The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

People appeared constantly on the rooftop, and Zhao Lecheng looked at these abruptly appearing people, and the white beard on his chin trembled slightly.

"Yuxuzi, Zhazhike, Chishi, Corpse Devourer..."

"Leader Zhao, we are here to help you." The headed Taoist priest said.

Zhao Lecheng looked at them one by one. There was a righteous Taoist and a **** evil sect.

"Paper?"

Ye Crow's long and narrow eyes narrowed, and the black short knife in his hand swiped forward, and a black horse rushed straight at a skinny old man with a hump back.

The old man held a mourning stick in his hand, looked back at the sword spirit with a murderous intent, and gave a weird grin.

The teeth in the old man's mouth have fallen out, and his open mouth is like a bottomless black hole that makes his scalp numb.

Facing the sword energy, the old man evaded and waved the crying stick in the air.

The air in front of the old man was distorted visible to the naked eye, and a female paper figure appeared in front of the old man at some unknown time.

The colorful paper people are the size of an average adult, the workmanship looks extremely rough, and the facial features are distorted and weird.

The paper man's pale face was painted with thick paint, and the blush like blood was unusually dazzling.

The seemingly rough paper man is like a graffiti made by a childish child, but the black and white eyes of the paper man are extremely vivid, like a finishing touch, bringing the whole paper man to life.

A feeling of extreme evil came from those eyes, which made people shudder.

"Hehehe..."

A harsh, hoarse laughter came out from the paper man's crooked to the left cheek mouth. This sound pierced everyone's body in an instant. Everyone felt as if a hand was reaching into the heart, and they kept scratching.

A wave of negative emotions emanated from everyone, fear, despair, killing...

After Luo Sirou heard this voice, she was in a very strange state, her eyes were dull and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, like the second fool next door.

Master Xiao was a little better than Luo Sirou, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his face pale.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xiaoxue, the weakest-willed person, did nothing. She didn't notice that the faint light from the calf bone hidden behind her enveloped her.

Xiao Xiaoxue stretched out her hand and pulled La Luo Sirou: "Sister Sirou, what's the matter with you, don't scare me."

Xiao Xiaoxue yelled with a crying voice. As soon as Xiao Xiaoxue's hand touched Luo Sirou, the light shrouded in Xiao Xiaoxue's body instantly spread to Luo Sirou's body.

Luo Silou looked at Ewha and Yu Xiao Xiaoxue blankly, and asked incomprehensibly: "Xiaoxue why are you crying?"

Seeing Luo Sirou returned to normal, Xiao Xiaoxue wiped her tears and said the abnormality just now.

Luo Sirou looked at the bones that Xiao Xiaoxue had hidden behind her back. She was smart and instantly thought of the reason why Xiao Xiaoxue was not affected by the laughter.

As the paper man laughs more and more rapidly, the black sword air is getting closer and closer.

Dao Qi finally collided with the paper man, there was no lightning and thunder, no thunder and fire, or even a little sound.

A black vortex appeared on the chest of the paper man. The vortex continued to rotate with black sword energy, and the surrounding air began to twist again.

As the black vortex spins faster and faster, the black sword energy and paper people are absorbed by the vortex.

The air returned to calm, the sword air and the paper man disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that they had never appeared.

The old man looked at Night Crow with bitter eyes, rubbing his fingers on the handle of the crying stick, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that the blow was ineffective, Night Crow's black short knife emitted bursts of black blades, and a cold breath spread from the blade to the rooftop, and the rooftop was instantly enveloped by this air-conditioning.

"Okay." Standing in the center of the tornado, Zhao Lecheng looked at Ye Crow and stopped his next move.

Ye Crow looked at Zhao Lecheng and was silent for a while, after all, he took the short knife back.

Zhao Lecheng looked at the rooftop, plus Luo Sirou's three people, there were as many as 14 people on the rooftop.

"The Daoist Yuxu, Chishi are all of my generation, and they are concerned about the common people. I can understand when you come here, but if you guys come here, I really can't think of what you are doing? Throw yourself into the net, or take advantage of the fire?" Zhao Lecheng stared at the paper customer and asked, his tone of voice was a bit unkind.

Seeing that Ye Crow didn't intend to make another move, Zhazhike felt relieved.

Zhazhike looked at Zhao Lecheng and said, "I have lived in Minghai for 20 years. I like this place."

Zhao Lecheng was a little surprised. This paper-jailer was the most wanted man in their Tian Clan. He was murderous and his hands were bloody.

Zhazhike suddenly disappeared twenty years ago and did not expect to settle down in Minghai City.

It's just that no one would have thought that this person would have feelings for a city.

Zhazhike seemed to see what Zhao Lecheng was thinking, and grinned openly. The smile this time was not strange, but sincere.

"I'm walking here, drinking tea, bragging, I've been doing things like this for 20 years, and I want to continue doing it."

"Then you have to go on doing it." The Ye Crow on the side said coldly.

The paper guest cast a faint glance at Ye Crow: "Ignorant child."

Zhazhike's words seem to mean something else.

Zhao Lecheng nodded: "When people are old, they are always reluctant to move."

"What about you, corpse cannibal?" Zhao Lecheng turned his head to a simple-looking middle-aged man again.

The corpse eater smiled honestly, touched the back of his head, and pointed to a far away place.

"My sister is studying there, and the girl is stubborn, so she doesn't leave. The girl always says that her parents will come back. If she leaves, what if her parents come back and can't find herself. But I dare not tell the girl about her parents. She died long ago. She died when she was ten years old."

The corpse eater mentioned his sister and smiled happily, like an older child.

"What about you, butcher." Zhao Lecheng looked at a fat man.

The fat man is fat, and he can't find the fat eyes. The fat man was wearing a pair of big pants and a pair of flip-flops on his feet, but his upper body was only wearing a greasy apron, and his fat was leaking out in circles.

The fat man smiled and pointed to a distance: "My bun shop is there. It has been in business for almost ten years, and the business is good."

Zhao Lecheng nodded, his right hand pointed at the void, "Get up."

A small whirlwind formed on the soles of everyone's feet, slowly bringing everyone into the air.

"We are not going to die. Our main task is to prevent the guy in the sky from falling to the ground. As for the interception, I have notified the team. I believe Tsing Yi Hou will arrive soon."

When Zhao Lecheng mentioned Qingyihou, all the faces showed respect.

"Will that person really come there?" asked the blood lady in the same tornado as Zhao Lecheng.

At this time, she looked longing, like a little girl chasing stars.

"I don't know about others, but Master Tsing Yi Hou will definitely come." Zhao Lecheng's tone was firm, as if it were a matter of course.