God-Level Paper-Crafting Technique, in Place--!

The woman didn't speak for some reason, but kept pointing behind them, indicating that something was chasing her.

"What's behind you? Don't be afraid, I'll protect you," Qiu Sheng thumped his chest loudly.

Wen Cai leaned over to help the woman steady herself, hoping to take the opportunity to have more contact with her. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of several wisps of gray mist drifting from the alleyway behind her, with the cold, menacing reflection of nail plates faintly visible within the mist.

He instantly shrank back, grabbing Qiu Sheng's sleeve and pulling himself backward, his voice trembling. "Qiu... Qiu Sheng! There's... there's a ghost!"

As soon as Wen Cai finished speaking, three "ghost soldiers" shrouded in black mist and wearing armor stepped out.

Qiu Sheng couldn't help but glance over when he heard this, and he saw that the "ghost soldier" at the front had no face showing under his helmet, only a dark shadow, and the big sword in his hand was glowing with a faint blue light.

Seeing this, Qiu Sheng had just mustered his courage, instantly deflated. However, considering the beautiful woman present, he still forced a smile and said, "What's the panic! Maybe they're from some opera troupe. Hey! You, you... who are you?! Dressed like that so late at night, don't you know you're going to scare people to death!"

The group of dark figures remained silent, simply floating forward with their knives raised. Upon seeing this, Qiu Sheng involuntarily took a half-step back.

Wen Cai, already frightened, pulled the woman and hid behind Qiu Sheng.

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exchanged a glance, and after confirming that they were not mistaken, they immediately grabbed the woman and ran towards the gate.

"Master, help! A ghost is coming!" ×2

After running into the yard, the two quickly closed the gate and held it shut.

"Wen Cai, hold on! I'm going to get Master!"

"Huh?!" Before Wen Cai could refuse, Qiu Sheng had already run far away.

Wen Cai clung tightly to the door, the clanging sound of armor plates scraping against each other growing louder and louder, making the door tremble slightly. As he strained, he shouted at Qiu Sheng's retreating back, "Hurry up!"

"Don't be afraid, they shouldn't be able to get in," Wen Cai reassured the woman beside him even in this critical moment.

"Master~"

"Master~ Where are you? There's a ghost! Help--!"

"Strange, he was just here a moment ago, where did he go? It doesn't make sense!" Qiu Sheng had searched everywhere, but still couldn't find Uncle Nine.

In desperation, he went to Lin Yu's room, only to find the door locked from the inside. He couldn't open it, and no one answered even after knocking for a long time.

"How is it? Where is Master?" Wen Cai had already pulled the woman into the house, but they didn't see Master.

"Master and junior brother are both gone. Where are they?"

The two questioned each other, but neither knew the answer. Qiu Sheng couldn't find a savior, Wen Cai, out of fear, simply pulled the woman inside to hide.

Upon hearing this, Wen Cai's breath caught in his throat again. Pointing to the door, he cried out in a panic, "They're still banging on the door! They almost broke through it! I couldn't hold them off, so I grabbed the girl and ran inside!"

"Oh no!" Seeing this, Qiu Sheng frantically grabbed a few magical artifacts and rushed to the gate.

When they arrived, they found that the gate had not been breached; in fact, it was intact, and there was no more movement outside.

But the needle on the compass in Qiu Sheng's hand was spinning rapidly.

"Have they left?" Wen Cai swallowed hard, inching forward, wanting to open the door to see if they were gone.

Before Wen Cai could even get close, a group of dark figures floated down from the wall, raising their broadswords high and slashing down from above.

"Wen Cai, watch out! Get out of the way!" Qiu Sheng shouted to Wen Cai as he saw this, and, not to be outdone, brandished his peach wood sword and charged forward.

Although Wen Cai was startled, his reaction was exceptionally quick. As soon as Qiu Sheng finished his warning, he had already jumped aside.

"Bang!" The three large swords also slashed down on the open ground where Wen Cai had just stood.

Qiu Sheng seized the opportunity and stabbed one of the ghosts hard with his peach wood sword, but it was blocked by the heavy armor.

The wooden sword in Qiu Sheng's hand deformed due to the immense force of piercing the armor and eventually broke.

The broken wooden sword fragments scattered all over the ground. He gripped the half-broken hilt, his face turning deathly pale.

The ghost soldier who was stabbed was not injured at all. On the contrary, he seemed to be completely enraged by the attack. Two scarlet spots flashed in his empty eye sockets. The heavy ghost blade, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, slashed horizontally towards Qiu Sheng's face.

"Xiao Yu, there's no need to go this far. That was a century-old peach wood sword!" Uncle Nine clenched his fists in heartache when he saw his beloved wooden sword shattered.

"Oh dear~ Master, you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. With your strength, you don't need that wooden sword anymore." Lin Yu scratched his nose. He didn't expect Qiu Sheng to be so stubborn and just poke at it.

The two were standing on the rooftop, watching the spectacle below.

Those three "ghost soldiers" were actually created by Lin Yu, and even the woman who resembled Yan Lingji was created by him.

He had previously learned the Paper-Crafting Technique crafting, and since mastering this skill, he had had many ideas, but he was unable to execute them due to a lack of skill. Now, he had finally succeeded.

The black mist that appeared when the Yin soldiers appeared was created by Lin Yu using the "Fog Conjuring" technique from the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Arts.

Those ghost soldiers were created by him using Paper-Crafting Technique and two minor supernatural abilities: "Assume Form" and "Finger Transformation."

"Assume Form" can change the form of a creature or object, such as transforming into a beast or a stone.

"Finger Transformation" refers to changing objects by touching them with one's fingers, such as turning stones into gold or objects into soldiers.

These elements combined give the impression of Scatter Beans to Form Soldiers.

God-Level Paper-Crafting Technique are ready!

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng became the test subjects, and Lin Yu couldn't help but chuckle wickedly at the thought.

When the knocking sounded, Uncle Nine had already sensed what was happening outside.

He thought it was some fool who dared to cause trouble at the mortuary, but then he heard Lin Yu's voice transmission in his mind.

After learning the whole story, Uncle Nine also went into hiding. Wen Cai Qiu Sheng had never suffered a loss since they became his disciples.

Even now that they're all adults, they're still immature, always causing trouble, always thinking that if they get into trouble, their master will be there for them. It's time to teach them a lesson.

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"Watch out--!" Wen Cai regained his footing when he turned around and saw Qiu Sheng in danger. He didn't even have time to feel scared. He grabbed a broken brick from the ground and smashed it at the ghost soldier's back.

With a muffled thud, the brick struck the armor, not even pausing the ghost soldier for a moment.

Qiu Sheng's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively leaned back. The ghost blade almost grazed the tip of his nose, severing a few strands of hair sticking up on his forehead.

He then used the momentum of leaning back to roll backward, rolling several meters before finally regaining his footing. At this point, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Qiu Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with a trembling heart, touched the few strands of hair that were missing from his forehead, and felt a wave of fear wash over him. He was just centimeters away from losing his head.