and I looked over.
We saw that the paper figure was motionless, showing no abnormality.
But Old Mo and I knew clearly that Wu Jing might be lying.
I raised my hand and threw a talisman directly.
The talisman flew over with a “swish.”
However, before the talisman could stick to the paper figure,
The paper figure suddenly raised its hand and grabbed the talisman.
Its slightly tilted head then snapped around abruptly.
Its expressionless face suddenly showed a hint of a sinister smile.
That smile was chilling, utterly eerie.
Wu Jing let out a startled cry and quickly retreated behind us.
With two swift movements, Old Mo drew out his twin peach wood axes.
My face sank further,
“Abomination!”
I formed a sword finger with my left hand and then let out a low roar,
“Chī!”
With a “bang,” the talisman exploded.
The paper figure’s hand was directly blown apart.
But the paper figure continued to smile at me, tilting its head again.
What’s more, it then began to slowly stand up from the pile of paper figures, like a living person.
Seeing this situation, Old Mo and I both adopted vigilant and solemn expressions.
It could still stand up after being hit by a talisman.
This paper figure was unusual!
But it wasn’t over yet. After standing up, the paper figure continued to smile at us with its head tilted.
The eyes, painted with pigment, seemed to have gained a divine spirit, revealing excitement and malevolence.
Not only that, but the entire room began to emit “rustling” sounds.
As these sounds echoed,
We discovered that all the other dozen or so paper figures in the room were moving.
Turning our heads,
We saw that these paper figures, scattered haphazardly without any discernible pattern,
Were either blinking, moving their heads, or twitching their limbs.
Even some, like the first one that stood up, were slowly rising from the ground.
They didn’t utter a single word, nor did we sense any Yin aura from them.
They just stood up.
Staring at the three of us with eerie expressions.
Old Mo and I became serious immediately.
This was the first time we had encountered such a scene.
Wu Jing, on the other hand, was already gasping for breath, terrified.
If this guy hadn’t been used to fishing in the wild and had experienced encountering a ghost before, his courage might have been greater.
For an ordinary person, they would have likely been scared to death by now.
“Yo! Old Mo, Mr. Wu, it seems we’ve stumbled into a nest of paper figures.
My guess is that the old ghost is probably in one of these figures.”
I swept my gaze coldly.
Old Mo licked his lips, his face serious, and said,
“Before me, the Son of Light. The Arbiter of Fate. The Urban Exorcist, Mo, he dares to play tricks.
I will make him understand.
How foolish it is to defy the light.”
Old Mo was very serious, very earnest, completely immersed in his persona.
He didn’t seem to realize how awkward he was.
I was already accustomed to it; my toes had evolved to not need to grip tightly.
Instead, I smiled,
“Let’s stop the nonsense.
Since this fellow doesn’t want to come out, we’ll just tear apart these paper figures one by one and find him.”
With that, my eyes turned cold.
I charged towards a paper figure, carrying my peach wood sword.
With a single sword strike, Dao energy surged, and protective energy vibrated.
With a “ripping” sound, a paper figure was directly split in half by me without any resistance.
And from the head of the paper figure I split open, a wisp of black energy emerged.
Following that, the paper figure collapsed,
And a ball of green Netherworld fire erupted from its body, burning it completely.
“Aim for the heads, attack the heads of these paper figures.”
I shouted, having discovered their weakness.
The surrounding paper figures, seeing me make a move, all displayed fierce and angry expressions. They raised their paper hands and rushed towards me with “swish, swish, swish.”
Old Mo didn’t hesitate either. He raised his twin axes and suddenly let out a low roar,
“Hasege!”
With a downward chop of his axes, he also struck the head of a paper figure…