What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

"unlucky."

Song Shi secretly cursed in his mind. It would have been very difficult for him to kill these guys by himself. But at the Nascent Soul level, he had almost no chance. They could just take turns to recover their mana.

If the fight continues for too long, who can see what means he has to maintain his condition.

"Qing Yan, even Hong Luo is dead, do you really think we are here to deal with an ordinary character?"

Lu Bingxuan was not too angry and fully expressed Song Shi's threat in one sentence.

"What!"

A green Hokage in the distance exclaimed, "Hong Luo, this woman's life-saving skills are the best among our four guardians. Are you kidding me?"

"You'll know when you come here."

Lu Bingxuan was too lazy to explain. Once this guy started fighting the old ghost in blood, he would understand his difficulty.

"Then I am a little interested."

Cyan eyes fell on Song Shi, and his gaze seemed to be warm.

"The elder under your command was just killed by him."

Lu Bingxuan added that he wanted to stimulate Qing Yan to attack the old ghost in blood, and he was secretly looking for opportunities and loopholes.

This old man in blood must be killed!

"I won't play with you anymore."

Song Shi realized that he would be trapped if he fought, and Ragnarok had not yet cooled down, so he immediately turned around and left.

"Floating Fire Spirit Arrow!"

Qing Yan shouted, Song Shi noticed a ray of light flying towards him.

The speed of this light was incredibly fast. Although it could not compare with the speed of light, it was difficult for him to avoid it.

"Another arrow?"

Song Shi was surprised. His heart felt hot, and before he could feel any pain, his heart was actually pierced, and the hot blue flames melted a big hole in his chest.

He turned around with difficulty, and a tall and tall middle-aged man with tied hair and a long bow appeared in front of him.

"Good arrow!"

Song Shi commented that the arrow was really crisp and he was very satisfied with the kill.

Qing Yan didn't see the expected look of fear, and looked surprised: "There's something really wrong. Why can he be so calm?"

"You two, I'll kill you later, clean up and wait."

Song Shi grinned, and his figure dispersed out of thin air and disappeared.

This time, he didn't appear next to anyone.

Luke and the others, who were already on guard, were nervous for a moment, but they didn't wait until the old ghost in blood-clothed clothes appeared and made a sneak attack, and they looked at each other in confusion.

"Where are the others?"

"Is it possible that you escaped?"

"That's awesome, isn't it? You can still sneak away in front of two Nascent Soul True Monarchs?"

Qing Yan looked at Lu Bingxuan: "What's going on? He can escape your and my perception in an instant?"

"I didn't see it through either."

Lu Bingxuan sighed, "Before you attack his vitals, I have tried several times, and every time it seems that you can kill him, but I don't know if you hit the substitute or if he really can't die..."

"There are also weirdos like this..."

Qing Yan was astonished and became curious: "If you have the chance, you should seize it and study it carefully."

"The problem is that it's not easy to catch."

Lu Bingxuan had a headache and couldn't help but think of the mysterious golden light emerging from the old ghost in blood, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

He yearned for that power very much.

In Jinxiu City, there is an ancient well in the backyard of Song Mansion. It is already autumn and winter. The water in the well has dried up, and only the bottom still has water.

Suddenly, a person appeared out of thin air in the middle of the ancient well.

"Back home again!"

Song Shi muttered, in order to escape the pursuit of the two Nascent Souls, he simply chose an alternative resurrection point.

Patting his waist, he took out a silver-white snake scale as big as a millstone.

This thing has no spirituality, but the material is extremely tough. It has been collided head-on with the golden gun several times without any damage.

"Spirit Weapon-level materials, if you find some materials of the same level and refine them for a few times, you have a good chance of becoming a Spirit Weapon. Unfortunately, it is a defensive Law Treasure. What use is it to me?"

Song Shi shook his head, looking disgusted.

"Sell it for money!"

He hummed. Although he failed to kill Lu Bingxuan this time, he got a piece of Spirit Weapon material from the other party. The harvest was not small.

The most important thing is to kill the enemy, the old woman!

Thinking of this, the trophy obtained from killing the old woman appeared in his hand.

An emerald green ancient hairpin, engraved with delicate patterns, shaped like a phoenix, it should not be made from red rosary.

All that was left was a storage ring. Song Shi broke through the restriction and took out a pile of special red paper. Part of the red paper had been cut but was not finished.

A pair of Law Treasure level scissors and a few carving knives should be used to cut and carve paper figurines, while a few special talisman pens and a few jars of spiritual liquid should be the tools for making paper figurines.

When Song Shi saw this, he found a few jade slips and a tattered classic among the debris. There was a word "paper canon" in the classic. After opening it, it turned out that there were various ways to make paper figurines.

He had mastered some talisman techniques, and it was not difficult to look at this thing. He found that the paper man was almost the same as the talisman.

The difference is that the paper man contains more and more complex runes. It is a bit like Law Treasure, which can be integrated into thoughts and even souls. It is also quite like a puppet, but does not have the solid body of a puppet.

The advantage of this thing is that the production cost is much lower than Law Treasure and puppets, a little higher than Talisman, and it can carry multiple runes.

"Interesting, the person who started this must be a craftsman."

Song Shi was astonished that he combined the folk art of paper figurines with talismans into a special weapon, which ordinary people could not imagine.

Continuing to look back, he saw this sentence.

All things have animism, and cutting paper can turn into weapons.

"What a loud tone. Is this as good as spreading the beans and forming an army?"

Song Shi smiled, and then he found a way for the old woman to use paper figures to avoid attacks.

Displacement!

It is not a paper clone, but a rune similar to a moving talisman is engraved on the paper man's body, achieving the effect of turning the paper man into a stand-in.

He looked at it for a long time and finished browsing the relevant content before sorting out the rest.

Hong Luo's paper-cut inheritance and hairpin Spirit Weapon are the most valuable, and the rest are some conventional resources.

There are quite a few spiritual stones, tens of thousands, and several bottles of elixirs. The rest is just a mess of materials, such as mirrors, shoes, clothes, makeup, identity tokens and the like.

He found a bottle of Face Preservation Pill in the elixir, and Song Shi suddenly realized: "No wonder the old woman looks so tender. Taking this elixir can lock in the appearance."

Song Shi opened it, and there were actually a few pills inside. He poured it out and ate one. A special medicinal power blended into his skin and seemed to freeze it.

Song Shi touched her face and felt that nothing had changed. She continued tinkering and found several exquisite Law Weapon-level clothes, and even a Law Treasure dress.

"Women are particular."

Song Shi finished packing her things, patted her Universe Bag, and walked out of the ancient well.

The expected dilapidated scenery did not appear. The manor that I saw this time had actually been tidied up. There was no cobwebs in the sky, dust on the ground, or overgrown weeds.

"Hey, is there anyone living here again?"

Song Shi's curiosity fell on the bluestone floor. As soon as his thoughts swept away, he found that the entire manor had been completely renewed, and there were living people walking around and cleaning it.

He frowned slightly: "Who doesn't think it's unlucky to live here?"