"Getting desperate?"
Jiang Qiao watched the sea of paper filling the sky, his gaze calm and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"For more than a decade."
"And you still only have these tricks."
He raised his hand and clenched it in empty air. The paper people and paper horses around him suddenly froze. Then endless arcs of lightning swept outward, instantly piercing the paper supernatural beings filling the sky and reducing them to scattered scraps.
"Heh!"
The Paper Figure Maker let out a sinister laugh.
Suddenly.
The shredded paper was swept up by a gust of sinister wind and began converging again from all directions.
Then.
The scene before Jiang Qiao's eyes changed.
The paper scraps reassembled into a narrow, gloomy ancient alley.
It appeared abruptly before him.
The alley was eerie.
From the shadows on both sides, countless paper people crawled out soundlessly. Their faces were deathly pale and their eyes hollow. They surged from the alley like a tide, advancing toward Jiang Qiao.
"Get lost!"
Jiang Qiao shouted coldly and swung both fists.
Black lightning tore through the void. The paper people at the front exploded into ash amid the crackling of the lightning.
But soon.
The charred paper ash gathered again, reassembling into even more paper people.
They charged forward with an even more vicious attitude.
"Heh heh heh heh!" The Paper Figure Maker's low laughter sounded like paper rubbing against paper. From the sleeves of its black paper shroud, paper money and gold ingots rained down across the sky.
Every bill was stained with blood, and Jiang Qiao's name was written on every gold ingot.
This was Life-Buying Money from folk legend.
Once you borrowed the money,
you had sold your life.
At best, you would suffer a serious illness. At worst, you would