I turned back to look at Bopi Shi, who said, "I know something about the paper figurine maker. I can probably guess what's going on here. If you believe me, we can try to cross the river."

I replied faintly, "Tell me!"

Bopi took a deep breath and said, "The secret art of living people, besides the inheritance of our four lineages, is missing one thing. That is the main soul."

"We can take people apart and put them back together, but we can't make them live like normal people. But there is a paper figurine maker who has this ability. The paper figurines he makes can also be called 'Blood-Soaked Paper Puppets.'"

"As far as I know, the ancestors of a few of us once accidentally created two living puppet. However, the secret art of living people could not be replicated. Therefore, the ancestor once sent one of the puppets to obtain the secret method of that paper figurine maker."

"Not only did that puppet not succeed, it almost ruined the ancestor's inheritance."

Bopi paused here and said, "I suspect that someone wants to reproduce the secret art of living people in Paper Figurine Village. So, he gathered Tigubi and the other two here, and also brought the paper figurine maker."

"Tigubi and the other two are all people of the wolf, they will wag their tails like dogs when the other party is in power, and they will bite back when the other party loses power. The descendant of that paper figurine maker may have already died in their hands."

I looked at Mo Caiwei and said, "Does your Mo family know how to make paper figures?"

"Yes!" Mo Caiwei trembled, "Our family in Mo Family Village makes a living by handling funerals and making paper figures. But I... but I don't know that our Mo family can also make paper puppets."

I said in a deep voice, "Who told you that I offended Bopi Ke?"

Mo Caiwei said in a low voice, "It's a rumor in the Jianghu."

The words of Bopi and Mo Caiwei led me to a conclusion.

Back then, when Tigubi and the other three ghosts and gods had not yet arrived at Mo Family Village, the three-pulse sorcerers attacked the Mo family. They knew that the Mo family was not easy to deal with, so they simply took advantage of the opportunity of the Cangyu Sect coming to ask for help, and sent the Mo family to the eyes of another ghost and god.

It was precisely because of this that two villages that were originally unrelated were connected together.

The ghost and god of Mo Family Village may have already obtained the secret art of Blood-Soaked Paper Puppets from the Mo family, and the only thing missing was Bopi's inheritance.

Tigubi and the others knew that I had offended Bopi, so they tricked me into the village and used me to lure Bopi into the trap.

I sneered and said, "This can be considered a coincidence. Tigubi and the others calculated everything, but they didn't expect us to be able to enter the place where the paper figurine maker practiced in seclusion. If we can enter the secret burial of the paper figurine maker, we still have a chance of survival."

I didn't say the other half of my sentence, which was that if we couldn't enter the secret burial, this place would be the burial place for us.

I turned to look at Bopi, "How much do you know about the inheritance of the paper figurine maker?"

"I can only say try!" Bopi said helplessly, "Blood-Soaked Paper Puppets are the highest secret method of the paper figurine maker, I don't know if we can get through here."

Bopi said, "Legend has it that the paper figurine maker has a way to send ghosts and gods to the underworld. Once a ghost or god is captured by the paper figurine maker, they will try every means to call friends and companions to rescue themselves."

"At this time, the paper figurine maker has to use the Thirteen Ghost Steps to send away the ghosts and gods who are unwilling to enter the underworld, and also use secret methods to block the pursuers behind. Crossing the bridge when encountering water is one of them, you go light the incense first."

I had just taken two steps forward when I suddenly thought of something, "Mo Caiwei, you come, you are the descendant of the Mo family, it is only right and proper for you to come here."

"Okay!" Mo Caiwei took a deep breath and walked up to pick up three yellow incense sticks and put them into the incense burner.

Bopi raised his voice and shouted, "Practitioners kneel, worship the Nine Gates."

After Mo Caiwei knelt down in response, Bopi raised his voice and said, "Use blood to dye the paper to enter my door, three incense sticks burn to cut off mortal ties. Light the incense—"

As soon as Bopi's voice fell, the three yellow incense sticks burned quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ashes standing on the yellow incense sticks were like three sharp claws伸出的by ghosts and gods, hooking towards Mo Caiwei's head.

Seeing that the yellow incense was about to burn out, Bopi shouted again, "Sprinkle blood—"

"Hurry up, cut your hand and sprinkle the blood on the yellow paper, hurry up."

Mo Caiwei cut open her palm with a knife, and the yellow paper on the table also floated to the ground on its own at this time, lined up neatly in front of Mo Caiwei.

Bopi shouted urgently, "Clench your hand and sprinkle blood on the paper, hurry."

Mo Caiwei clenched her fist, waved it from left to right, and round blood beads floated down from her fingers and dripped onto the yellow paper. There were three blood beads on each piece of paper, no more, no less.

"It's done!" In the midst of Bopi's excited shout, the nine pieces of blood-stained yellow paper floated into the air on their own and fell into the distant river.

The yellow paper was like nine thunderbolts thrown into the water when it encountered water, and nine water columns rose into the sky.

What I didn't expect was that the water columns that leaped into the air did not fall back down, but were instead twisted into the air by some kind of giant force like a tornado, dancing wildly in the wind.

The yellow paper stained with Mo Caiwei's blood was not only not torn apart by the water, but instead spiraled in the air with the water column, and the bloodstains on the yellow paper seemed to spread outward endlessly, dyeing the paper red in a short moment, and also dyeing the river water red.

From a distance, it looked like nine giant blood-colored pillars, connecting the heaven and earth.