Under the eerie old eaves, there were creepy paper figures and wreaths all around. The headless boy was standing nearby with his head in his arms, while Lin Mo and Old Man Wang were sitting on a stone pier, chatting.
They had been attacking each other before, fighting for their lives, but now they were like old friends.
Just now, it was obviously a misunderstanding.
The chains on Old Man Wang were untied. As for the injuries, they were already a nightmare, so this minor injury was no problem at all.
At this moment, Old Man Wang took a puff of his pipe happily.
A puff of white smoke came out of his mouth.
"I haven't smoked this for years. When I woke up, I had a pipe but no fire. If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have been able to smoke this."
Old Man Wang sighed.
Judging from his speech and behavior, he is no different from a normal person. If it weren't for the nightmare aura around him, you might not be able to tell his true identity.
Lin Mo already knew that fire sources were rare in the nightmare world. In any case, apart from the lighter in his own hand, he had never seen any other fire sources.
At this moment, Old Man Wang did not behave like an evil and murderous nightmare, but more like an ordinary old farmer.
According to him, when he first woke up in this world, he was also panicked and ran into the black fog, accidentally ending up in a residential area in a big city.
Also in that neighborhood, I encountered a terrifying evil ghost.
But Old Man Wang was very capable. He used a paper man to copy the other person, and then cut off the paper man's head with scissors.
That’s right, the evil ghost killed by Lao Wang is now Lin Mo’s headless little brother.
"At that time, its head moved away, and I threw it outside, thinking it was dead, but I didn't expect it to be still alive." Old Man Wang sighed, "The appearance of evil spirits is a sign of chaos in the world. It's unlucky, unlucky."
Lin Mo looked at the little paper figure in his hand. The little paper figure moved its hands and feet in a magical way.
"How old are you, old man?"
"He was eighty-nine when he died."
"That's a happy funeral."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"How many years ago?"
"I didn't know at first, but later I heard from the villagers that I had been dead for seven years."
Old man Wang took another puff of his pipe.
Wang Lao Han was a good person. The pollution area was not large, and only affected a few families in the village. They were lucky that Wang Lao Han was one of the nightmares. As a result, Wang Lao Han used his own means to protect those families.
In addition, the village is remote and no one knows that it is a polluted area.
Several villagers also thought that it was a ghost. Apart from burning incense and setting up an altar for Old Man Wang in every household, no one made the matter public. Surprisingly, no one got hurt.
Lin Mo was also stunned when he heard this.
Is this possible
Isn’t this the city god who guards the peace of an area in ancient legends
For a moment, Lin Mo thought a lot and his mind was a little confused.
So when the name of City God came into being, was it invented by scholars and common people, or did it really exist
If it were in the past, the answer would be obvious, it must be false, but it is different now.
Since it was just a chat, Lin Mo could ask questions, and of course Old Man Wang could ask questions too.
What he asked was how Lin Mo could control ghosts.
Lin Mo explained his method, and Old Man Wang was also stunned.
"You are really brave, young man. You dare to have a heart-to-heart with ghosts and spirits? I admire you. I admire you."
"There are no roads in the world. When more people walk on it, it becomes a road." Lin Mo replied. When Old Man Wang heard it, he thought about it carefully. He didn't know what he thought of it, and he was in awe.
"But in the final analysis, we still can't rely solely on external objects, especially ghosts and spirits. It is difficult to judge them with common sense, and their moods are unpredictable. It will be troublesome if they really lose control. It is best to have a skill to rely on." Old Man Wang said again.
"You teach me?" Lin Mo laughed.
"Okay." Old man Wang said seriously.
Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at Old Man Wang and saw that he was not joking.
"Old Wang, didn't you just say that your technique of making paper figures to capture souls is a secret method passed down from your ancestors and is not to be passed on to others?"
When Old Man Wang heard this, a trace of bitterness appeared on his face.
"Descendants may not necessarily be willing to learn things passed down from their ancestors. I have a son and a daughter, both of whom live in the city and have decent jobs. They don't want to get involved in funerals, and I didn't force them. As for my grandsons, it goes without saying. They are said to be studying abroad, so why would they want to learn this... Well, the inheritance of my ancestors has ended in my hands."
After a pause, he continued, "It's fate that I met you this time. We've both died once, so what's there to worry about? What's the secret that can't be passed on? That's all nonsense. If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
As he spoke, Old Man Wang actually found a piece of white paper specially used for making paper figures, and explained the techniques and skills to Lin Mo in detail.
Lin Mo followed the instructions and actually made a paper figure.
What no one expected was that just after it was made, the paper man suddenly shivered and then ran away.
It was as fast as a mouse and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Lin, you have a talent for eating white food." Old man Wang praised.
Lin Mo was also surprised.
Does he really have talent, or is it just that he can make paper figures with his hands
"Don't worry about the paper man. It just stole a bit of your living breath. When the breath dissipates, it will become a dead thing. The paper man you just made is just an embryo. If you want to use it specifically, you still need to learn some secret techniques."
Old man Wang held up a finger and said, "I only know one way, which is to snatch the air."
"Whether it's a living person or a ghost, if you take away their energy, you can use a paper figurine to cast a spell, or cut off their head and feet, or seal them with soul-suppressing nails, or coffin nails. Of course, even if you just pinch them with your hands, you can make them unable to move."
As he said this, Old Man Wang glanced at the headless younger brother next to him.
Just now he used the paper man technique to subdue the opponent.
It was he who cut off my younger brother's head.
Once someone is caught in the Paper Man Technique, even Nightmare, as strong as the Wild Bull, cannot escape the Paper Man's control. Once someone falls into the hands of someone like Old Man Wang, he can only be slaughtered.
Just for this reason, Old Man Wang's unique skill is not simple, so Lin Mo decided to learn it.
After all, in a nightmare world, having more skills is better.
But Lin Mo soon realized that he had thought the matter was too simple.
According to Old Man Wang, being able to make a paper figure is only the first step, and the rest is the key.
Control the paper man to take away the energy.
This alone requires a long period of practice. If you don't practice it well, the paper figure you throw out will really be just a piece of blank paper and will be useless.
But once you pass this level, the rest will be easy.
Even if you don't learn other secret techniques, you can defeat the enemy just by holding the paper man in your hand.
Practicing this is not something that can be accomplished overnight, so there is no point in Lin Mo being anxious.
He wrote down the method, but then he thought of something.
"Old Wang, you are one of those legendary extraordinary people, right?"
"I guess so. Some of the things passed down by our ancestors have come out." Old Man Wang was still very modest.
"Then tell me, do Taoist priests have similar abilities and methods?" Lin Mo thought of Shen He, an expert from the General Administration.