The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 173 Rag Doll

That night.

"Click! Click! Click..."

I only saw Song Feng, who had been cutting paper figures with a pair of scissors at the side, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"Seventh Uncle, what's wrong? Do you have any instructions?"

Hearing that his seventh uncle had stopped what he was doing, Qiu Sheng came back to his senses from his absent-minded trance and quickly stood up.

Now the master has already gone out to scout the area, ready to rescue the uncle and the others when the time comes for the execution.

Now there are only two of them in the inn.

Originally, the scissors in Seventh Uncle's hand were very rhythmic, and the clicking sound made him sleepy.

As a result, as soon as Seventh Uncle stopped moving his hands, he woke up naturally because he had already gotten used to this rhythm.

Seeing Qiu Sheng sleeping in a daze, Song Feng put down the scissors in his hand, and then gently threw the paper man behind him:
"call……"

A cold wind suddenly blew past him.

Then, the little paper man that had been very dull just now seemed to come alive and circled around him with the help of the cold wind.

Then, he moved his arms and short legs and floated into his shadow, disappearing without a trace.

It looks very weird.

"Nothing, I just spent too much time here cutting things, so I wanted to stretch my muscles..."

When he said this, Song Feng slowly stood up from the wheelchair that had been sitting there for a long time, and then walked a few steps in the courtyard with his rattan cane.

Seeing Uncle Seven stretching his muscles, Qiu Sheng, who had seen it several times, couldn't help but feel surprised:
"Seventh Uncle, how do you control so many paper figures? How do you make them so spiritual?"

Every time he saw the exquisite paper figures in the hands of his seventh uncle, he couldn't help but feel envious.

If he had so many paper figures, he could not only use them to exorcise demons and monsters, but also make them work for him.

Just like my seventh uncle.

If it is night time and there is no need for outsiders to push the wheelchair, the little paper figures will push the wheelchair and run around.

Seeing the envious expression on Qiu Sheng's face, Song Feng smiled:
"When will you master the Yin-Yang Unity Method? Then you will be able to possess such a method..."

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but sigh helplessly:

"I don't know when that will be."

Now he has only drawn out two essences. If he wants to practice the Yin-Yang Concentric Method to perfection, it will take a huge amount of time.

Even if he had many opportunities, it would still take more than ten years.

He estimated that he would be old after more than ten years. How could he have the youthful mind like he has now and let paper dolls push him around?

After stretching his muscles, Song Feng walked outside with his cane:

"Okay, your master probably won't be back for a while, so let's go for a walk."

"It just so happens that I know a place that should have some interesting things. Maybe we can get something unexpected tonight..."

Seeing that Seventh Uncle had already walked out with his cane, Qiu Sheng quickly followed him:
"Seventh Uncle, please walk slower and wait for me."

After he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng didn't even bother to pack his things, but trotted to catch up with his seventh uncle.

Although he didn't know what his seventh uncle was doing, he thought it would be a good idea to follow him. Who knows, he might even get some unexpected gains.

As they walked along, every time they reached an intersection near Renjia Village, a little paper man would jump out:

"call……"

Then, we saw that although the little paper figure had no mouth to make any sound, it was dancing and gesticulating, as if it was communicating with Seventh Uncle.

"Oh...I understand."

As Song Feng finished speaking, the little paper man nodded slightly, then jumped into Song Feng's shadow with his short legs.

After determining the direction, Song Feng walked directly along the intersection in the other direction, staring at Qiu Sheng in a daze along the way:

"Seventh Uncle, have you come to check out the place in advance?"

When he said this, he subconsciously looked elsewhere.

There are too many paper figures. Could it be that my seventh uncle has buried paper figures under the rocks and in the grass everywhere?

It would be too scary if there were countless pairs of eyes watching you no matter what you did. When Qiu Sheng thought of the last moment, he couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's suspicious expression, Song Feng tapped him lightly on the forehead with his cane:
"I don't have the time to send so many little things to keep an eye on you, so don't think too much about it."

After being hit on the forehead by his seventh uncle, Qiu Sheng's eyes suddenly widened, and then he subconsciously touched his head:
"Seventh Uncle, what on earth is this cane of yours? How come I can still be hit even though I changed my physical form and turned into a ghost?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng subconsciously took a breath of cold air. The pain from being hit by the rattan stick was so severe that it penetrated into the bone marrow.

Of course, when he heard his seventh uncle say this, he felt relieved.

What Seventh Uncle just said was indeed right. I don't seem to have any right for Seventh Uncle to send little paper figures to keep an eye on me all the time.

Overthinking, overthinking.

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Song Feng smiled slightly, and then gave him a mysterious look:

"You'll know later..."

Seeing that Seventh Uncle had that signature expression again, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but murmured softly:

"Then when I find out what this thing is made of, I'll get two of them. It really hurts when you hit someone with this thing."

"But it's better not to let the master know how the things are made, otherwise, Wencai and I will be in trouble."

Seeing Qiu Sheng mumbling there, Song Feng smiled and shook his head, then came to the edge of a bush:
"The secret passage is right here. Qiu Sheng, go and open the stone slab underneath."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng took a look at the surrounding environment, and then carefully felt around for some nearby stones.

Sure enough, as he touched it carefully, he found that there was indeed an iron ring in the pile of stones next to it:
“…Hey, open it for me!!”

As he exerted great force, he saw a long chain being pulled out along the iron ring.

"Rumble..."

The sound of a mechanism being triggered was heard.

The next moment, a secret room that could allow people to walk down appeared on the flat ground. Seeing this scene, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but open his eyes wide, and then said in surprise:
"I didn't expect there really is a secret room here. Who built a secret room here in this remote place?"

Although this place is indeed within the area where Renjia Village is located, it is indeed a bit desolate.

Normal people would build a secret room under a wealthy family's house so that it would be convenient to hide things, but he could not think of building a secret room in this remote place.

The main reason is that the price-performance ratio is not high.

As the secret room was opened, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew out from inside:
"call……"

The next moment, only a small paper man, only one inch in size, was seen, and was blown out by a gust of cold wind.

"Chi chi chi..."

Immediately afterwards, the little paper man was seen floating in the air and then landed on Song Feng's outstretched palm.

Look at the way he's dancing and jumping around, it looks like he's reporting something.

Although Qiu Sheng didn't understand how the paper man communicated with his seventh uncle, he also knew that it was best to keep quiet at this time.

Finally, after the little paper man finished speaking, Song Feng nodded:
"Well, okay, I understand. You can go back first..."

After he finished speaking, Song Feng gently raised his palm upwards.

Then, the little paper man suddenly jumped up from his hand and circled around Song Feng with the help of the breeze in the air.

Then he jumped directly into the shadow behind Song Feng and disappeared.

"Everyone in this secret room is dead, and there aren't any traps inside. When you enter the secret room next time, just be careful not to bump into anything..."

After he finished speaking, Song Feng leaned on the rattan stick in his hand and walked towards the secret room step by step.

Seeing the actions of Uncle Seven, Qiu Sheng quickly followed:

"Seventh Uncle, please slow down. Let me lead the way for you."

After he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng hurriedly took two steps forward and then took the torch to light the way ahead.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's actions, Song Feng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, and then slowly said:
"Since you have this intention, then I will not say anything more..."

As Qiu Sheng continued to light the surrounding oil lamps, the secret room below was gradually lit up.

However, when Qiu Sheng walked to the bottom of the secret room, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise:

"What...what is going on?"

Upon closer inspection, I saw that the space in the secret room below was actually quite large.

The entire space was divided into several parts, the largest of which was something like a bookshelf.

What was placed on the bookshelf were not books, but rows and rows of glass test tubes, both red and blue, which looked very strange.

In the relatively smaller space on the other side, there is a set up experimental bed.

There are also restraints placed above and below the bed, which look like they are used to tie people up:

"Seventh uncle, it's a foreigner!"

Upon closer inspection, I saw that not only were there a few gangster-like people dead in the secret room, but there was even a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner lying next to the experimental table.

Seeing the blond and blue-eyed foreigner, Song Feng walked over slowly with his rattan stick.

After seeing his seventh uncle's actions, Qiu Sheng also looked very carefully at the many dead people bitten by zombies.

"Seventh Uncle, these people were bitten to death by zombies, but they were only sucked of blood and were not infected with corpse poison."

"I'm afraid this place is related to the Nintendo that can be seen in the daytime!"

When talking about Nintendo, Qiu Sheng's face couldn't help but become very solemn.

A zombie that can appear in broad daylight, and is not afraid of magic. Even the master may not be able to handle the jumping around, let alone him.

This thing won’t come back to haunt me, right?
Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng even clenched his fist subconsciously:
"Seventh Uncle. If that zombie comes back again, you go first. I will stop him here."

Looking at Qiu Sheng, who suddenly became very cautious as if he had imagined something in his mind.

Walking up to the foreigner, Song Feng, who was observing the cause of his death, couldn't help but knock on his head with a cane from a distance:
"This is just a foreigner's underground laboratory. What's there to be worth Nintendo's surprise attack?"

"Look around and take away anything you can use. Maybe you can sell it for a little extra money to help with your family expenses."

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng, who had been cautious just now, now had his eyes slightly lit up:
"Seventh Uncle, what you said makes sense!"

Look at these things here, they should be foreigners' stuff, especially those glass bottles and glass tubes.

These things may not be very valuable to foreigners, but the local rich people have never seen them.

If he cleaned up these foreign things and took them out to sell, he would probably be able to fetch a sky-high price, right?

Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng, after confirming what danger there was, went straight to a laboratory-like place to tinker with those Western things.

Looking at Qiu Sheng's fits, Song Feng shook his head helplessly:

"Young people still need to practice..."

Shaking his head, Song Feng ignored Qiu Sheng who was messing around in the lab and easily took out a notebook-like thing from the foreigner's chest:
"Being able to create a zombie that is invulnerable to all attacks, I'm afraid these experimental notes and records will be quite useful."

Thinking about it, I looked at the notebook in my hand and saw that everything written on it was in English.

After taking a few glances at the notebook filled with secrets that looked like an experimental record, Song Feng then turned his gaze towards the Westerner:
"Foreigners who can travel between countries and safely study vampires and zombies are not good people..."

When he said this, he used his cane to gently stretch out the foreigner's fingers completely.

Take a closer look.

All you could see in his hand was a tattered rag doll that was only the size of a finger.

"Om..."

As the rag doll fell out of his hands, there seemed to be an inexplicable aura floating in the entire laboratory.

"…A vengeful spirit? A ghost?"

Looking at the broken doll that seemed to have a bit of strange spirituality, Song Feng called out to Qiu Sheng in the distance:

"Qiu Sheng, don't bother with those things for now. Seal up the rag doll on the ground first and show it to your master later..."

Let me finish one chapter today. I’m a little tired, so I’ll take a rest.

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(End of this chapter)