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Under the faint moonlight.

The old locust tree was shaking crazily, and its neck was twisted as if I was almost mad at me.

The vines were so straight that no matter how hard I tried, they couldn't get any closer to me.

But I raised my hand gently.

With a swipe of the long knife, a section of the vine was cut off.

The remaining fragments struggled and twisted back into the canopy.

The old locust tree stopped shaking and tilted its neck towards me. I don’t know how much hatred is hidden among the dense branches and leaves.

But you can't do anything to me.

At the beginning, the old locust tree was still a very scary existence to me.

But it's different now.

The situation is reversed.

Now, to the old locust tree, I am a very scary existence.

"We will settle our grudges later."

I glanced at the old locust tree and looked down at the old man who was stepped on by me.

The old man was still struggling, holding several paper figures in his hands.

But as long as I exert force on my feet, the wound on his back will cause him so much pain that he can't move.

"If I fall into your hands, I accept it. I'll kill or chop him, it's up to you!" The old man gritted his teeth, maintaining the last trace of his dignity.

"Wouldn't it be too easy for you to let you die like this?"

I had no expression on my face, squatted down, and stared into the old man's eyes full of hatred and pain.

"Tell me about Xiangongtang."

"Just give up on this idea, I won't say a word!"

"Don't speak too early, flags are usually meant to be broken."

I smiled faintly, took out a very shabby ancient book from the Qiankun bag, put it in front of the old man and shook it.

"Take a look, what is this?"

The old man originally just glanced casually, but after seeing it, his eyes immediately straightened.

His eyes followed.

"How do you know how to cut paper?" He looked at me in disbelief.

Even more shocking than when I defeated him.

"Do you know an old woman named Mu?" I smiled with an unknown meaning.

"My surname is Mu?" The old man couldn't believe it. "You know my junior sister? Impossible, you must be lying to me!"

As expected, they are from the same sect.

"Uncle, your life and death are in my hands. What can I say to you? Open your eyes and see clearly whether this book is true or false."

I turned to paper cutting.

The old man stared at the content in the book and read it again and again. Although he was unwilling, he finally believed it.

He could tell at a glance whether the secrets of the sect were fake or not.

"Do you really know my junior sister?"

"Not only do I know her, but I also know her grandson, Mu Bai."

"How is my junior sister now?"

"died."

The old man's body trembled and he collapsed, unable to accept the bad news.

"She actually walked ahead of me."

The old tears flow freely and undisguised.

I saw that this old man was not completely heartless, so I let go of my foot.

"Uncle, my condolences."

The old man shivered and cried for a while, then got up unsteadily and stared at me with his red eyes.

The previous ferocity and murderous intent were completely gone, only concern for his loved ones.

"How did my junior sister die? Who harmed her?"

"How should I put it? She was not killed by someone." I said truthfully and selectively told some things about Yueyuan Village.

"So, junior sister, she has already..." The old man felt sad again, "Junior sister has a hard life and has given everything for her children."

"Her grandson Mu Bai has forgotten all his unhappiness and is living a good life. Her hard work is not in vain." I comforted him.

At the end of the day, I don’t have any deep grudge against him.

It's just that the stance is different.

"I have done so much. In order to revive my paper-cutting profession, I even joined the Xiangongtang, but I haven't accomplished anything yet. Junior sister has already taken the first step."

The old man was extremely miserable.

"I fell into the abyss, my hands were stained with blood, and I was still hopeless at paper-cutting."

"God, tell me, why is this?"

The old man had a wry smile on his face, his body was swaying, and his expression was gloomy.

"Boy, can I make a request before I die? It's useless for you to keep this book of paper-cutting skills. Why don't you give it to me so that I can have the honor to meet my junior sister when I get down there."

"I don't have to kill you." I confessed, "My goal is Xiangongtang."

"Okay, I'll tell you everything I know about Xiangongtang." The old man was very happy and sighed deeply.

"I specialize in paper-cutting, but there are not many people."

"In this era where paper binding is becoming more and more useless, the art of paper-cutting is almost lost."

"Master died with hatred. Junior sister and I both vowed to revive the paper-cutting profession."

"But junior sister is burdened by her children and has too much time to take care of herself, so this important responsibility falls on me."

"I work hard to support it and promote it everywhere, but in this day and age, even if I post it, no one may be willing to join the paper-cutting school."

"I thought I would end up with hatred like Master."

"Until the Fairy Lord shows up."

"He is an extremely handsome man, young, neither sad nor happy, but he is scary and people dare not look at him."

I listened carefully.

This is the first time I heard the appearance of Xiangong.

Turns out to be a handsome young man?

I immediately thought of the bald beauty on the Xuanwu Picture.

Could it be the incarnation of the Fairy Lord?

"He asked me if I thought the world was unfair. I answered, yes, my paper-cut door, which I used to be famous for, is now ignored by no one."

"He said that the world has fallen, and only by changing the day can there be hope of rebirth."

"If I follow him, I can revive the paper-cutting door."

"Just a few words, and I don't know why, I believed him, entered the Immortal Hall, and helped him do many things against his will."

“Unknowingly, I am sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire.”

"Looking back now, I realize that my hands were stained with innocent blood."

The old man looked at his withered old hands with a sad face.

"Uncle, where is the Fairy Hall?" I asked.

The old man shook his head slowly: "There is no fixed position, or my level is too low and I am not qualified to know."

"I only met the Immortal Duke once. After that, it was all the Great Immortal Envoys who conveyed orders on my behalf."

"The whereabouts of the Great Immortal Envoy are erratic. When an order is issued, he will find us."

I asked again: "Then do you know other immortal envoys?"

"The immortal envoys don't know each other. Unless there is a special task that needs to be performed, the great immortal envoy will arrange for us to meet."

The old man looked at me.

"Boy, I admire you for having the ability to oppose Xiangongtang."

"But the dark abyss is not that easy to deal with. I hope you will think twice."

I put the paper-cutting technique into the hands of the old man.

"thanks for your reminder."

But with the current situation, it is impossible for me to stop.

Even if I don't mess with the Xiangongtang, they will still mess with me.

It is better to turn passive into active.

"Let's do it." The old man held the paper-cutting technique like a treasure, his eyes slowly became calm, and he no longer had any attachment to the world.

"Uncle, I told you, I don't have to kill you." I didn't do anything.

"Once you enter the Immortal Hall, you will not be able to decide your own life or death. With my broken body like this, I will be enslaved by the Immortal."

The old man longed for death.

"Death, for me, is liberation."

I sympathize, but I don’t know how many other people Xiangongtang has harmed using the same method.

The long knife was raised, but it was not pointed at the old man, but in the opposite direction.

"Come out, have you had enough of the show?"

After a while.

A gloomy figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Donor, the young monk said we would meet again!"