Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Master Qiu suddenly grabbed Shi Youcai by the collar and dragged him in front of him.

"what!"

Seeing the three flying swords piercing the night sky, Shi Youcai yelled in horror and closed his eyes, but the expected pain did not strike.

The three flying swords unexpectedly turned a corner temporarily and went around Master Qiu's back.

In desperation, the mage had no choice but to throw away Shi Youcai, took out a small skull from his pocket and crushed it again, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Su Mo.

It's just that before he threw out the ashes this time, he saw Su Mo raise his palm high.

That palm seemed to be moving slowly, but he couldn't make any evasive movements.

This is "God".

Use gods to control things, use gods to create methods, use gods to transform supernatural powers, and use gods to gather power to overwhelm people!

Snapped!

The crisp sound echoed in the night sky.

Master Qiu was slapped by Su Mo and spun around a dozen times in mid-air before falling to the ground hard.

The mana accumulated all over his body was directly drawn away.

"puff!"

He covered his swollen cheeks with one hand, and his chest with the other hand, spouting a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and his face was full of pain.

When mana is dispersed by external forces, it will run rampant in the internal organs.

It was also due to his fate, otherwise this slap could be directly fatal.

Shi Youcai sneaked back at this moment, as if he wanted to escape.

Su Mo just raised his hand, and the fallen leaves on the ground flew up automatically, forming a rope to tie him tightly, and then automatically flew in front of him.

"I have never seen what Ren Tingting said about bullying men and women."

Su Mo looked at Shi Youcai, and said softly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Shi Youcai said with hope when he heard this, "I am a good person! She actually misunderstood me before, master, I am really a good person!"

However, Su Mo smiled coldly: "But I saw that you are full of grievances. It seems that you have more than one grievance under your hands!"

Shi Youcai suddenly felt like a deflated ball, and his whole body froze.

Su Mo didn't intend to talk nonsense anymore, he raised his sword finger, and the real energy moved on the two of them, and then said softly: "Yin!"

Transparent shadows appeared under the moonlight.

They are the souls of Master Qiu and Shi Youcai respectively.

The two who had lost their souls and souls sat on the ground in a daze, with smirks all over their faces, obviously they had become lunatics.

Su Mo, holding these two souls, quickly flew towards Renjia Town.

When passing a pigsty, he moved his fingers lightly.

The souls and souls of the two people fell into the bodies of the two pigs respectively.

From then on, these two people became completely fools until they died and entered the underworld, where they were judged according to the sins they had committed.

When they returned to the courtyard, it was only half a cup of tea time had passed, and the courtyard had just been tidied up and the banquet resumed.

Su Mo didn't say a word about Master Qiu, but simply blessed him.

Abao was drunk at night, and was supported by Zhu Zhu before walking into the bridal chamber with difficulty.

After the wedding banquet, the two walked down the dark street holding hands.

Ren Tingting looked up at the moon, and suddenly said: "Su Mo, you...will you marry me in the future?"

She opened her beautiful eyes wide, with an inexplicable brilliance shining in her eyes.

Su Mo looked directly into her fiery eyes, nodded, and said seriously: "Yes!"

After hearing the answer she was satisfied with, Ren Tingting's face instantly burst into a bright smile, and even her walking pace couldn't help being a little cheerful.

Not long after, the gate of the Ren Mansion was within sight.

"Go in." Su Mo said softly: "Rest early, I won't learn spells tonight."

"Ah."

Ren Tingting nodded, put a light touch on Su Mo's mouth, and then turned her head into Ren's mansion.

This has almost become a routine when they parted.

Feeling the aroma echoing in his nostrils, Su Mo shook his head and smiled, and walked towards his funeral shop.

Lights were on in the house.

Wen Cai pouted and rummaged through the cabinet.

Su Mo walked over: "What are you looking for?"

"Uncle?" Wencai turned around quickly: "Aren't you staying in Ren's mansion tonight?"

"This has something to do with you?" Su Mo glanced at him and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Oh."

Wen Cai didn't ask any more questions, but scratched his head and asked, "Well, uncle, my master asked me to come over and ask, do you have any extra ghost paper here?"

The ghost paper is not something that can be printed by anyone.

Su Mo did not immediately respond to his words, but looked up at the bright moon outside the window: "Today is July [-]th..."

July is the ghost month, and July [-]th is the ghost festival, and it is also a day when the gates of ghosts are wide open.

Those ghosts who have not yet been reincarnated will be escorted up by ghost messengers to receive the alms from the world on this night.

Those relatives whose ghosts still live in the world will choose to burn clothes, paper figurines, paper money and other things on this day, so that the ghosts can take them back to the underworld to enjoy.

Similarly, as long as the things burned on this day are effective, they can directly reach the underworld.

As Sikong of the Money Printing Division, one of the Eight Divisions of the Underworld, Uncle Jiu is mainly responsible for printing Ming coins and throwing them into the underworld for use by the Underworld.

No wonder Uncle Nine basically stayed out of the gate these days, even Qiusheng and Wencai didn't go out, and Abao didn't come to the wedding banquet, just sent a congratulatory gift.

It turned out that they were all hiding in Yizhuang, busy printing coins!

After successfully proposing a marriage, Abao officially left Uncle Jiu's family, and took the money Ren Tingting gave him to open a porridge shop in the town.

"Uncle Master?"

Following Wen Cai's soft call, Su Mo came back to his senses, and said, "The ghost papers are all stored in the utility room in the backyard, and I don't need them here, so you might as well move them all to my senior brother's. "

"Hey, good!".

Chapter 269

With the coming of the Ghost Festival, Su Mo's paper figurine store, which had been idle for a long time, became lively.

It was all because of Su Mohuo's reputation as an immortal, so his paper figurines were especially popular, so that people from the surrounding villages and towns rushed to Renjia Town just to buy the paper figurines here.

This also made Su Mo, who likes to be quiet, a little helpless. Fortunately, Ren Tingting knew his temperament and sent someone to take care of it, and Su Mo only needed to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

As for the paper man, that is even easier.

He only needs to hold a stack of thick white paper, and with a wave of his hand, countless paper figurines will emerge.

After all, I have lived here for a year, and they all belong to fellow villagers, so it is really hard to refuse.

So until the evening, when the store was completely quiet, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief, quickly closed the store door, and walked towards Yizhuang.

Inside the Yizhuang, Uncle Jiu was also sweating from his busy schedule.

Qiu Sheng printed paper money next to it, and then cut it neatly with a ruler.

He looked at the Ming coin in his hand and sighed: "5000 taels! Give me a fortune!"

Uncle Jiu was holding a teacup to moisten his throat. Hearing this, he looked at him and said, "Then take it all, you don't need to be polite to me."

Qiu Sheng was choked by his words for a long time and could not make a sound.

Su Mo happened to walk in from the door at this moment, and Qiu Sheng seemed to have found a savior, and hurriedly said, "Oh, uncle, your old man is finally here!"

"I'm the youngest?" Su Mo walked straight into the room and sat down.

"That's not what I meant." Qiu Sheng shook his sore hands, "Please help me, my hands have been working non-stop for a few days, and they are almost useless!"

Su Mo put down his teacup, picked up a stack of white paper and shook it.

Dozens of paper figurines appeared in the room, replaced Qiu Sheng's tools, and began to work quickly, and the ghost paper cut out by the paper figurines was much neater than Qiu Sheng's.

Looking at these paper figurines who would never know how tired they were, Qiu Sheng patted his thigh and regretted, "If I had known, I would have gone directly to my uncle a few days ago! Oh, I'm such a fool, I've been tired for so many days in vain!"

"You are lazy." Uncle Jiu snorted coldly, sat back in the seat, and picked up the ink pen again: "If you can spend half of these small thoughts on cultivation, why can't you still not be able to accept the talisman after following me for ten years?" ?”

"Forehead......"

Qiu Sheng was a little embarrassed, and leaned closer to watch his master write and draw on the ghost paper.

Uncle Jiu paused and glanced at him: "What are you doing here? Do you really think you're okay?"

"Hurry up and get 49 samples from Qiqi. When I finish writing this notice, let's burn it to the following."

"Just let the paper figurine go." Qiu Sheng waved his hand.

"Huh?" Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes.

"I'll go, I'll go right away!" Qiu Sheng sneered, and hurriedly ran into the distance.

"That stinky boy!"

Uncle Jiu lowered his head, and whispered in his mouth as he wrote: "The signature of the authorized chief sealer is hereby used to verify the forgery. If there is any forgery, you will be thrown into the eighteenth hell and will never be reborn!" As a warning, to imitate others. Yang Jian was ordered to undertake the seal, Lin Jiu..."

But Qiu Sheng suddenly turned around and rushed over, staring at the ghost paper, exclaimed: "Oh, so Master's real name is Lin Fengjiao! It sounds so sweet, Gillian? Gillian..."

Seeing Qiu Sheng's vile look, Su Mo couldn't help shaking his head.

As the saying goes, if you don't die, you won't die!

Qiusheng and Wencai are two people who don't have the ability to do things, but they have a very strong ability to kill.

Can Uncle Jiu's real name be called casually?

The name Lin Fengjiao was always a taboo for Uncle Jiu. Even his fellow apprentices in Maoshan back then called him Lin Jiu and did not dare to call him by his real name.

Uncle Jiu slapped him on the head.

Qiu Sheng had kung fu in his body, so he dodged nimbly and jumped downstairs.

Uncle Jiu threw down a wooden stick. When Qiu Sheng landed on the ground, he just stepped on the wooden stick and fell to the ground in an instant.

"You think it's fun, don't you?" Uncle Jiu lay on the railing, staring at him viciously: "I warn you, if anyone knows this name, you will die!"

"Ah?" Qiu Sheng rubbed his lower back: "Then Master..."

"How dare you say that!" Uncle Jiu scolded, looking around downstairs: "I haven't seen Wen Cai all night, where did this brat go?"

"Oh."

Qiu Sheng quickly responded: "He knows he is short, so he went to the stage to reserve a seat in advance."

"A seat?"

Su Mo also walked to the railing at this moment: "Today's play is sung for ghosts. I guess there is no one alive there except for the singer. What position will he occupy?"

"Hey, you brat, when will you let me save some time!"

.........

The theater troupe in the town.

A few opera singers on the stage were performing with all their might, while Wen Cai was standing alone below the stage, holding a sugarcane in his hand, watching with great interest.

He looked around and muttered, "There's no one there? If I knew it, I wouldn't have used it to occupy a seat so early."

In the distance, a cloth curtain was suddenly slightly lifted.

Qiu Sheng looked outside, pursed his lips: "Singing to ghosts, I don't even see any ghosts."