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"Death, decay... These powers were indeed inauspicious, but they had never belonged exclusively to Eerie beings like you."

"You can control this deathly aura. So can I!"

"Woo!"

Within Funeral City, the yin wind wailed like weeping ghosts. The Eerie controlling the Paper People was truly terrifying, but Jiang Xuan had never been weak either.

"Dong—!"

"Dong—!"

"Dong!"

When the eleventh funeral bell sounded, the deathly aura within the Paper Person shells became like disturbed pond water, rippling into faint disorder.

At the same time, carried by the touch of those sound waves, Jiang Xuan had already seen through the core of these Paper People.

"Yi... ya!"

It was precisely the theater stage at the center of the ruined town, the only place still stained with a trace of color.

At that moment, the Paper Person Troupe was singing an opera in lilting tones. Their Eerie melody was like a rusted blade, scraping across one's heart with every note.

"Buzz—!"

The funeral bell of Jiang Xuan's Death-Announcing Evening Bell rang without end. To the Paper People, it was both an assault and a profound exchange—those with deep cultivation all had will flowing through their Spell Arts.

Thus, amid the bell's bombardment and his confrontation with the enemy, Jiang Xuan gradually discerned the Theater Tower Paper People's methods: erosion and control.

Their initial power was to turn living beings watching the performance into "audience members"—those deathly pale, dull-eyed Paper Person Audience.

Its mid-level application was what the Paper Person Theater Tower was currently doing, known as "entering the play."

Three zhang of mortal dust, mark the ground as a stage; invite you into the play, and the role becomes a cage.

When facing Cultivators of extraordinary cultivation, the foul aura spilling from the Theater Tower could not directly transform them.

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