The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 7 The Woman Crying on the Roadside

To the north is a small road.

After walking another seven or eight miles along the path, we entered the mountain.

At the mountain pass, there is a village called Zhaojiatun.

Lu Qian lives there.

Yuanshen's identity was that of a member of Zhaojiatun Village, an outsider.

He carried the cage on his back, held an oil-paper umbrella, and turned north.

After walking another five or six miles, they came to a hill.

Thick dark clouds pressed down, and the sky darkened in an instant.

There was a loud thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

Lu Qian's broken oil-paper umbrella couldn't stop such heavy rain at all.

He put away the oil-paper umbrella, removed the cage on his back, put the umbrella in, and then covered the cage again with a rain cloth.

It's a lot of money to buy a new oil-paper umbrella, so don't be damaged by the heavy rain.

Then, Lu Qian picked up the cage again, put on only a bamboo hat, and continued on his way in the rain.

After a while, it was completely dark.

On this rainy day, I can't even light a torch.Lu Qian had no choice but to discredit and continue on his way.

After walking another two or three miles, a woman's cry suddenly came from the road ahead.

In the heavy rain, I couldn't hear clearly.

After walking a few steps forward, the sound of crying suddenly became clear.

On the slopes of the uninhabited wilderness, heavy rain poured down.

There is a woman, sitting here crying?
Would this be a normal woman?
At this moment, Lu Qian has been drenched in water.

He didn't want to be troublesome at first, but no matter what, the front was the only way he had to go home.

Didn't you read the almanac when you went out today? Why didn't you bump into a demon or meet a ghost?

Oh, it doesn't seem to be possible.

It was only because his abilities had grown that he accidentally discovered that Second Sister Wang was a demon today.

Hadn't seen a ghost before...or maybe it was just because he couldn't see.

Lu Qian suddenly realized that he was really lucky to be able to live in this world ignorantly for a month.

While thinking about it, Lu Qian touched the "little paper figurine" hidden in his sleeve, bit the bullet and continued to move forward.

Not far away, I vaguely saw a vague figure sitting on a big rock by the side of the road.

Almost at the same time, his mental power also sensed that there was a cold abnormality in that direction.

Well, at the level of mental power, the perception of mental power seems to be useless.

His current mental power perception range is about five feet.

Lu Qian looked at the figure carefully, it was probably a woman in white, sitting under the heavy rain, she seemed to be crying, and could hear the crying.

He just glanced at her, pretending he didn't see her, and continued walking, passing her without stopping.

The woman stopped crying, and looked up at Lu Qian in surprise.

This scene seemed to be a little bit different from what she expected.

The woman shouted: "Hello, son?"

Lu Qian pretended not to hear, but walked faster instead.

Seeing this, the woman in white immediately chased after him with all her might, and chased Lu Qian in one breath, blocking his way.

Lu Qian had no choice but to look her up and down, and asked, "Why?"

The woman's hair and clothes were already soaked by the rain, and they were tightly attached to her body, showing off her exquisite figure.

The tulle soaked by the rain is looming.

A delicate face was also washed whiter by the rain, and even the long eyelashes were wet.

Not surprisingly, she was beautiful.

The woman in white seemed to be choked by Lu Qian's cold question. She was taken aback for a moment, and then bowed gracefully, saying:

"Little girl, dare to ask the young master's name?"

Lu Qian said: "If you know it's presumptuous, don't ask."

After that, he turned to one side, bypassed her, and continued on his way.

The woman froze again, froze for a while, then caught up again, blocking Lu Qian's way for the second time.

Lu Qian finally frowned.

The woman in white said: "My lord, seeing the little girl alone and helpless in this wilderness, can't you feel any pity?"

The two stood facing each other, close at hand, but in Lu Qian's perception of spiritual power, he couldn't feel any warmth from her.

It was as if standing in front of him was not a living person, but a cold corpse.

Lu Qian asked, "Don't you feel uncomfortable being drenched in the rain?"

The woman was stunned for the third time, she seemed a little unable to keep up with Lu Qian's thinking rhythm.

Lu Qian asked again: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable..."

"It's hard for you to stop me from talking in the rain all the time? Let's go, there is a cabin in front, go there and take shelter from the rain."

"Oh……"

The woman in white finally shut up and followed Lu Qian forward.

At this moment, Lu Qian probably already understood what was in front of him.

Since you insist on entanglement, then I might as well let the little paper figurine have sex.

However, in this rainy field, it is difficult for him to take out the little paper doll.

Who knows if the little paper man is still useful if it is wet by the rain.

After walking not far, a small wooden house really appeared in front of him.

A very dilapidated cabin with no door, only a stone slab was used to block the door.

The house was empty except for some piled up weeds.

Fortunately, it can be used to shelter from the rain.

The space inside the wooden house is very small, only a few feet square, not even a foot.

Lu Qian wanted to light a fire to roast his clothes, but unfortunately the fire bag was already wet, and he couldn't use flint, so he had to give up.

The rain is so heavy, it will definitely not last long, so you might as well take shelter here first.

It was even darker in the wooden house, only a white shadow could be vaguely seen standing at the door.

The woman in white followed into the house and leaned towards Lu Qian.

Lu Qian took out the "Spirited Little Paper Figure" with one hand, and stopped her with the other hand: "Don't come over, men and women can't kiss each other, don't get too close to me."

"Oh……"

After hearing this, the woman stood near the door without moving.

Seeing her cute appearance, Lu Qian was a little surprised, and couldn't help becoming interested in her.

It just so happened that now that it wasn't raining, he was in a better mood, so he might as well listen to the story.

Lu Qian asked, "Tell me."

"say what?"

"..."

Lu Qian said: "Who are you, where did you come from, where did you go, and where did you meet the bandits?"

The woman in white let out a "huh" and said, "How do you know I ran into a bandit?"

Lu Qian: "..."

Isn't that what is said in the book? What else can you make up?

The woman in white said: "My name is Zuo Qiuling. I live in Huliu City. I went back to Moyan City to visit relatives. I passed by here. Unfortunately, I ran into bandits. All my followers were killed and all my money was looted. I was the only one who escaped." ..."

As the woman spoke, she seemed to think of the experience of the death again. She felt sad and cried again. She cried and said, "I am the only weak woman left here, without any external objects, and wandering here... "

……

Lu Qian felt that his slightest expectations were also in vain. It was really a story with nothing new.

A young lady who was born in a county town hundreds of miles away, went to visit her relatives in some kind of "Moyan City" that no one knew where, and she would pass by such a place where no shit.

The Wang Family Camp is located in a remote place, not on any official road at all.

Basically, if you go from any city to any city, you will not pass through here.

How could there be bandits in such a place where the birds don't shit?

Who do you let bandits rob?

Obviously, this Zuo Qiuling didn't make any background notes before making up the story.

Lu Qian felt that his intelligence was insulted.

Zuo Qiuling cried for a while, stopped crying, and asked: "I haven't asked for advice yet, what is your name?"

Lu Qian sighed and said, "Lu Qian."

"Lu Qian?"

Zuo Qiuling repeated a sentence, and said with some doubts: "This name, why does it feel familiar..."

Lu Qian rolled his eyes. He didn't want to listen to the clumsy story she made up now, so he interrupted her directly:
"My grandparents and grandchildren have lived here for three generations. They have never traveled far, let alone Huliucheng. If you want to build relationships, please go out and turn left."

Zuo Qiuling: "...".

At this time, there was a sudden "click", and a thunder flashed outside the cabin.

White lightning came in through the small door of the wooden house, and it was shining on Zuo Qiuling.

Her pale face had no trace of blood.Her expression seemed embarrassed, but more of annoyed.

A pair of big eyes stared at Lu Qian fiercely.

Originally, it was very dark in the hut, and she would not be able to see any expressions she made.But unexpectedly, the original shape was suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning.

Lu Qian was taken aback, and immediately picked up a little girl-style "soul-destroying little paper figure", pointed it at Zuo Qiuling, and shone a trace of spiritual power on her, and shouted: "Shut—— "

"Soul-destroying Little Paper Man" specializes in collecting ghosts.

According to the description of "Spirit-absorbing little paper man", as long as the ghost is not too powerful, he can be absorbed into the little paper man with a soft drink.

The female ghost in front of her didn't look like a powerful ghost.

However, after Lu Qian gave a light drink, there was no response at the scene.

This time, it was Lu Qian's turn to be stunned.

Too bad, the "paper-cutting" technique is actually unreliable?
"What did you say?"

Zuo Qiuling didn't seem to hear clearly, so she asked.

Cold sweat broke out on Lu Qian's forehead, he gathered his mental power again, and shone on Zuo Qiuling, locked her firmly with his mental power, lifted the villain and shouted:

"receive!"

At the same time as he shouted "receive", there was a sound of "cha", and a flame burst out.

Zuo Qiuling actually used a flint and steel to ignite a pile of hay.

(End of this chapter)