The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 48
The moon has set.

The morning star of the East began to shine brightly.

The raging bonfire will also burn out.

Without any tools at hand, Lu Qian had no choice but to use sticks and stones to dig a shallow pit at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Qian looked around, and saw that the environment here was not bad with mountains and rivers nearby.

"Master..."

Seeing Dongfang showing a fishy belly, Zuo Qiuling called Lu Qian lightly, her face a little nervous.

From now on, she can only be a bride at night, and she cannot reappear during the day.

Lu Qian came over, put his hands on Zuo Qiuling's shoulders, looked directly at her face, and said, "Don't think too much, everything will be fine."

"Ah."

"See you tonight."

Hearing Lu Qian's words, Zuo Qiuling suddenly raised her head, looked at Lu Qian, muttered for a while, and finally asked, "Sir, you last night..."

Lu Qian looked at her quietly for a while, and then said two words: "I didn't kill you last night.

Things will work out. "

Zuo Qiuling looked at Lu Qian, nodded, and said, "Yes."

Lu Qian grabbed Zuo Qiuling's shoulder with both hands and lifted it up.

A "big living person" suddenly turned into a paper-cut figure.

Looking at the weird scene in front of him, Lu Qian was a little lost.

This is the paper bride?
This is paper cutting?
After a while, Lu Qian folded her up and put her in his arms.

Through the clothes, Lu Qian subconsciously touched the paper bride in his chest, and he still couldn't get rid of that weird feeling in his heart.

Lu Qian felt that there was something wrong with this world.

What is wrong is not only this world.

Thinking of the weird scene last night, Lu Qian felt that something was wrong with him.

The problem... Where is it?
Is his body being controlled?
Or...his subconscious...

With the appearance of the paper bride, Lu Qian felt that his paper-cutting skills were becoming more and more evil.

……

……

The campfire is cold.

From the cold bonfire, Lu Qian carefully picked up Zuo Qiuling's bones and buried them.

The night has faded, and the morning light has appeared.

All around a gray color.

On the gray mountain road, an old man riding a donkey appeared at some unknown time and walked behind Lu Qian.

The old man stopped the donkey, sat on the donkey, and looked at Lu Qian silently.

After watching for a while, he suddenly asked, "Young man, what are you doing?"

Lu Qian clapped his hands, dusted off the dirt on his body, and looked back at the old man.

The old man was short in stature, with white beard and hair, and he looked about 70 years old. His whole body was skinny, and his whole body probably didn't weigh more than [-] jin.

And the donkey under his crotch was also emaciated.

However, the spirit of this old man looks very good, and his body is quite tough.

Lu Qian cupped his hands and said, "Bury an old friend."

The old man nodded, without speaking, jumped off the donkey and walked to the wooden house beside him.

Seeing this, Lu Qian's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Old man, what are you doing here so early?"

The old man walked to the door of the wooden house, his eyes were staring at the Shentu Yulei on the wooden door.

When he heard Lu Qian's question, his face suddenly showed bitterness, and he sighed: "Oh, I'm an old bone, and I have to come to collect the goods early in the morning."

"Receipt?"

Lu Qian suddenly thought of those straw men standing in the house.

The old man complained, shook his head, then turned around, opened the wooden door, and walked in.

Lu Qian stepped forward, first put away the Shentu Yulei pasted on the door, and then looked into the room.

The door of the room was not closed, but the room was very dark, and only some figures could be vaguely seen.

After the old man entered the house, he really ran towards the last straw men.

When he came to the first last straw man, he stretched out his withered hands and went to take off his clothes.

He stripped off the man's clothes, then bent down, grabbed the man's leg with one hand, and suddenly lifted it upside down.

The old man's height just reached the last straw man's chest, even if he was lifted upside down by his legs, his head was dragged to the ground.

He was muttering, and he didn't know what he was complaining about.While complaining, he put his other hand into the last straw man's mouth and picked it up.

Naturally, only straw can be taken out of the last straw man's mouth.

He dug the straw for a while, then shook the last straw man, and continued digging.

As he pulled out more and more straw, the last straw man's body became flatter and flatter.

In the end, when he completely removed the straw from the last straw man's body, only two skins remained of this "person".

The old man spread the last grass man's skin on the ground, then squatted down, and rolled up the skin like a cloth.

After finishing one roll, he put the rolled human skin on the ground, stood up, and walked to the next last straw man.

It seemed that he was going to hollow out these last straw men, roll them up and take them away.

This is his "goods".

When the old man entered the door, he had faced Shen Tu Yulei face to face, but the two door gods did not respond at all.

From the looks of it, this old man should not be a demon or a ghost.

But... he doesn't look like a normal person anyway.

Lu Qian struggled for a while, and finally covered his eyes with mental power, and looked at the old man.

Under the cover of mental power, the old man in his eyes has not changed.

However, there was a faint, pale yellow light around his body.

If he is a demon, his body should emit a blue light.

But Lu Qian didn't know what this light yellow light represented.

However, in any case, the old man is not a normal human being, there is no doubt about it.

"Young man, it's not good to watch people secretly from behind."

Lu Qian was slightly startled, he actually noticed his spiritual power watching.

He hastily withdrew the mental power covering his eyes, and then apologized: "I'm sorry, it was the brat who was abrupt, old man, please don't take offense."

The old man smiled "hehe" and said, "No, no, I'm an old man buried in the ground, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, he slowly turned around and looked at Lu Qian, with a treacherous smile on his thin face.

Just when Lu Qian was puzzled, the old man pointed at a straw man and said, "However, you broke these two items, right?"

What he pointed at were the two last straw men whose stomachs were cut open by Lu Qian last night.

Lu Qian didn't understand his intentions, so he didn't answer directly, but said, "Old man, what do you mean?"

Hearing this, the old man turned his face hard and said displeasedly: "If you damage someone else's property, you will naturally have to pay for it."

"Uh... Then you see, how do you pay for it?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said: "I think you are very polite, and I don't make things difficult for you, just let it be a tael of silver for you."

……

Lu Qian only had three taels of silver on him.

This is the one he just arrived in Zhujiade, and it hasn't been warmed up yet.

Lu Qian looked at the old man, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

Seeing Lu Qian's gaze, the old man's face suddenly changed.He said, "Young man, it's not worth working hard for a little money..."

Lu Qian suddenly discovered that when the old man said this, a faint yellow light radiated from his body.

The warm light shone into his eyes, and seemed to shine into his heart.

Lu Qian's heart immediately calmed down under the light yellow light.

Ok?
Lu Qian was startled when he noticed the change in his inner emotions, and when he opened his eyes to look at him again, he found that there was no light on this old man, he was just an ordinary thin old man.

Lu Qian blinked, the scene just now, could it be his hallucination?
The old man looked at Lu Qian and said with a smile, "Young man, my asking price is very fair, and I definitely didn't cheat you."

Lu Qian looked at the skinny little old man, resisted the urge to smack his face with his palm, took out the two small pieces of silver that hadn't been warmed up, and handed them to him with both hands.

The old man weighed the silver in his hand, and immediately smiled, so that his shining eyes narrowed into a line.

"Not bad, you young man, very good."

While talking, he took out a small black pocket from his pocket that hadn't been washed for many years, put the two small pieces of silver he had just collected into the pocket, and then treasured the pocket Pocket into the bosom.

"Hey, young man, don't just stand there, give me a hand..."

As soon as the old man finished collecting the money, he called Lu Qian over to work.

Lu Qian hummed in his heart, and immediately rushed up, saying, "Okay. Old man, how do we calculate our wages?"

When the old man heard this, his face turned into that of a donkey. He grabbed Lu Qian's hand, pushed him back, and said angrily:
"What's the matter, what's the matter, you need to be paid for some work? I still think you are a good guy, go and go, go and go."

Lu Qian retreated immediately.

The old man started working alone again, muttering to himself while doing it: "Young people nowadays don't know how to respect the elderly anymore. Alas, the world is going downhill..."

Lu Qian exited the house, turned his head and left immediately, and walked a hundred or so feet away. He didn't stop until the wooden house disappeared from sight, took out a paper spirit of a galloping horse, and threw it on the ground.

After the paper-cut of a running horse fell to the ground, its body grew up immediately and turned into a real tall horse.

Lu Qian got on his horse and immediately went straight to Wang's camp.

Riding a horse was indeed much faster than walking. After a while, Lu Qian came to the outside of Wangjiaying Village.

He looked around and saw that there was no one there, and immediately got off his horse, put the galloping horse away, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the village at a leisurely pace.

(End of this chapter)