Chapter 323: Death of Zhu Dachang

"Damn it, they finally left..."

Zhu Dachang took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just now he was more nervous than Wu Xian and the others in the coffin. If the truth came to light, the poisonous insects in his stomach would kill him...

At least, that's what he thinks.

This is also the reason why Wu Xian was not worried about Zhu Dachang giving the coffin bearers a warning.

He is a bad guy.

Bad guys are always selfish. They won't risk their lives to warn others.

"Since you've left, don't come back!"

After resting for two seconds, Zhu Dachang hurried to the underground cave where the pool was located and came to a secret room that Wu Xian and others had not discovered before.

There is a shrine in the room, and a strange paper man is being worshipped in the shrine.

"We need to contact the Paper Fairy Lady as soon as possible..."

Zhu Dachang can contact the Paper Fairy, but only when no one is around.

The way to contact is to burn incense to the paper fairy. As long as the incense is lit, he can communicate with the paper fairy... provided that the paper fairy is willing to pay attention to him.

Zhu Dachang wanted to report the matter of Wu Xian and others.

This was certainly not out of loyalty, but if he did not report it, then no matter what trouble Wu Xian and others caused, he would have to take responsibility.

If he was lucky, he could even get a spot in the moonlit mass grave in the Undead City.

If you're unlucky...

Zhu Dachang shuddered.

The paper fairy he described to Wu Xian and others was a good fairy full of benevolence and glory, but Zhu Dachang knew in his heart that the paper fairy was an evil ghost who eats people without leaving any bones.

Report now.

He can show the Paper Fairy that he is still loyal and that all the mistakes were caused by Wu Xian and others.

However, Zhu Dachang did not find any traces of incense sticks near the shrine.

"Where is the incense? Where is it placed?"

Zhu Dachang roared angrily. For some reason, his temper became much more violent than before.

"The incense is here..."

Zhu Dachang handed over a stick of incense.

The incense bearer was wearing red clothes, and his hands were a little dirty and had some strange wrinkles.

This is a paper figure.

At first, Zhu Dachang didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

Because over the past ten years, he has been controlling paper figures in different ways, and paper figures have become a part of his life. But when he tried to light incense sticks with candles, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"My finishing touch pen has been taken away, why is the paper figurine still moving?"

Zhu Dachang shuddered suddenly.

He turned around stiffly and saw a paper man in red standing behind him. The paper man was very dirty and had traces of being soaked in water. His face was painted red and there were eyeballs dotted with ink in his eye sockets.

Zhu Dachang was very familiar with this paper figure because it was the most exquisite one among all his paper figures.

The female paper figurine asked in a strange tone.

"Temple Master, why do you look so bad? Do you need me to serve you?"

As she spoke, she reached out and tried to take off his clothes.

Boundless fear suddenly arose in Zhu Dachang's heart.

Before he became a temple keeper, he was a pervert who loved women.

Ten years of oppression underground had allowed him to see a pig as a beautiful woman. And the only thing that allowed him to vent his anger underground was this red paper figure...

Therefore, over the past ten years, he has done many unspeakable things to this paper figure.

He has never been afraid.

Because he has a dot-point pen, he can control the paper figure at any time.

but now……

When Zhu Dachang thought about what he had done to the paper man, he felt a chill down his spine.

"Don't serve me, don't come over here... don't come over here!"

In the underground tunnel, Zhu Dachang screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Without the finishing touch pen, he was no different from an ordinary person. He didn't even dare to resist the paper figure. He could only let the red-clothed female paper figure take off his gorgeous robe, revealing his hairy chest.

But the red paper man did not stop and continued to try to help Zhu Dachang take off his clothes.

Then, the skin on Zhu Dachang's chest was peeled off bit by bit...

The indescribable pain made his scalp feel like it was about to explode and his consciousness was about to be swallowed by the pain.

But at this time.

The paper man's movements suddenly stopped.

Zhu Dachang forced himself to open his eyes, and saw a woman wearing a veiled hat, who grabbed the paper man by the scruff of the neck and tore it apart.

Zhu Dachang saw hope of survival again.

"You, are you here to save me?"

The woman took off her veil, revealing a pale face without blood. The corners of her mouth gradually widened, revealing four sharp fangs.

She is Jiang Chun!

Jiang Chun stared at Zhu Dachang's torn chest with his dark eyes, saliva dripping from his mouth, and then he pounced on him suddenly like a bloodthirsty beast.

"what!"

"what!"

Zhu Dachang's screams were a hundred times more miserable than before.

……

"Well?"

In the coffin, Wu Xian showed a puzzled expression.

"The mark of anger has disappeared. Is Zhu Dachang dead?"

"It seems that someone else has also taken action..."

"Well, maybe Wen Chao sent Jiang Chun. Jiang Chun didn't have an urn, so she could still move around after we were carried away. Old man Wen Chao never likes to waste things."

Wu Xian did not kill Zhu Dachang.

This is to avoid being exposed in front of the coffin bearers.

But since they had been carried away, there was no need for Zhu Dachang to stay alive.

So when Wu Xian was interrogating Zhu Dachang, he would beat him violently as soon as they disagreed with him. His purpose was to leave marks of anger and wrath on Zhu Dachang's body.

Of course the insect is fake.

But the wrath of thunder and lightning is real and can take Zhu Dachang's life at any time.

But lightning strikes will definitely make a sound, so Wu Xian planned to walk farther away before taking action, but he didn't expect to be beaten to it by others.

It was also for the same reason that Wu Xian did not kill the hourglass-shaped monster. That thing was very important to the Three Immortals. Killing it in advance might arouse the Three Immortals' vigilance.

The coffin-carrying team was very professional.

The shaking was so small that Wu Xian felt a little sleepy.

"wrong……"

“Isn’t that too professional?”

Wu Xian closed his eyes and sensed it carefully, and found that the coffin was unusually stable, without any major bumps, and the rhythm was almost consistent throughout the entire process. This was not something that a human could lift.

"So these people carrying the coffin are paper figures?"

"If my guess is correct, there is more than one coffin-carrying team, so how many paper figures are there in total... It seems that making and controlling paper figures is the ability of the Paper Fairy."

Wu Xian had heard about it from Old Tang a long time ago.

The three fairies are divided into paper fairy, flower fairy and porcelain fairy.

If paper fairies correspond to these paper people.

The flower fairy corresponds to the moonlight monster that appears every night. The fact that the moonlight monster drops flowers after its death is evidence of this.

So what about the Porcelain Fairy?
"It corresponds to ceramics... The skin of those pale ghosts is as white as ceramics..."

The outlines of the three immortals gradually became clear in Wu Xian's mind, with only a fog left to be revealed. Wu Xian felt that he only needed a few more small clues to figure everything out.

Wu Xian was thinking when he suddenly heard voices coming from outside the coffin.

It's the pallbearers who are talking!
"Aren't they supposed to be paper figures? Do all these paper figures have intelligence?"

(End of this chapter)