Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

She went directly to the prize pool to exchange for a knife of white paper, a bag of ingot paper, a bamboo knife and scissors, a writing brush, a bottle of rooster blood and a box of cinnabar... just enough to use up all the popularity points.

Knife up and down.

Pieces of white paper were cut to the appropriate size.

Fingers flying.

The finished product is pieces of paper people and horses, which look thin but are full of charm, as if they can run and jump if you put them up.

Qianzhou was stunned.

[No, host, what's going on? It was empty just now, how did you conjure up so many things! God! 】

What changed?

This is all the popularity points you contributed.

Du Manzhi blinked: "Shh, it's not a fairy, it's just a magic trick."

She quickly mixed the rooster blood and cinnabar powder, dipped it in with a brush, thought about it, and reminded: "There will be a restricted scene in a moment. If you have high blood pressure and heart disease, I will mosaic it."

Qianzhou is young and strong, but he can't stand the excitement.

[I have a good waist and good kidneys, so I can do well anywhere. Today you have to let me feel how restrictive it is]

Du Manzhi hummed, picked up the pen, and concentrated on drawing the features of the paper man.

Deep water whirlpool, white paper lanterns, Jinyiwei fighting green python, and an outrageously beautiful little girl sitting among a bunch of paper figures and horses, painting her face with blood paint...

Qianzhou's scalp was numb. This scene was probably fake. He couldn't bear to quit, so he took a bite of the red oil noodles and looked at the screen with hazy eyes that were aroused by the spicy taste——

Paper, the paper horse is alive!

……

Du Manzhi stood up and shook the hem of her skirt.

Because the material was only paper, without a frame, and time was limited, she made it simple and made do with it.

The paper horse requires more materials than the paper man. This is for reference. The details must be done carefully and there can be no mistakes.

She stuffed the water-proof charm she had drawn earlier into the horse's belly to prevent the finished product from being destroyed when it touched the water.

The paper horse's eyes have been opened and its soul has been painted. The white shadow is a tall and strong horse, which is very affectionate to her.

Du Manzhi patted its head: "Wait until you show off."

The paper horse phantom raised its head and shook its snow-white mane, just waiting for her order.

Du Manzhi made a cut on his forearm, dipped his fingers in blood, and began to write a letter.

She was not sure whether the Yin Cha here could recognize simplified Chinese characters, so she drew a simple map. After thinking about it, she also added a few chubby big ingots in the lower right corner.

Du Manzhi tied the blood book to the front legs of the paper horse and patted the horse's butt. The little guy ran out excitedly and gradually disappeared after more than ten meters.

This operation was repeated several times, and when she sent out the fifth paper horse asking for help, she felt dizzy from blood loss.

The soles of her feet swayed, and she felt sincerely that people should still have a good body.

Especially if she needs bloodletting.

The body is not strong enough and the blood is not enough. What should I do at the critical moment?

Seeing Zhao Tie blocking the green python again, his breath was not stable, Du Manzhi sighed: "Master Zhao, I can't forgive you for this matter. When the matter is resolved, I will repay you."

Zhao Tie would not have set foot here originally, it was because of her that he was left behind by mistake, and he tried his best to protect her. She did not owe any favors.

Zhao Tie was stunned and said coldly: "There is no need to say such things. You are my adoptive father's married bride. As long as he is willing to recognize you, I, surnamed Zhao, will definitely not let you die before me."

Du Manzhi knew that he was loyal to Jiu Qiansui, so he nodded: "Then I will definitely thank him properly when I go out."

Zhao Tie was noncommittal and slashed with his sword again.

She cut out some more paper figures, stuffed simple versions of the water-avoiding charms into her stomach one by one, and let them go to help Zhao Tie share the pressure.

This is not the end of the story.

Moving his sore and swollen fingers, Du Manzhi began to fold ingots.

When trading with ghosts, paper money is the most direct currency, but the crude yellow paper on the market cannot be used. It must be printed before it can be circulated.

A set of stamping tools cost 5000 popularity points, which she couldn't afford to exchange, so she chose a bag of cut ingot paper.

The good thing about paper ingots is that they don’t need to be stamped, they can be used as soon as they are folded and burned.

Before Du Manzhi learned to walk, he accompanied Granny Bai to fold ingots. He was an experienced worker, and the stacks of ingot paper fell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She is a serious craftsman and does not easily go to the battlefield. The rear area is where she can give full play to her abilities.

Now let’s see if those paper horses can bring the letter. Mr. City God, come and take care of things!

Unfortunately, her request has not been answered. The closer the time is, the more noise the water ghost makes.

The green python, like a big green vine that had been beaten with chicken blood, danced its upper body crazily, beating Zhao Tie to the point where he could only defend.

There was a muffled sound under the water, and more than a dozen tattered coffins were scrapped one after another. A flexible rotting corpse crawled out of each coffin. It was not restrained by the water pressure at all, and it had climbed ashore in a few breaths.

The corpse was half-bone, and with the force of its bone claws, the approaching paper figure was torn to pieces. Their goal was obvious, heading straight for Du Manzhi!

At the critical moment of life and death, Du Manzhi regained his childhood tree-climbing skills and climbed to the top of the tree in twos and twos.

Seeing three rotting corpses gathered under the tree, their white bone claws frantically digging at the tree trunk, sawdust flying everywhere, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Zhao Tie was not optimistic either. He was surrounded by four rotting corpses at the same time, and the bloody marks were spread with purple color.

Suddenly there was a dark wind.

The papermen were still trying hard to drag the other corpses, but then they suddenly stopped moving and could only tremble.

Clang.

The clear sound of the impact of the iron rope goes straight into the depths of the soul.

Du Manzhi almost cried: Here it comes!

There are two long shadows ahead, one black and one white, wearing high hats. They have the same cold ghostly aura, but they give people completely different feelings.

If you have a problem, call the police!

Du Manzhi raised the corner of her mouth, "Well, it's not a big loss because she gave out so much blood."

The Yin difference comes forward, which is naturally extraordinary.

The one on the left swung the chain and instantly broke into a dozen parts. The locked corpse emitted thick black smoke, twitched and fell to the ground, and soon stopped moving.

Some corpses opened their rotten mouths and spit out a ball of souls. They were locked down by Yin before they even took off, and no one was left alive.

Du Manzhi jumped to Zhao Tie: "Master Zhao, have you brought Huo Zhezi with you?"

Zhao Tie looked at her deeply for a few seconds, then silently took out the fire certificate.

"Thanks!"

Du Manzhi gathered the dead branches and leaves into a pile, lit it, and threw the folded ingot into it.

As soon as the burning here was completed, a pile of golden ingots immediately appeared in the open space!

"It's in such good condition."

The man wearing a white hat floated over, picked up a gold ingot with his pale fingers, put it to his mouth and took a deep breath. He narrowed his eyes and was about to bite it when he was stopped by his companion.

"Ahem." Black Hat squinted at the living person over there, reminding him to pay attention to the image of a civil servant in the underworld.

The white hat put down regretfully and pulled out a piece of blood-stained cloth: "Little girl, did you write this?"

The black hat cherishes words like gold: "I can't understand."

White Hat comforted him: "It's not your fault. There are too many missing strokes. This girl can't read."

Du Manzhi: "..."