Chapter 214: Two Paper Men
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Who would have thought that in his house, they openly kept a ghost servant? It’s so scary! But the spirit of that ghost servant seemed to be rather confused and was easily deceived.
Ji Jing quickly guided the small paper person to rush straight up to the attic while they were distracted. Fortunately, the attic wasn’t too hard to find, and it didn’t have too many restrictions. The small paper person quickly found the entrance.
“Ouch!” The small paper person was too excited when it saw the door to the attic, and for a moment, it rushed too fast and bumped into something.
“Hush!” The thing it bumped into quickly hushed, as they couldn’t afford to make any noise and alert someone.
The small paper person looked closely and realized that the thing it had bumped into was also a moving piece of paper. However, compared to the small paper Ji Jing had cut out, this one was clearly much more delicate.
It was made from special yellow paper, finely crafted with intricate patterns and symbols written all over it. Due to its large size, it wasn’t as agile as the small paper person.
Who would have thought that in Wu Tian’s attic, there would be two small paper figures colliding? The scene was quite bizarre, and the two small paper figures couldn’t figure out each other’s intentions for a moment.
“Which sect are you from?” The small yellow paper figure spoke first. Although the other’s paper was just a simple piece of white paper, its owner had recognized the pure and clear spiritual power on it, which wasn’t something that practitioners of unorthodox and dark arts like Wu Lin would possess.
Ji Jing also noticed that the symbols on the other’s paper were not Taoist symbols, but rather symbols related to blessings. They likely weren’t from the Wu family.
“Lingyun Mountain,” the small paper person replied cautiously.
The small yellow paper figure immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, “I’ve heard of your name! I am He Xin, and our family is a long-standing family in Jiangbei.” Lingyun Mountain was well-known in the nearby area, and while He Xin’s family was not located near C City, they had heard of it.
Ji Jing suddenly realized that apart from the legitimate Taoist sects, there were some families in the folk tradition that had inherited the ability to communicate with spirits through bloodlines, and some of these families specialized in related arts, with the He family of Jiangbei being one of them.
With both small paper figures now feeling at ease, they realized that both sides were registered practitioners with legitimate Taoist associations.
“Let’s talk inside,” the small paper person said cautiously, still keeping an eye on their surroundings. It hadn’t forgotten the clumsy ghost servant downstairs and was worried about what might happen if it suddenly went berserk.
The entrance to the Wu family’s attic had a complicated formation, and they needed to figure out how to break the formation and enter without alerting the people and ghosts downstairs.
The small yellow paper figure nodded but took a few steps back. Then, it suddenly accelerated with three swift steps, quickly ran up, and jumped straight at the formation.
The small paper person was dumbfounded, but they could faintly hear a very light cracking sound in the air. The formation had been smashed open with this rough collision, leaving a concealed gap that didn’t alert anyone in the Wu family.
Both small paper figures quickly crawled through the gap and entered the attic.
“Hehe, this is a secret technique of our family,” the small yellow paper figure said proudly, scratching its head.
“Impressive,” the small paper person genuinely praised.
It also noticed that the symbols on the small yellow paper figure had significantly decreased, indicating that this secret technique was a consumable.
“Daoist, are you here at Wu Lin’s place to investigate something?” the small yellow paper figure asked as they walked into the attic, trying to find out.
“Wu Lin is attempting to subdue a ghost servant,” the small paper person replied. “Didn’t you notice? There’s a child ghost servant downstairs, which seems to be one of his early experiments.”
“A child? I climbed up from the exterior wall, and I didn’t run into it,” the small yellow paper figure seemed relieved. “Daoist, how old is that child ghost servant likely? To be frank, I came this time to find a family member who has been missing for many years, and my clues indicate that he has likely fallen into Wu Lin’s hands, and he’s still a child.”
Hmm? A missing family member? Ji Jing suddenly had a vague intuition.
“The voice of the ghost servant sounds no older than six,” the small paper person answered.
“That can’t be it,” the small yellow paper figure breathed a sigh of relief. “My clues indicate that he was recently murdered and should be around fifteen or sixteen.”
Ji Jing’s fingers moved slightly, borrowing the small paper person’s senses. “Is your family member…. by any chance named Xue Zhong?”
