Infinite Script Killing

"Huh~~ It's finally done!"

Xu Tong raised his head and twisted his stiff neck. He turned his head and saw that the sky outside was already bright and the clouds in the distance were stained with a layer of red under the sunlight.

Look at the time, it's only five o'clock in the morning. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of those environmentally friendly ladies sweeping the floor on the street.

I have been busy all night, but my efforts have paid off.

In front of me, I saw a fat little fat man standing obediently in front of me, with a round little head and a simple and honest smile on his face. He wore a dome hat on his head and bowed his hands, looking like he was congratulating himself for getting rich. It’s really loved by everyone.

Pick it up and feel it, the weight is just right.

Fortunately, Mr. Song gave him a sketch of the skeleton, otherwise it would not have been easy to do it by himself.

Don't underestimate this paper figurine, it's not the junk from a birthday material store where a hole will appear when you poke it with your finger.

This is made of pieces of white paper no bigger than a wonton wrapper, square and as thin as cicada wings, layered with paper and paste.

With the blessing of the [Papermaker's Book], it took me a whole night to complete it.

and……

I saw Xu Tong casually pick up a stick that was about the same thickness as a rolling pin, stood up, and suddenly aimed at the little fat man's head and hit it.

With a "Bang!" sound, the stick broke into two halves.

Looking at the little fat man again, there wasn't even a mark on his head.

“You get what you pay for.”

Seeing this, Xu Tong let out a long sigh and looked at the script score of only 320 points left in his prop book, feeling a twinge of pain.

It turns out that in order to achieve the best effect, every piece of paper was pasted after he had blessed it with spiritual enchantment.

Just this gadget cost him almost two hundred scripts to break. If it could be smashed with a stick, he would send it directly to the crematorium.

After weighing the weight, I felt that there was still some left, so I could equip it with a handy weapon.

It just so happens that I still have some silver foil paper that has been successfully enchanted with spirits, so I can make a weapon with no problem.

What? Why not use gold foil...

Because he has never succeeded in possessing spirits on gold foil so far. Thinking about the script points wasted on it, it’s all tears.

"I'll just call you Fatty from now on. It's easy to make a living with a bad name."

He patted the fat man's head, but he always felt that the fat man was missing something, but he couldn't pinpoint the details.

I always feel that compared with the paper figures in the old man's house, there are always some differences.

"Maybe my skills are not enough."

Thinking of this, he immediately threw the little fat man into the prop book. Unexpectedly, the prop book actually gave evaluation attributes.

【Paper Fatty】(Producer: Xu Tong)

The product of enchantment and paper craftsmanship.

Item Passive: Spirit-Enchant Paper Armor

Reinforced armor has high physical resistance and a certain tolerance to water and fire damage.

(This item is a self-produced prop. It is recommended to produce and sell it yourself. It is not recommended to sell it. After all, it will be a loss if it cannot be sold at a high price.)

"Not bad!"

He didn't expect that the paper man he made had this attribute, which made him feel even more comfortable.

"Hey...the paper figures in the old man's room are better than Fatty. I wonder if they have any special attributes?"

A bold idea sprouted in his mind.

But on second thought... let's forget it.

Just like the way the old man carefully dusted them with a chicken feather blanket every day, he felt closer than family members. If he really messed up, he might have to be expelled from the school.

"Buzz..."

When he was thinking about the paper figures in the old man's room, Mr. Song had already opened the door and walked out with a urinal. When he saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said: "Go wash your face and eat." Order something, come back and have a good sleep, don’t stay up late all the time in the future, it will hurt your body and spirit."

"Okay, old man, let's go have some soup together!!"

He knew that Mr. Song must have soup every day. It happened that he had been busy all night, and when he came back with a full stomach, he could sleep happily, not to mention how comfortable he was.

"Wait!"

Mr. Song nodded and began to brush his teeth and comb himself. He wrung out the hot towel and put it on his face. After a while, he started scrubbing his face. This would allow the pores to open naturally and not be too irritated.

The old man combed his already thin hair over and over again. In fact, he was not only combing his hair, but also massaging his scalp. It is said that this can effectively prevent and treat Alzheimer's disease.

Although he is old, although the clothes on Mr. Song's body look a bit old, every piece is neat and has a soapy smell.

It's not as good as modern soaps with various scents, but this scent gives people a kind and natural feeling.

So don’t think those elderly people are sloppy.

If someone is particular about some things, they can throw you off the map.

In fact, the soup restaurants in L City often open at five o'clock in the morning, sometimes even earlier, at 4:30.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see some old people sitting down, buying a pancake and a bowl of soup for five yuan.

It’s not that you can’t afford the expensive food, it’s that it’s not necessary. I came here just to have a mouthful of soup.

Just this little thing, not even soda, no chili pepper, no salt, and you can drink it until seven in the morning.

"Old man Zhang, why do you come so early every time?"

Mr. Song walked in the door with a cane. He first glanced at the table on the left and frowned when he saw that there was no one there.

Turning his head, he glanced at the table on the right and saw old man Zhang with white hair sitting there, and said hello with a smile.

Old Man Zhang just smiled and nodded without saying anything, and continued to drink the soup from his bowl.

Usually Mr. Song would serve the soup himself, but today he didn't need to do anything. Xu Tong had already brought the soup to him.

The milky white soup is topped with a layer of golden fat and a thick layer of coriander and chopped green onion. The presentation alone is enough to make you want to eat.

I soaked in the freshly baked shortbread and took a sip of the soup. I felt the soup was delicious and sweet, and I let out a long breath, feeling that the fatigue of the night was also exhaled with this breath.

Xu Tong ate faster. Seeing that his pancake was finished, Mr. Song casually gave him his pancake and said, "Let's eat together."

"Master, you only want soup?"

He glanced at Mr. Song's bowl and found that in the blink of an eye, most of the soup was already gone. He quickly stood up to refill his soup.

However, Mr. Song stretched out his hand and covered the mouth of the soup: "No, after eating, let's take advantage of the cool weather to go to a friend's house with me."

"oh!"

Mr. Song seemed to be in a lack of interest today, so Xu Tong didn't ask any questions. He gnawed on the pancake and slurped down the full bowl of mutton soup.

The two of them finished their breakfast. It was only 6:05, but there were not many cars on the main road.

After all, this is L city, only a second-tier city. It is far from the first-tier cities that have the feeling of being stuck in traffic jams at dawn.

The two walked along the pedestrian street into a small alley, turning left and right. After walking for about five or six minutes, they saw Mr. Song looking up at the dark door in front of him: "This is the house."

He stepped forward and knocked on the door. When no one responded, he took a step back and said, "Kick it away!"

"Um???"

Even Xu Tong was stunned by the old man's words, but when he saw the old man nodded towards him, he didn't think much and stepped up. He heard a "bang" and the door was kicked open by him. .

As soon as the door opened, a musty smell hit him, and he saw an old man lying on a rocking chair in the small courtyard, holding a fan in his hand.

The lights in the room were on and the TV was on, but the man was lying on it and was not breathing.

Xu Tong stepped forward and touched it gently. The body was already hard. It was obvious that it had died last night.

"Why!"

Mr. Song closed the courtyard door and walked to the body. He looked at the old man who seemed to be sleeping. Then he saw that there was a bottle of newly released liquor next to his table. It was called Jiangmi Bai. He couldn't help but shake his head: " Yesterday I told you not to drink this stuff, why didn’t you listen to it?”

After saying that, he took out a small yellowed bamboo tube from his pocket, about two feet long and a little finger wide. When he opened it, he saw that it actually contained some yellow incense.

"You should also be prepared in the future. Although our business is in the business of living people, we are also in the business of friendship with the dead. From now on, keep something with you to always be prepared."

Mr. Song took out three sticks of yellow incense and kept talking.

"Isn't this what my master said?"

Xu Tong remembered his master's words in front of the grave.

Just as he was thinking about it, he couldn't help but feel excited when he heard Mr. Song's next words.

"I'm going to teach you something real today."

While Mr. Song was talking, he took out a paper figure from his pocket. The appearance and style of the paper figure were almost exactly the same as the one the master took out in front of the grave.

He held the paper figure on his fingertips and muttered a few chattering curses in his mouth. Xu Tong stood aside and listened clearly. Isn't this the same formula for finding graves and asking for directions that his master taught him?

But if you listen carefully, there is something slightly different. Unfortunately, the old man read it too fast and he didn't understand it. He saw the old man throw the paper man to the ground, and the paper man knelt down and bowed.

"This is called a paper arch table."

As he spoke, Mr. Song lit the three sticks of yellow incense he had just taken out and inserted them into the arms of the paper man.

Then he took out a stack of paper money with square holes and asked Xu Tong to sprinkle it around first.

Strangely enough, when the paper money was sprinkled, Xu Tong immediately noticed that the faint musty smell around him dispersed.

"The spirit resides in the body, just like a burning candle of fire... There is no candle, and fire cannot travel alone in the void. Therefore, death is like a lamp extinguished, and all thoughts are turned to ashes."

Mr. Song turned around and saw that Xu Tong was confused and didn't understand what he meant, so he said: "When you go home, go to the second row of the bedside table on the left side of my room. There is a copy of "New Theory: Xingshen Chapter" written by Huan Tan of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It’s okay, take a good look at it, I’ve made annotations in it, if you don’t understand, just ask.”

Looking at Mr. Song's serious expression, Xu Tong nodded repeatedly and said to himself: "As expected of my master, I can't avoid studying."

While the two were talking, the three sticks of yellow incense had burned to the end. The yellow incense stained the paper figures on the ground, and lit them up with a bang.

It was at this time that Xu Tong discovered that the old man lying on the rocking chair had a stream of black blood starting to flow from his nose.

PS: I’ll update the code again and ask for some...monthly tickets.