Reborn as a dog, and was bled by Wencai at the beginning

Chapter 139 The Last Words of the Paper Ghost and the Bloody Paper Man
"Fellow Daoist, I would like to ask you to help me to save the dead souls of the villagers inside the paper figurine so that they can reincarnate with peace of mind," said the paper ghost.

"No problem, just leave it to me." Uncle Jiu nodded.

Saving dead souls was originally his specialty.

"Ahem!" The paper ghost coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his complexion became even worse.

It seemed that he was going to die at any moment.

The paper ghost took out a book from his pocket and put it in Uncle Jiu's hand.

He said: "Fellow Daoist, this is the paper-making technique I practiced. I thought about marrying a wife, having a son, and passing on the mantle."

"However, this thing, after cultivation, becomes a human being, a ghost and a ghost. Harming others and oneself is detrimental to morality."

"I then entrusted this sorcery to the Daoist priest. Whether it is destroyed or otherwise, I will follow the fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist, this is you." Uncle Jiu sighed when he saw the paper-tying technique in his hand.

This kind of technique is heresy, but after practice, the strength will be astonishing.

If you have enough ability, you can cut out hundreds of paper figurines, and when you meet monsters, throw them out and kill them all.

However, it is too depleted of energy and blood, short-lived.

This paper ghost is a good example.

With his own strength, he blocked the ghost general-level gluttonous ghost king.

Anyway, Uncle Jiu didn't like this paper piercing technique.

After all, he is an orthodox disciple of Maoshan, and he can practice all kinds of secret arts.

So, how could Uncle Jiu be able to see this paper piercing technique that consumes energy, blood and life span?

As for destroying it, no, Jiushu will definitely take it back to Maoshan and fill it into the Maoshan secret storehouse.

"Fellow Daoist Xiaohei, I have something to ask, is it possible?" The paper ghost looked at Wang Xiaohei who was at the side again.

"Wang~~ Tell me." Wang Xiaohei also looked at the paper ghost.

"Ahem!" The paper ghost coughed twice, and tremblingly took off the little paper figurine pasted on his chest.

At this moment, only the upper body of the blood paper man remains.

As soon as it was taken down, the blood paper figurine jumped up and down, circling around Wang Xiaohei's head.

"It seems that it likes you very much. It is connected with my life. After I die, he will be free. If no one controls it, he will definitely cause harm to the world."

"Generally, after the death of the previous generation, the paper figurines whose lives are connected will be passed down. I am the gluttonous ghost king who repelled with my master's paper figurines."

"I am alone and have no descendants."

"Little fellow daoist, I don't know if you would like to raise it, but it is very easy to feed. You have enough spiritual blood and energy, so feeding it once a week is enough," said the paper ghost.

Wang Xiaohei froze for a moment when he heard this.

What the hell?Ask him to raise a paper man?
Is there still such an operation?

However, it seems like, yes!

"Wang~~ yes." Wang Xiaohei nodded immediately.

A smile appeared on the paper ghost's face, and then, with a wave of his hand, the half-length little paper man flew back into his hand.

When Uncle Jiu saw this scene, he remained silent, although he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

However, Uncle Jiu believes that Wang Xiaohei has his own judgment.

"I have already broken the connection with the paper man. Now you can drop a drop of blood to establish contact with him, and then it will obey your orders." The paper ghost said.

Wang Xiaohei nodded, made a cut, squeezed out a drop of blood and sank into the paper figurine.

Immediately, a bloody rune appeared and then disappeared.

Wang Xiaohei immediately felt that he had a connection with this little paper figurine.

"Wang~~ come here." Wang Xiaohei called out.

The blood paper man actually understood, and floated over from the paper ghost's hand, and landed on Wang Xiaohei's paw.

"He was injured and was torn in half by the Gluttonous Ghost King. His strength has been greatly reduced. I also have no ability to cut his lower body."

"However, with the support of your spiritual blood, his strength can also recover, and even become stronger." The paper ghost said.

Wang Xiaohei nodded, and then pressed the paper man on his chest.

After he let go, the paper figurine was also tightly attached to his chest.

The paper figurine is attached to Wang Xiaohei's body, sucking Wang Xiaohei's blood all the time.

However, the amount of smoking is very small, which can be ignored for Wang Xiaohei.

He now only needs to bled it once a week to drink.

But, he has strong hematopoietic ability, so once a day is not bad.

Afterwards, Wang Xiaohei controlled the hair growth and completely covered the paper figurine. As long as the paper figurine was not allowed to come out, no one would be able to spot it.

"Fellow Daoist, please save them." The paper ghost said.

"Yes." Uncle Jiu nodded.

There was no shortage of things in the ancestral hall, so Uncle Jiu quickly set up a Dharma altar.

Afterwards, it took a quarter of an hour to perform a ceremony and send all these souls to the underworld.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Paper Ghost, I've already said hello to the people below, and I'll take good care of them," said Uncle Jiu.

"Fellow Daoist really deserves to be the authentic sect of Maoshan Mountain, and you still have something to do with it down there. Then when I go down, you have to let them take good care of me."

The paper ghost said with a smile.

"Definitely." Uncle Jiu nodded.

"By the way, fellow daoist, can you take me home, I want to sleep at home. I'm too tired these days." The paper ghost said.

"Well, I'll carry you." Uncle Jiu squatted down and slowly carried the paper ghost on his back.

Afterwards, Uncle Jiu walked out of the ancestral hall.

He didn't know where the paper ghost's home was, so he asked, "Fellow Daoist, where is your home?"

"Daoist friend? Daoist friend?"

The paper ghost didn't reply because he was already dead.

"Grandpa Paper." At this moment, in the distance, a little girl ran over.

"Little girl, your paper grandpa is asleep, don't wake him up." Uncle Jiu said.

"Oh, I see." The little girl nodded repeatedly.

"Little girl, do you know where his home is? He wants to go home and sleep." Uncle Jiu asked.

"I know, I'll take you there." After the little girl finished speaking, she jumped up and down and led the way.

Not long after, they came to the home of the paper ghost.

"Little girl, it's late, you should go home and rest soon," said Uncle Jiu.

"Well, uncle, I'll be home right away. Also, my parents have packed a room for you. It's the one we just passed by. You can go to sleep there at night."

After the little girl finished speaking, she quickly ran towards her home.

After watching the little girl leave, Uncle Jiu pushed open the gate and entered the yard.

Then, walked into the house.

There are many paper figurines in the room, and at first glance, they are quite intrusive.

However, Uncle Jiu also saw a lot of these things, and after entering the room, he put the paper ghost on the bed.

"Good journey, Friends Paper Daoist." Uncle Jiu saluted the paper ghost.

Then he left here with Wang Xiaohei.

They did not go to the house that had been cleaned up, but under the leadership of Wang Xiaohei, they found the white horse on a grass field three miles away from the village.

The white horse did not die. When the ancestral hall collapsed, the pillars also fell. Although the white horse was frightened, it was not injured.

The white horse also ran out because of this, and finally ate some grass here, and rested on the ground.

Uncle Jiu still needs to rely on the white horse to travel, so he can't lose it.

When the white horse saw Wang Xiaohei and Uncle Jiu coming, he got up and wanted to run, but Wang Xiaohei yelled, and the guy didn't dare to run away, and walked over obediently.

In the end, Uncle Jiu rode back to the village.

Finally, they came to the house, and the white horse was tied directly to the yard.

Uncle Jiu didn't wash up, he just lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Wang Xiaohei was also affected today. After all, fighting the gluttonous ghost king also consumed a lot of his energy.

Lying on the bed, within a few seconds, he fell asleep.

……

There was nothing to say all night, and soon came the second day.

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

There was a sound of wailing and crying outside the house.

Wang Xiaohei turned over and continued to sleep.

Uncle Jiu woke up. He walked out the door, looked outside, and found that many villagers were surrounded by the paper ghost's house.

Uncle Jiu is still a little sleepy now, but after thinking about it, he still walked over there.

The paper ghost died, and he still had to perform a ceremony for the paper ghost.

After the ceremony is finished, we can have breakfast again, and then we can continue our journey with Xiao Hei.

……

"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, wake up, get up and have breakfast."

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xiaohei was shaken awake.

"Xiao Hei, are you awake? Are you hungry? Get up and eat soon. The village has prepared a lot of food for us." Uncle Jiu said.

"Eat?" Wang Xiaohei suddenly woke up.

Not long after, Wang Xiaohei and Uncle Jiu came to the home of the paper ghost.

The home of the paper ghost has now become a mourning hall.

The paper ghost is now lying in that coffin.

Uncle Nine has also finished the ritual, and just waits for the burial.

In the courtyard of the paper ghost, five tables were set up, all of which were filled with food.

All the villagers are here, and they are all sad, and none of them are smiling.

So many people died in the village, even the paper ghosts died.

I really can't laugh.

I feel very sad.

However, there was still an older man who stood up and said some scene words.

Then, everyone bowed to Uncle Jiu and the others to thank them, and then the meal officially started.

……

After half an hour.

Uncle Jiu rode a horse and left Dashan Village with a lot of food and Wang Xiaohei.

They ran a few hundred meters, and when they couldn't see the village, Uncle Jiu stopped.

Then put all these things hanging on the white horse into the Nawu Talisman.

Without these things, the white horse suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and kicked its hooves happily.

"By the way, Xiao Hei, I almost forgot, I haven't tied the Yin Soul Orb for you yet."

As Uncle Jiu said, he took out a red rope from the Nawu Talisman and started weaving.

Not long after, the braided red rope completely wrapped the Yin Soul Orb, and two long red ropes strung it together.

"Okay, let me hang it up for you."

Uncle Jiu squatted down and tied Wang Xiaohei around his neck.

"I also put a sealing curse on the Yin Soul Orb to prevent the breath from leaking out, so that others won't notice it." Uncle Jiu said.

(End of this chapter)