However, those who can use puppetry are definitely experts, which is much more advanced than my communication with ghosts. This thing uses a pair of paper figures to achieve the same high work efficiency as ghosts, which is really not simple.
However, this spell has a shortcoming, which is the problem of the soul being bound to the paper man. It seems that the paper man has returned to its original form, and the soul has left them and retracted immediately, but there is still an open underworld path between them that has not been closed immediately, just like in ancient wars, the soldiers and horses have withdrawn to the city gate, but the drawbridge has not been retracted for a while.
There was a short time to use this underworld path to fight back. I bit my right index finger, jumped off the bed, picked up the paper figure of Hei Wuchang, and quickly drew a cross on its face. This was called "Blood Cross Killing", which would follow the underworld path between the paper figure and the caster and chase after it. As for what kind of injuries the caster would suffer, it depended on the other party's ability. If the caster had more ability, at most his face would be damaged, but if the caster had less ability, he would definitely be unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life.
Just after I finished this, I suddenly noticed that the director and others who were crowded at the door were looking behind me with their eyes wide open in horror, their mouths wide open, with the kind of fear that they wanted to scream but didn't dare to. The director, in particular, had wet his pants with urine and his legs were shaking, as if he had seen some evil spirit again.
I was stunned and felt a chill on my back. I quickly turned around and saw Anqi appeared.
An Qi was kind to her colleagues and didn't show her miserable appearance. Although her face was pale and scary, she still looked good and had some beauty. She looked at me timidly and said, "Please, please put away the sword!"
It turned out that the Spirit Sword Curse not only dealt with the paper figurine, but also forced her out. Seeing her pitiful and panicked appearance, I felt sad and hurriedly put away the peach wood sword. I turned to look at the director and asked her: "I will ask you two questions, you answer honestly, and then I will send you to the underworld."
An Qi nodded, and suddenly she was overwhelmed with grief and started to cry. I knew she was thinking of her unborn child, so pitiful, I was so sad that I couldn't open my mouth to ask her.
But time is running out. I think these bastards’ psychological endurance is about to reach its limit. If I don’t explain things clearly, they will either faint or run away. There is no need to ask any more questions.
"How did you die? Who is the murderer? You must explain it clearly so that the director can understand." I stared at the director while speaking.
This guy with a big belly was looking at me with fear in his eyes. If he knew why I asked him to come up, he would never set foot on the fifth floor even if he was beaten to death.
"I was killed by two little ghosts. They used their claws to cut open my stomach and took my child out. I died such a tragic death... Woo woo..."
Such miserable cries, coupled with such bloody content, frightened several people to the ground. The director was different. Even though he peed in his crotch again, he still stood there without falling down.
However, when An Qi got excited, she turned into a dead look. My God, I felt my calves go weak and my legs cramped. The director cried out "Ah" and fell to the ground. Then there was a loud scream. Some people fainted and some ran away. In the end, no one in the room was standing upright except Shen Bing and me!