After reading the contents of the secret technique of paper tying, Qin Shaoyou finally understood why the paper figures made by Sun Laosan could move.
On the one hand, his paper-making technique is very special.
When Sun Laosan made the paper figures, he not only used bamboo poles to make bones, bamboo strips to make tendons, and paper to make skin and flesh, but also made the internal organs in the paper figures' stomachs.
How could an ordinary papermaker make it so complicated? Just put two dollops of blush on your face and you're good to go.
And even if they had such skills, they would not do it because it would be considered evil.
Because this has gone beyond the scope of ordinary paper binding, but must be attributed to a technique.
If one is not done well, strange things will happen.
Not to mention that after the paper man was tied up, Sun Laosan would use hot human blood to poke out the eyes of the paper man.
In the eyes of other paper makers, this is simply a taboo in the industry!
But these alone only make the paper figures weird and scary, but not enough to make them move.
If the paper man can move, he still needs the last critical step - passing the breath.
After Sun Laosan tied up the paper man, he would blow the Yang Qi, longevity and even soul that he had bought with the life-buying silver to the paper man.
With these things, the paper man can move.
In a sense, the paper man is a variant of the ghost.
If Qin Shaoyou wants to make a moving paper man, it is of course impossible to use human blood to touch the eyes, let alone to inject Yang Qi, life span or even soul into the paper man.
After all, these are heretical methods.
Fortunately, there are alternatives to all of these things.
For example, the eyes of paper figures can be replaced with cinnabar, cockscomb blood, black dog blood, etc.
These are all standing materials in the Demon Suppression Department.
The yang energy, longevity and soul that Fukito gave to the paper man can be exchanged for blood energy.
The warrior's blood energy itself is very active, and is even better than ordinary people's Yang energy and longevity.
For Qin Shaoyou, in addition to practicing every day, he also ate a lot of demon and ghost food. The blood in his body was many times stronger and more powerful than that of a martial artist of the same realm.
The blood energy he blew out could completely replace the Yang energy, longevity energy and soul, making the paper figures move.
However, compared to the soul, blood still has a big disadvantage, that is, it cannot keep the paper man moving, and it has a time limit.
Qin Shaoyou can completely accept this shortcoming.
After all, what Fukiwata gave to the paper man was his blood and not his soul, so how could he keep moving?
The massage stick still needs to be charged.
Besides, after one mouthful of blood is used up, if you still need the paper man to continue moving, just blow the blood away again.
Anyway, Qin Shaoyou has enough blood to be used as a human power bank.
Unfortunately, in the paper-making secret technique, there is no mention of how long a mouthful of blood energy from Fukiwatari can make the paper man move.
Therefore, Qin Shaoyou could only test and evaluate it by himself after pricking the paper man.
However, one thing Qin Shaoyou can be sure of is that how long the paper man can move and how powerful it is should be related to the quality and quantity of the blood energy.
The better the quality and the greater the quantity, the stronger the paper figures can be and the longer they can move.
If it were Zhu Xiucai who was blowing this breath of blood, the paper man would probably not be able to move a few times.
but……
Qin Shaoyou turned his head and glanced at Zhu Xiucai, thinking that a few movements should be enough for Zhu Xiucai...
"Ah sneeze!"
At this moment, Zhu Xiucai was leading several night watchmen to keep an eye on the statues in the hall in case there were any changes.
Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but sneeze.
Zhu Xiucai rubbed his nose, turned to look at Cui Youying, frowned and asked, "Old Taoist, are you talking bad about me behind my back?"
"Fart, Master Dao, I don't have that spare time." Cui Youyou turned around and cursed.
"Not you?"
Zhu Xiucai frowned slightly, and originally wanted to curse: 'It's that bastard who said bad things about me behind my back.' As the words came to his lips, he suddenly noticed a cold light coming from Qin Zongqi's eyes, and he immediately closed his mouth sincerely.
I just wonder: Is it an adult who is talking bad about me behind my back? Why did he do this? I don't seem to have offended him, right?
Qin Shaoyou was not surprised by Zhu Xiucai's sensitivity.
After all, this guy has entered the realm of the seventh-level martial artist. In addition to acquiring the ability to release blood energy, his ability to perceive various situations has also been greatly improved.
Qin Shaoyou had not deliberately concealed his thoughts just now, so it was not surprising that Zhu Xiucai noticed his contempt for his waist.
Qin Shaoyou didn't explain, he just memorized the contents of the secret technique of paper tying in Sun Laosan's soul, and recited and memorized it over and over again.
He really wanted to poke a few paper figures on the spot to test the effectiveness and power, which made Zhu Xiucai jealous.
Unfortunately, the tools required for negative paper are not available here.
Moreover, the fog outside the hall is getting thicker and thicker.
It was so thick that it seemed to solidify.
Intuition told Qin Shaoyou that something would happen soon in this increasingly dense night fog.
It was at this time that Su Tingyu's face changed slightly. After sniffing quickly, he reminded everyone: "Be careful, everyone, the Yin soldiers may be coming through the way!"
When Cui Youyou heard this, he immediately chanted a mantra, raised his hand towards the thick fog outside the hall, and shouted: "Disperse!"
"boom!"
A ball of flames appeared out of thin air and exploded in the thick fog outside the palace, erupting into a dazzling fire, which really dispelled a lot of darkness.
But it didn't dissipate the thick fog.
"this……"
Brother Cui, who wanted to show off his skills, was somewhat embarrassed.
But he insisted on not showing it, and even put on an expression that was exactly what I expected, and said with his hands behind his back: "This fog has indeed changed from before."
Then, without waiting for others to ask how the fog was different from before, he immediately changed the subject and asked Su Tingyu.
"What do you smell in the mist? Is it a change in the smell of incense?"
"no."
Su Tingyu shook her head and looked a little solemn: "The smell of incense has disappeared. What I smell is the stench of evil spirits and rotting corpses..."
The stench of evil spirits and rotting corpses?
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall looked solemn.
Could it be that the dark soldiers taking advantage of the passage in this deserted City God's Temple were not illusions, but were really sneaky?
This is really...
Everyone in the hall looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
How wonderful!
Everyone in the hall was gearing up and getting ready for battle.
Just waiting for the credit and late night snacks to arrive!
It was at this time that a sound of 'swishing' came from the thick fog outside the palace.
Immediately afterwards, a stench mixed with blood and corruption floated out of the thick fog and reached everyone's noses.
"coming!"
Except for Zhu Xiucai and others who were staring at several statues of gods, everyone else opened their eyes wide and looked at the thick fog outside the hall.
Everyone wants to know what happened to the Yin soldiers here taking advantage of the situation!
