When Yang Jian walked out of the paper effigy shop again, three paper figures and a female corpse followed behind him. The price was six ghost coins.
Of his original forty, only thirty-four remained.
Ghost coins only dwindled with use, and there was no way to replenish them. Yang Jian was already wondering how he could gather a hundred coins to repay Sister Hong. After all, that debt could not be dodged—it was the price of four Kings' lives.
After returning to Ghost Street, Yang Jian found the black and white paper figures following behind him rather inconvenient. He simply sank them into the Ghost Lake, intending to take them out again after leaving this place.
He had bought the two paper figures because he thought he might need something to guard the door.
The two paper figures had looked quite good outside the paper effigy shop, so he had decided to spend some money and buy them back to test how useful they were. The discount just now had indeed been substantial, tempting enough to make him want them.
Besides, trying them out would not cost him much.
After sending off the two paper figures, Yang Jian noticed that black smoke had suddenly begun rising from the beautiful paper figure beside the female corpse. Then, a flame appeared on the paper figure.
Very quickly.
Flames surged up, and the paper figure was set ablaze.
"Hmm? What are you doing?" Yang Jian asked as he looked at the female corpse.
Paper figures did not catch fire for no reason. Clearly, the fire was connected to this female corpse.
The female corpse did not answer him. Instead, she walked straight toward the burning paper figure.
The paper figure burned fiercely, and the flames soon engulfed the female corpse.
Yang Jian suddenly