Infinite script kill

Chapter 74 Teach you something real (continue to explode...)
"Whoa~ It's finally done!"

Xu Tong raised his head and twisted his stiff neck, and turned his head to see that the sky outside was already bright, and the clouds in the distance were stained with a layer of blush under the sun.

Look at the time, it's only five o'clock in the morning, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear the sweeping sounds of those environmental aunts on the street.

It's been a busy night, but the hard work is still rewarding.

I saw in front of me, a fat little fat man standing in front of him obediently, with a chubby little head, a simple and honest smile on his face, a dome hat on his head, his hands bowing, a look of Gong Xi Fa Cai, It's really popular.

Pick it up and feel it, the weight is just right.

Fortunately, Master Song drew a sketch of the skeleton for him, otherwise it would not be easy to create it by himself.

Don't underestimate this paper figurine, it's not a piece of junk from a longevity material store.

This is made of slices of white paper, no bigger than a wonton wrapper, square and as thin as the wings of a cicada, with one layer of paper and one layer of pulp.

I had the blessing of [Paper Craftsman's Book], and it took a whole night to complete it.

and……

I saw Xu Tong casually picking up a stick about the thickness of a rolling pin beside him, stood up, and slammed down the little fat man's head.

"Bang!" The stick snapped in half.

Looking at the little fat man again, there was not even a mark left on his head.

"You get what you pay for."

Seeing this, Xu Tong let out a long sigh, and looked at the script score with only 320 points left in his prop book, and couldn't help but feel a pain in the flesh.

It turned out that in order to achieve the best effect, each piece of paper was pasted only after he had blessed it with the spirit technique.

Just this gadget, he just smashed himself almost [-] script points into it. If it can be smashed with a stick, he will send it directly to the crematorium.

After weighing the weight, I feel that there is still some leftovers, so I can equip it with another handy weapon.

It just so happens that I still have some silver foil papers that have successfully enchanted spirits in my hand, so it is no problem to make a weapon.

What?Why not use gold foil...

Because he has never succeeded in applying the spirit technique on gold foil, thinking about the script points wasted on it, it's all tears.

"I'll call you Fatty in the future, and a cheap name will make a living."

He patted Fatty's head, but he always felt that Fatty was missing something, but he couldn't tell the specifics.

I always feel that compared with the paper figurines in the old man's house, there are always some things that are different.

"Maybe my skills aren't enough."

Thinking of this, he immediately threw the little fat man into the item book, but he didn't expect that the item book even gave an evaluation attribute.

[Paper Fat Man] (Producer: Xu Tong)

A product of the combination of spiritism and papercraft books.

Item Passive: Enchanted Paper Armor

Enhanced armor with high physical resistance and certain resistance to water and fire damage.

(This item is a self-produced item. It is recommended to produce and sell it by yourself. It is not recommended to sell it. After all, it is a bit of a loss if you can't sell it.)
"Not bad!"

He didn't expect that the paper figurines he made had this attribute, which made him feel more comfortable.

"Hey... Those paper figurines in the old man's room are better than Fatty. I wonder if they have any special attributes?"

A bold idea sprouted in his mind.

But on second thought...let it go.

Just like the old man carefully cleaning the dust with a chicken feather blanket every day, I feel more intimate than my family, if I really mess up, I am afraid that I will have to expel myself from the teacher's door.

"Om..."

When he was thinking about the paper figurines in the old man's house, Song Lao had already opened the door and walked out with a urinal. When he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "Go wash your face, eat Order something, come back and have a good night’s sleep, and don’t always stay up late, hurt your body and your anger.”

"Okay, old man, let's go have a soup together!!"

He knew that Song Lao must go to drink soup every day, and it happened that he had been busy all night, and came back to sleep with a full stomach, not to mention how comfortable it was.

"Wait!"

Song Lao nodded and started brushing his teeth and grooming. A warm towel was wrung out and applied to his face. After a while, he began to scrub his face, so that the pores would naturally open and not be too irritated.

The sparse hair was combed over and over again by the old man. In fact, he was not only combing his hair, but also giving a massage to the scalp. It is said that this can effectively prevent and treat Alzheimer's disease.

Although he was old, the clothes on Song Lao's body looked a little old, but everything was neat and tidy, and there was always a smell of soap horns.

It is not as good as modern soaps with various scents, but this smell gives a kind and natural feeling to him.

So don't think those older people are sloppy.

Some people pay attention to some aspects, enough to dump you three streets.

The soup restaurants in City L usually open at 04:30 a.m., or even earlier, at [-]:[-].

As soon as you enter the door, you can see some old people sitting down and a bowl of soup for five yuan.

It's not that I can't afford expensive food, but it's unnecessary. I came here just to have a mouthful of soup.

That's all, I don't even need soda, I don't put pepper, I can drink it until seven o'clock in the morning.

"Old man Zhang, why do you come so early every time?"

Song Lao walked into the door with a cane, first glanced at the table on the left, and when he saw no one, he couldn't help frowning.

As soon as he turned his head, he glanced at the table on the right, and saw the old man with white hair sitting there, he smiled and said hello.

The old man just smiled and nodded without speaking, and continued to drink the soup from his bowl.

It was Song Lao who usually served the soup himself, but today he naturally didn't need to do it. Xu Tong had already brought the soup to him.

The milky white soup is covered with a layer of golden oil and a thick layer of parsley and chopped green onion. The appearance of it alone has already moved the index finger.

After soaking in the freshly baked shortbread, and taking a sip of the soup, I only felt that the soup was delicious and sweet, and I suddenly let out a long breath.

Xu Tong ate faster, and seeing that his pancakes were finished, Song Lao gave him his pancakes; "Let's eat together."

"Master, do you only drink soup?"

He glanced at Song Lao's bowl and found that in a blink of an eye, the soup had already gone down for most of the time, so he hurriedly stood up and prepared to refill the soup for him.

However, Song Lao stretched out his hand and covered the mouth of the soup: "No, after eating, let's go to a friend's house with me while the weather is cool."

"Oh!"

Song Lao seemed to be lacking in interest today, and Xu Tong didn't ask any more questions.

It was only [-]:[-] after the two of them finished their breakfast, but there were not many cars on the main road.

After all, it is City L, only a second-tier city. It is far from the feeling of a first-tier city that just dawns in the morning and can't wait for traffic jams.

The two walked along the pedestrian street into a small alley, turned left and right, walked for about five or six minutes, and saw Elder Song looking up at the dark door in front of him: "This is the house."

He stepped forward and knocked on the door, and seeing no response, he took a step back: "Kick away!"

"Um???"

Rao is Xu Tong was also taken aback by the old man's words, but when he saw the old man nodding at him, he didn't think much, he stepped up, only to hear a "bang" and the door was kicked open .

As soon as the door opened, a musty smell hit, and I saw an old man in the small courtyard, lying on a rocking chair with a fan in his hand.

The lights in the room were on, and the TV was on, but the person lying on it was not breathing.

Xu Tong stepped forward and touched it lightly. The corpse was already hard, obviously it was dead last night.

"Hey!"

Song Lao closed the courtyard door, walked to the corpse, saw that the old head was asleep, and then saw that there was a new bottle of white wine next to his table, what was it called Jiang Mibai, he couldn't help shaking his head: " I told you yesterday, don't drink this stuff, why don't you listen to the persuasion."

After he finished speaking, he took out a small yellowish bamboo tube from his clothes pocket, about two feet long and a little finger wide. When he opened it, he saw that there was actually some yellow incense inside.

"You are also prepared in the future. Although our business is a business of living people, it is also a friendship with dead people. In the future, you will always have something on your body, so you will always be prepared."

Song Lao took out three yellow incense sticks and did not forget to say.

"Isn't that what my master said??"

Xu Tong remembered what his master said in front of the grave.

Just as he was thinking about it, listening to Old Song's next words, he couldn't help but feel a shock.

"I'll teach you something real today."

I saw Song Lao took out a paper figurine from his pocket while he was talking. The paper figurine was almost exactly the same as the one the master took out at the grave at that time, both in appearance and style.

The paper man pinched at his fingertips, chanting a few rapping incantations in his mouth, Xu Tong stood by and listened carefully. Isn't this the same formula that Master taught him to find the grave and ask for the way?
But if you listen carefully, it's a little different. Unfortunately, the old man read it too fast, and he didn't understand it. He saw that the old man threw the paper figurine on the ground, and the paper figurine actually took the posture of kneeling and bowing.

"It's called a paper arch table."

Saying that, Song Lao put the three yellow incense sticks that he just took out, lit them, and inserted them into the paper figurine's arms.

Then he took out a stack of paper money with square holes and let Xu Tong sprinkle it around first.

It was strange to say that when the paper money was spilled, Xu Tong immediately noticed that the faint musty smell around him had dissipated.

"The spirit resides in the body, just like a candle burning with fire....Without the candle, the fire cannot travel alone in the void. Therefore, death is like a lamp extinguished, and all thoughts become ashes."

Song Lao turned back to see Xu Tong's blank face and didn't understand what he meant, so he said: "Go home, go to the second row of the bedside table on the left side of my room, there is a book "Xin Lun, Xingshen" written by Huantan of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It's okay to take a good look, I have made comments in it, if you don't understand it, just ask."

Seeing Lao Song's serious expression, Xu Tong nodded again and again, and said to himself, "As expected of my master, it was taught by my master. Sure enough, there is no way to escape the matter of reading."

While the two of them were talking, the three yellow incense sticks had already burned to the end, and the yellow incense stained the paper figurines on the ground and ignited the paper figurines with a bang.

It was at this time that Xu Tong discovered that the old man lying on the rocking chair had actually started to ooze black blood from his nose.

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