After Zhou Qian finished speaking, he rapidly chanted a few words and curled his raised hand around empty air.
The old man beside him suddenly began trembling violently. Then his body cracked apart bit by bit and disintegrated, flesh and blood scattering to reveal what was actually a paper effigy!
No one had expected it.
The elder who had always followed the hall master was actually nothing more than one of his paper effigies.
Some of the older Paper Effigy Makers were not particularly surprised.
They had heard years ago that this hall master had been persecuted by those closest to him in his youth. He had always distrusted the living, harboring an almost pathological resentment toward them.
Someone like that would never keep a normal living person at his side year after year.
Rustle!
The elder seemed to be cut open by invisible scissors. Paper scraps scattered across the ground, finally revealing a piece of Colored Paper wrapped inside its body.
It was blue, irregularly shaped, and palm-sized.
It looked like a scrap someone had left over.
Yet this piece of Colored Paper radiated an unimaginably powerful aura. It hovered in midair, flickering between seeming real and unreal, bright and dim, looking both eerie and mysterious.
With a swish.
The Colored Paper landed in Zhou Qian's hand.
Greed and excitement filled his eyes. He stared fixedly at the paper, trembling all over. It seemed to hold some important significance for him.
But he also understood.
If he did not use this final trump card tonight, he would have absolutely no chance of surviving!
"Colored Paper burns, crossing yin and yang, money to buy a life on the road to the Yellow Springs..."
He murmured under his breath.
The blue Colored Paper spontaneously ignited, producing an icy blue flame that