On the street, perhaps because it was late at night, there were few people coming and going.
Duan Qiang's energy was like a gossamer, and he seemed to see a small paper man floating in a trance.
Then I fell into confusion and could no longer think.
This little paper figurine stood on Duan Qiang's face in a rather naughty manner. Seeing that there were almost no people left, it hurriedly waved around as if to summon something.
After a while, one after another small paper figures came from all directions, one of which was the most eye-catching.
He had a fuzzy face, and in his hand was a piece of spiritual paper that was taller than his body.
"Isn't this too cruel? People do it when it's useless?" Zuo Dao's thoughts wandered, and the little paper figures around him nodded.
This scene was full of weirdness and absurdity, and Zuo Dao himself couldn't help laughing.
He seemed to be schizophrenic, but Duan Qiang's experience always made Zuo Dao feel that something was wrong, and his approach was too rough.
Doubtful, he decided that things were urgent now.
These paper figures are all made into spirits by his paper magic. There are also three, six or nine levels of paper spirits. The little paper figures with faces were created in his house on Huaiyang Road. They are like natal magic weapons like those in novels about cultivating immortals. The rest of the paper figures are actually controlled by the three paper spirits on their chests. Since their connection is not directed in the wrong direction, they cannot be counted as paper spirits and can only be called "little paper figures".
This is also the wonder of trickery and paper-cutting. It is like a matryoshka doll, separated by layers. Anyone who wants to follow the clues will be directed to a 'spiritual creature', which will make the other party suspect that it is a ghost.
As the army of paper spirits increases in the future, all kinds of magical powers will become more and more obvious. In the end, they may even have weird effects such as concealing secrets and reverse deductions.
At this moment, two small paper figures spread out the spiritual paper at both ends. The paper spirit with a face floated to the front, carrying the pen with its hand and the ink with its spirit.
"——Fuyi, today there is a misfortune and many people are injured and dying. I only hope that someone will take pity on me and help the people in danger..."
The spirit of paper is written freely, and the spirit of ink is swaying.
After a moment, as the last stroke was written, the little paper man who originally followed Duan Qiang waved to the other little paper men as if to say goodbye, and then it was pasted on the spiritual paper. It had followed Duan Qiang for the longest time, and it would inevitably have some remaining traces. There are entanglements in this regard, so the leftists want to "destroy the corpses and eliminate all traces."
Then, burn together.
When the two turned into ashes, a breeze blew through the silent streets.
Duan Qiang, who was originally feeling down, actually stabilized at this time!
There is an invisible force that maintains Duan Qiang's life.
"Praying for a burning spirit is indeed effective, which means that praying spells can also work in this world."
Zhi Ling, who had a left-handed face, smiled and nodded. Originally, he took this opportunity to give it a try. It would be best if he could be rescued and asked for some information. But if he couldn't be rescued, he could still learn about the world through this attempt. "Rules" to verify which ones are valid in this world.
When the spiritual paper is used for prayer, it can have an almost miraculous effect, whether it is a matter of national contention or a small matter of praying to save one's life, it can be supported implicitly. Because he has entered a new world, Zuo, who has rich experience, can Dao naturally also avoided it.
All the contents such as praying to God, all heavens, and family first were revised, and at the same time, a sentence was added to ask Duan Qiang to wake up quickly. This approach is naturally a bit unseemly, but it is understandable. After many years of career as a cult undercover, These inhumane methods are inevitable, not to mention that the other party is now a traitor in his own department.
It's time to wake up. " Zuo Dao thought.
When he saw Duan Qiang slowly waking up with a blank look in his eyes, the paper spirit with a face dissipated in the control of Zuodao. Duan Qiang saw the paper figures floating around, as if he understood everything, his eyes were dim, but he said nothing. hair.
"Don't you even say thank you to your savior? Should I call you Elder Duan, or Duan Qiang?" Zhi Ling made a voice that was difficult to distinguish between genders.
Duan Qiang's eyes moved and he wanted to move, but found that his injuries were too serious. He didn't even know how he was alive and awake. Seeing this, he twitched the corner of his mouth:
"Thank you, I still haven't escaped you."
Duan Qiang naturally knew that the other party wanted to attack his heart, so he revealed his identity and wanted to occupy the top spot in the communication.
"If you want to ask where he is, I don't know," Duan Qiang said weakly, and then added: "The way I look, I guess the place he gave me is also a place where I must die, haha..."
Duan Qiang laughed miserably.
Zuo Dao's Zhi Ling was speechless. He didn't know the relationship between these people. From this point of view, it was obviously different from ordinary colleagues. In this situation, Duan Qiang obviously wanted to protect their captain, and he still had a strong of alertness.
"Then let's talk about something else," Zuo Dao changed the topic and decided to start from somewhere else:
"Maybe I can actually save you or let you go?"
Duan Qiang moved his eyes again and looked at the paper man floating above without making any comment.
Seeing this, Zuo Dao asked:
"The place you were just now looks like a gathering place, or a church. What does it do and what is it called?"
"Thanks to Tongjiao, you will know sooner or later," Duan Qiang pointed out, enduring the pain and adding:
"He points to a certain existence."
"I want to know about the people behind the Mist Ceremony and what you want to do next." Zuo Dao asked.
Duan Qiang remained silent again.
Zuo Dao also began to have a headache. It was as difficult to communicate verbally with such obviously professionally trained operators as it was with the relevant personnel in the previous world. Moreover, due to the mysterious and frequent occurrences in this world, the other party's mental toughness was even higher than it. , now he cannot use torture to Duan Qiang. The fragility of the other party's body is obvious. If he is caught and shaken, he may die.
"Relax, maybe it wasn't your captain who did it," Zuo Dao thought for a while and then said:
"After all, from my point of view, if he has such control, there is really no need to do this. After all, each of your hands should be extremely valuable now. Even a chicken can serve as a dish."
Cater to the opponent first, create opportunities, and then find a breakthrough. This is the left-handed idea. What's more, he does think so.
"Thank you for your comfort." Duan Qiang's eyes moved slightly, his mood seemed to be fluctuating, but he still looked calm.
Zuo Dao did not feel happy when he saw the other party's expression, because this was probably a trap set by the other party in bad taste. He asked, and Duan Qiang "acted" again. Maybe the two were unequal at the moment, but from Zuo Dao When Tao focused the confrontation on words, the two were equal again.
therefore--
Zuo Dao changed positions again and threw out Wang Zhao.
Duan Qiang seemed to see the paper man's smile under the blurry light.
"Do you want to take a look and see what transfer location your captain left for you -"
Duan Qiang's cheek twitched.
Zuo Dao's mood became more and more cheerful.
...
Over there at the nightclub.
A team of law enforcement teams in black trench coats led a group of area officers to investigate this place.
No one, whether it's staff or guests, can escape.
The leader was a man with a short head and square face, and evil eyes.
He walked successively to the box where the fat man led people in, and finally stopped at the place where Zuo Dao and Duan Qiang fought. He picked up his withered arms and thought for a while.
Then, he opened a communication.
"Zang Ti, it's me, Yan Fang."
"Say." Zang Tiao's voice sounded over the communication.
"It is confirmed that he is a member of Li Jia's team. His name is Duan Qiang. He fought against others and used the overclocked state. He paid a higher price than normal and lost an arm."
"Who do you suspect?"
"It cannot be confirmed that the person who fought with Duan Qiang left no traces of spells or rituals," Yan Fang said in a strange tone:
"There are no cameras inside this bar, so it's impossible to determine the specific flow of people, so I think anyone could be involved."
"As for the nightclub owner, it seems to me that it's too clean. If it's clean, forget it. A bar with cameras that are not neat inside is too covert. Why don't you give the owner a complete set? It's not like you. What about style?”
Suddenly, there was something specific in Zang Ti’s communication.
"It's very clean, and it doesn't seem necessary." Yan Fang said with something in mind.
"Oh?" Zang Tiao's voice was obviously higher.
"Hang up, I'll try to trace Duan Qiang's traces."
"Ah."
In the private room, Duan Qiang hung up the communication, pulled out a list, and entered a message.
For a moment, a space in the box became distorted, and a fat man who was embarrassed and skinny came out of the twisted crack.
He walked towards Yan Fang with a playful smile.
...
street.
Li Jia came to the place where Duan Qiang's "car accident" occurred. He looked at the blood stains remaining on the ground with an expressionless expression.
At this time, a drunk man stumbled towards him, bumped into him, and began to curse.
Li Jia didn't answer, he just glanced at the drunkard with a light in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the drunkard suddenly stiffened and fell straight to the ground, making no sound again.
Li Jia's figure also disappeared into the night streets.
