Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 112 Fire Attack
"Are you kidding? This thing is so hot?"
In shock, Lin Xian almost subconsciously threw the knife in his hand to the ground.
He remembered that this was not the case when he got the knife from the dead man Li Biao wearing the human skin mask. This was simply unbelievable.
The knife fell on the ground, and the temperature on the knife had not dissipated. When it landed on the carpet covered with human skin, it immediately ignited, and the fire showed no sign of decreasing.
"It's a good thing."
Seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Xian couldn't help re-examining this supernatural weapon. At first he thought it would be a medium supernatural weapon like a hatchet, but now it seems that the effect has changed drastically.
The red ghost's hand was still trembling at this moment, just like that, it almost woke up the sleeping ghost, one can imagine how harmful this weapon is.
Feng Xiumei squinted her eyes. Under the firelight, her face turned sallow. Even the nearby paper figures were affected and were all buried in the sea of ​​​​fire.
"Your weapon"
Feng Xiumei had a sullen face, because the knife Lin Xian just held was too weird, and she was born to restrain her paper figurines.
Lin Xian also recovered from the shock at this time. He could not touch the knife in the sea of ​​fire, because the temperature of the knife could ignite supernatural beings. Even the ghost realm could be ignited, so now he could only wait for the fire to disappear. , or take this thing back by force.
Obviously, the probability of success of the latter is too small. If one accidentally ignites the ghost flower in his body, the gain will outweigh the loss.
In the sea of ​​fire, a gap was opened in Lin Xian's ghost realm, and the falling petals were invisibly ignited, turning into falling bloody fire.
At this moment, Lin Xian was like a god in the sea of ​​fire, looking down at Feng Xiumei under the room.
At this moment, Feng Xiumei did not speak, but her actions gave her the answer.
She picked up the burning human skin on the ground, and then grabbed a paper figurine of Lin Xian. At some point in her hand, there were a few more tools for making paper, such as paper knives, paints, and brushes.
The old man cut off the burning end of the human skin, and then quickly weaved it with tools. These tools seemed to have supernatural powers, and it only took a few seconds. In front of her, a human skin paper that was exactly the same as Lin Xian appeared. The person appears.
The workmanship of the paper figurine is very exquisite, and this seems to be a kind of sacrifice, because the paper figurine belonging to Lin Xian has many small silver needles on its head. This kind of craft was also said in the past, called witchcraft.
Of course, this kind of witchcraft is not a curse in folk customs, but connects to the original supernatural master through some supernatural means. This method is equivalent to a curse.
Feng Xiumei used this method to infect Lin Xian's paper man with witchcraft, and then applied it to the newly knitted human skin.
The eyes of this human-made paper man are closed, and the body has been painted with paint. Even the red and white palms are very clear, as if they are real.
However, Lin Xian wore a mask, and the lotus flowers on his face were not shown, so the Lin Xian weaved there did not have a ghost realm.
"Copy?"
After seeing the paper man in front of him who looked exactly like himself, Lin Xian couldn't help but become wary. He didn't expect that this old man's paper man could be used in this way.
However, through this, he also saw some drawbacks, that is, the production of this kind of paper man requires certain requirements, and among them, the opponent's supernatural power is the key.
Feng Xiumei got her own paper man, so she indirectly came into contact with her own supernatural power, so she made a 'person' similar to herself.
With the final outline, Feng Xiumei placed it on the eyes of Pi Linxian.
Lin Xian, the paper man wearing a human skin mask, seemed to come to life at this moment. The grimace mask seemed to have a soul and started to move.
The red ghost hand quickly tore through the air, approaching Lin Xian in the ghost realm.
"You are the worst old man I have ever seen during the Republic of China."
Lin Xian's tone was sarcastic, but he also reacted at this moment.
No one knew the ability of his ghost hand better than him, so he immediately made a supernatural superposition in the ghost realm.
The scarlet ghost hand tore apart its own ghost realm, and carried out a new round of ghost realm extension in the gap created by its supernatural being. The ghost hand penetrated into the ghost flower, and the ghost flower expanded the ghost realm in the ghost hand, and so on. Repeatedly, soon, two superimposed ghost realms appeared.
In this ghost realm, Lin Xian's ghost hand quickly lost its target, but it did not stop the movement of its hand, but kept repeating Lin Xian's movements in the previous ghost realm.
That is the superimposed action of the ghost realm.
"This old thing is really difficult to deal with."
Lin Xian did not choose to use the ability of the ghost hand this time, but moved the ghost domain. At this moment, he chose to actively ignite his ghost domain.
The flames on the knife began to expand rapidly after touching the ghost realm of Gui Hua, but Lin Xian was not worried, because in a short period of time, these flames could not burn the second floor of the ghost realm.
He wanted to use this time difference to set all the paper figures in the room on fire, including Feng Xiumei.
The touch of the ghost realm made the fire in the room become more raging. Everyone in the sea of ​​​​fire had nowhere to stay. The paper figures floating in the sky were almost all burned up by the fire at this moment, not even the paper ashes were left.
Feng Xiumei's eyes were lifeless in the sea of ​​fire. She remained motionless. Her sallow face quickly showed signs of melting under the burning temperature, and it didn't take long before she began to spontaneously ignite.
Six paper figures, Feng Xiumei, were ignited by the fire at this moment, and the entire room was covered with traces of being burned by the fire.
Following the disappearance of the six paper figurines, somewhere at the end of the mysterious path leading to the inn, in a room made of paper, an old man in a bright red coat weakly opened his eyes. This person was Feng Xiumei.
However, at this moment, she was lying in a black coffin. There was still a gap in the coffin and it was not completely covered.
"Ahem. It seems that the supernatural power of the [-]% paper man is still a little weak after all. Li Shulian, you are really in good health."
Feng Xiumei in the coffin was not as fierce as the paper doll. Instead, she had a soothing expression and a kind look on her face. She seemed to be approaching her end, and she just wanted to make a final struggle in the last period of time to seal the coffin.
On the other side, Lin Xian had used the ghost realm on the second floor to escape from the burning house, but not many people came out. There were only a few people. It seemed that in the confrontation with the paper figurine Feng Xiumei, a few people came out. A messenger died inexplicably inside.
(End of this chapter)