They Really Came Alive, Pursuing Them into Paper Figure Forest

We quickly chased into the forest ahead.

The moment we arrived, the white paper figures hanging from the trees began swaying violently.

At that moment, black mist seeped from every white paper figure.

Those that had been weeping or howling now let out low "Awoo, awoo, awoo" growls.

Every one of them seemed to have become extremely enraged.

Not only that, as the black mist continued to spread, the words on the chests of those paper effigies gradually twisted and warped.

In the end, they became the character for "Kill."

"This is bad. The ghosts inside these paper figures are turning into evil spirits."

Pan Ling cried out in alarm.

"They must be under that demon daoist's control. Ignore these paper figures and keep chasing!"

I replied in a low voice.

Only if Leng Bingshan died for good could the ghosts in these paper figures possibly be reborn.

There was no point in getting tangled up with these paper effigies here.

But at that moment, a gust of yin wind swept over us.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The thin threads suspending the white paper figures snapped one after another with a series of "Bang, bang, bang" sounds, and the figures fell to the ground.

The instant those white paper figures landed, twisted and savage expressions appeared on their faces.

Their hollow black eyes fixed on us as they let out "Awoo, awoo" cries and lunged our way.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuchen exclaimed even more loudly, "Th-this is Calabash Brothers, isn't it? Dropping down one after another?"

"Forget these little ghosts. Keep going!"

Mao Jing said coldly.

However, whenever those paper effigy ghosts came near us, we mercilessly suppressed and destroyed them.

After chasing another hundred meters, we could already clearly see Daoist Qingshan ahead of us.

Meanwhile, more and more paper