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Chapter 162. Paper Doll
"Aren't you gone yet?"

Jiang Jianxin leaned quietly against the corner of the wall and asked his intuition.

No, it's still guarding it.

Her intuition helped her assess the situation inside the room.

Jiang Jianxin's heart sank little by little.

This thing is neither alive nor intelligent, but it has no shortage of almost eternal patience.

If the stalemate continues, the one who will be the first to reveal a weakness will be themselves, made of flesh and blood.

The metal sheet of the air conditioner outdoor unit made a slight creaking sound under her feet.

The wind from the high-rise buildings ripped at the hem of my clothes; a slight misstep and I would fall into an abyss.

If you force your way up, the vibrations from the metal support will surely alert the thing inside; but if you continue to hold on, your gradually stiffening limbs will eventually betray you.

As Jiang Jianxin stood there, pondering what to do, he suddenly felt the paper figure in his palm wriggling, trying to break free—it had even already broken out halfway.

Worried that the paper figure would make a sound, she was about to force it back in when she saw the paper figure extend a square hand and point in another direction.

Jiang Jianxin was surprised that the paper figure was so intelligent, and she looked in the direction the paper figure was pointing.

In the shadows of the opposite building's stairwell, a long-haired girl was standing pressed against the glass.

The morning light outlined her slender figure, but couldn't illuminate her deep, dark eyes. A weariness beyond her years was frozen on the girl's pale cheeks, and the downward curve of her lips seemed to be pulled by invisible threads. Her whole person exuded a heavy, gloomy aura, as if she had just escaped from a mental hospital.

The girl's gaze was fixed on her, and Jiang Jianxin stared into those calm, unfathomable eyes, unable to discern her emotions.

"Wow..."

The girl across the street opened her window and waved towards where Jiang Jianxin was.

"Shua-"

Several white figures streaked through the air, their speed so great that they left afterimages in the air.

Jiang Jianxin squinted as he watched the white shadows precisely pierce through the window where the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll made of teru teru bozu) was located. The glass shattered into countless fragments with a "bang," reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

In the instant the window shattered, Jiang Jianxin barely recognized from the afterimage that they were paper airplanes.

"Wow..."

After the glass was broken, the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll made of teru teru bozu) fled in panic as if it had encountered some natural enemy, and the blood-stained white cloth fluttered in the wind.

But those paper airplanes, like missiles locked onto their targets, traced sharp trajectories in the air. The origami, which should have been fragile, now gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, and the edges of the wings even sliced ​​through the falling dust.

"laugh!"

Four paper airplanes simultaneously pinned the four corners of the white cloth, firmly nailing the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll made of teru teru bozu) to the mottled wall.

The largest paper airplane gracefully swooped down, its nose piercing straight through the white-cloth-wrapped head like a sharp sword—

"puff!"

The facial features, outlined by fine lines, twisted instantly, and cotton wool mixed with dark red blood spurted out from the wound.

Under the direct sunlight, the creases on the paper airplane gleamed with a cold luster, pinning the teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll made of teru teru bozu) firmly to the wall, like an insect fixed in a specimen room.

Jiang Jianxin covered her mouth. She saw that after the Teru Teru Bozu was killed, the paper airplanes that had been so menacing just moments before suddenly seemed to have their souls taken away, instantly losing their metallic luster and turning back into fragile white paper.

They tumbled helplessly in the air, like withered leaves falling in autumn, crashing down with a rustling sound.

The remains of the teru teru bozu nailed to the wall suddenly came loose, and the blood-stained white cloth twisted and tumbled in the wind, falling straight down like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Om-"

Strange ripples suddenly appeared on the ground of the residential area. The concrete began to undulate rhythmically.

The fallen pages and tattered teru teru bozu (Japanese teru bozu dolls) dissolved rapidly upon contact with the ground, their edges curling and turning black, transforming into wisps of blue smoke.

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the now calm ground of the residential area, then looked at the spot where the teru teru bozu (paper airplane doll) had been killed. The largest paper airplane hadn't lost its momentum; it remained steadily suspended in the air, its tip still stained with the blood of the person who had just killed it.

It hummed twice, then floated upside down slowly to a place about three meters away from Jiang Jianxin.

Because it was floating upside down, the blood-stained, sharp paper airplane's nose wasn't pointed at him. Jiang Jianxin warily looked at the paper airplane's tail, unsure of what it meant.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

A slight noise came from the paper airplane. Jiang Jianxin stretched out his fist in front of him, assuming a defensive posture, thinking that the paper airplane was about to make a move.

To everyone's surprise, the paper airplane wobbled twice, and a little paper figure crawled out from the crease in the middle.

It looked similar to the paper figure in his hand, but it had a tie and suit drawn on it with watercolors. It then stretched out its two short hands and pretended to adjust the collar it had drawn on, before straightening up, extending one hand, and saying in a high-pitched eunuch voice:

"Greetings, Your Excellency Sage, my master requests your presence."

"?"

Jiang Jianxin glanced at the gloomy girl across the building and saw that the girl was also staring at her intently.

She was certain she didn't know the girl, but she didn't know if Yuzhi knew her.

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath and asked first:

"Is your master referring to that person?"

She gestured with her chin toward the girl's window.

The little paper figure in the suit said solemnly:

"It's the one you were talking about."

"I don't know your owner."

Jiang Jianxin quickly emphasized that she had no memories of her family and could not make friends indiscriminately.

The little paper figure in the suit scratched its head in surprise:

"Back then, you even borrowed a paper effigy from my master to take care of your disabled sister who was being cared for in the mental hospital... I was on a business trip at the time and witnessed the sincere friendship between you and my master. How can that not be considered knowing each other?"

Jiang Jianxin was slightly taken aback upon hearing these words.

Because she also remembered that when Zuo Siquan described how the Predictive Family took care of her, he did mention that the Predictive Family brought paper figures to take care of her.

At that time, Jiang Jianxin had already awakened the memories of the Sword Master, so she didn't find it strange to hear that the paper doll was taking care of people. She could also use her spiritual energy to drive the paper doll, which was a common spell in the cultivation world.

But she forgot that at the point in time when she knew the future of her family, she had not yet become a Sword Master, and naturally could not use the power of a Sword Master.

As a gifted individual of the Light faction, it is clearly impossible for her, who only possesses precognitive abilities, to create paper dolls capable of caring for people.

Jiang Jianxin understood this point, and combined it with the paper doll's words, he reconstructed the situation at that time—the paper doll in the foreknowledge house was actually borrowed from someone else, and the person who lent her the paper doll was right in front of her.

Jiang Jianxin looked up at the girl. The girl felt his gaze, but there was still no smile on her face.

She raised one hand again.

"Splash—"

In an instant, dozens of rolls of toilet paper came rushing out of the window, the snow-white rolls spinning and unfolding rapidly in the air.

Thin, soft paper flutters in the wind, intertwining and weaving together in an instant to form a paper bridge spanning two tall buildings.

Sunlight penetrated the translucent paper, casting fine, spiderweb-like shadows on the ground.

"Please."

The little paper figure in the suit said respectfully.

I'll fix it tomorrow, goodnight~