The metaphysical mother returns, and the villain son stands at attention

Chapter 248 Paper Man’s Self-Understanding

Huo Xingchen turned around and opened his arms to Huo Yunjing, "I don't want to watch it anymore. It's boring."

Huo Yunjing carried the man down and brushed the dust off his clothes.

Huo Xingchen thanked him politely and ran back to Gu Qingyin. The paper man had already taken shape.

"Are you going to finish it?"

Gu Qingyin nodded, "Almost. Just give it a god and it will be able to move."

Huo Xingchen was very curious, "How to give godhood?"

Gu Qingyin took out a brush and said, "Add the finishing touch."

Huo Xingchen watched his mother use a brush to paint two red eyes on the paper figure, with an expression that showed she had learned something.

Gu Ziqian couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he said, "Don't teach the kid bad things. Using a red pen to dot the eyes can easily attract evil spirits, and if you can't suppress them, they will backfire. It's better to use a black pen to be safe."

Huo Xingchen suddenly realized that not everyone can draw red eyes. He was not strong enough, so he should just draw black eyes after learning how to make paper-cut objects.

Gu Qingyin was also stunned, "Can't the red pen be used to touch the eyes?"

Gu Ziqian thought she was deliberately using the red pen to tease the child, but seeing her like this, he suddenly became unsure, "Didn't your master teach you?"

Gu Qingyin recalled it, and it seemed that, when she dotted the eyes with a red pen for the first time, her master had a complicated expression on his face, but she didn't stop her. Later, except that the paper man she dotted was a little naughty and had to be beaten by her several times before he behaved well, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it?

Gu Ziqian understood, and then laughed angrily. How could he find a disciple? Why couldn't he?

Gu Qingyin didn't dare to speak, but silently clicked his eyes and poked his forehead to give the paper figurine some wisdom.

The next second, the seemingly weak paper man stood up. He was about 1.4 meters tall, more than a head taller than Huo Xingchen. He still had to look up at the paper man.

The paper figure first bowed to Gu Qingyin, then looked down at Huo Xingchen, paused for two seconds, and also bowed.

Huo Xingchen was happy and returned the greeting.

Gu Ziqian looked at it in surprise. It was the first time he saw a paper figure drawn with a red pen be so polite.

If the enlightened paper figurine could hear his inner voice, it would surely shed sad tears - don't you see who are the people in this room? How dare it act rashly?
Gu Qingyin walked around the paper figurine and nodded with satisfaction, "Go ahead and ask those people outside the door what's going on. Don't let them block our door if there's nothing to do. It's an eyesore."

The paper man took the sentence out of context and only listened to the second half, which became - drive away those annoying things outside.

It worked again, following the order of the emperor.

Huo Xingchen was curious and followed the paper man.

Zhang Qiuyan was also very curious. Such a clever paper figure was rare.

Just when the witch god was about to break the formation, the gate of the courtyard creaked open, and a paper man jumped out. The door was not closed and was wide open. When he looked up, he saw two people, one adult and one child, standing at the door. There were three adults sitting in the courtyard, and one of them was rocking on a recliner!
The village chief's eyelids twitched and his eyes became more vicious.

The whole family, including men, women, young and old, was together. If they dared to come to their village at this time, they must have brought a lot of stored food.

The village chief was certain in his heart, and called out in a deep voice, "Witch God."

The witch god nodded, picked up the pen, dotted some cinnabar, and was about to step forward to break the formation.

But he was old after all, his arms and legs were not flexible enough, and when he passed by the paper man, the paper man snatched his pen away. The witch god was stunned, watching the paper man write a line of beautiful small characters on his body with his pen.

——The master said, if you are fine, get out of here. If you don’t get out, don’t blame me for being violent.

After the paper man finished writing, he walked back and forth among the crowd with the words, making sure everyone could see them. Then he returned to his original position, stared at the witch god and asked silently: What do you think?
The witch's face darkened and he raised his hand to grab the pen.

The paper man stepped back flexibly, realizing that this man was planning to use force.

That's really good!
It raised its hand and threw the brush at the witch god's face. While the witch god was trying to catch the brush, it kicked him in the chest.

Well... the idea was good, but he overestimated his height. He was short, so his legs were not long enough, so he only kicked the witch god's abdomen, below.

But! This kick had an unexpected effect. The witch god fell directly to the ground, hunched over like a shrimp.

The paper man was quite satisfied. He bent down, grabbed the man's collar and dragged him away. After walking for a while, he looked back, as if he was assessing whether throwing him here would still block their gate.

The village chief and the villagers seemed to be frozen, watching the paper man doing something so outrageous against the witch god. They... were really powerless and could only show anger on their faces.

When the paper man turned around, he saw a group of people glaring at him. He stood there, tilted his head, chose a lucky person, and pointed at the words on his body.

Lucky glared but did nothing.

The paper man shrugged, knocked the man down with one punch, and continued to drag him away.

After throwing it to the witch god, the paper man came back and chose another lucky person, and pointed at the line of words on his body again.

This lucky guy wasn't so stubborn. He stared at the words with a blank look in his eyes. "What does this mean?"

The paper man was stunned, and Huo Xingchen and Zhang Qiuyan who were watching were also stunned.

I had planned everything, but I didn't expect the villagers to be illiterate! What kind of era is this? Not only is there famine, but how come the villagers are still illiterate?
After waiting for a few seconds without getting an answer, the villager wanted to ask again, but as soon as he uttered a word, he was knocked unconscious by the oncoming fist.

The paper man became angry and felt that the villagers were mocking him for not being able to speak, so he simply stopped asking any questions and punched them all away.

The village chief was left until the end. As soon as the paper figurine passed by, he said, "I can walk by myself."

The paper figurine scratched its head, but still punched him - why was he standing at the door for so long when he could walk? Was he provoking it?
Finally, the tree trunk used to break down the door was lifted up by the paper man and thrown at the group of people.

Looking at the clean open space outside the courtyard gate, the paper man nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and found the witch god again.

The witch god had recovered by now, but he still sat cross-legged on the ground without moving, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. When he saw the paper man walking towards him, his body trembled noticeably, "What else do you want to do? If you offend the gods, you will be punished by them!"

The paper man turned a deaf ear to him, took out the brush from his body, and wrote another line of words on his body.

——Don’t let me see you from now on. I’ll beat you up every time I see you!
After reading it, the witch god was so shocked that he couldn't catch his breath and kept rolling his eyes.

The paper man ignored him and went to show it to the village chief again. Then, under the village chief's gloomy gaze, he turned back to the yard and closed the gate.

Huo Xingchen and Zhang Qiuyan were both stunned. The paper man was so strong, punched so fast, and had such a strong aura that the villagers stood still and dared not resist! Too domineering!

Of course, the most amazing one is his mother/Gu Qingyin, who can actually make such an amazing paper figure!

Gu Qingyin, who was admired by others, felt a little dazed after seeing the two lines of words on the paper man.

Is that what she just said?
(End of this chapter)