The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 265: Paper missiles that exceed the standard, even the King of Hell would scramble for them

The man's head didn't hurt much after being hit, but his expression changed.

He didn't look back, and could see the appearance of the paper missile through the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

Some of these paper weapons are now more powerful than the Ghost King’s ghost weapons, especially those of this style, which are even more powerful.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also shocked.

[I've never seen such a big paper missile. Where did she get it from? What will happen if it burns?]

[I thought paper pistols and paper grenades were outrageous enough, but I didn’t expect there would be missiles! ]

[This paper missile looks exactly like the missile developed by the army before the end of the world. I can’t imagine how powerful it is! ]

[This thing seems to be solid. I just hit the bald head with it, but it didn't even flatten it! ]

[It’s even more terrifying if it’s solid! It’s said that the power of paper weapons is related to the fineness of the paper. The finer the paper, the more powerful it is! ]

Xuanyuan Xi, who originally thought that Song Mang was dead, was stunned for a while when he saw Song Mang appear safely and take out such a paper weapon.

Xuanyuan Xi couldn't help but look at the friend just now, walked over and said to him, "Ouyang, I remember you know a big man who makes paper-made things, and he has a lot of paper-made weapons.

"Look at the paper missile in this live broadcast room. How powerful is this thing? Can it compare to the full force attack of the Ghost King's ghost weapon?"

"Why are you still watching that live broadcast?"

Ouyang Chen took a look at his paper phone and found that Song Mang appeared in the live broadcast room.

He couldn't help but wonder, "This woman is not dead? Is she putting on a show with this bloody skeleton man? If she was really eaten by the human skin chair, there is absolutely no way she could survive!"

"Don't worry about the relationship between her and the Bloody Skull. What do you think of this paper missile?"

Xuanyuan Xi knew that he was prejudiced against those internet anchors, and he was too lazy to explain these things about Song Mang.

"so so."

Ouyang Chen said indifferently.

"For this kind of missile, my friend can make it just by looking at a picture. But making paper weapons is not just about making one that looks similar to the picture. There are a lot of tricks involved.

If you are not a paper-making craftsman who has inherited the art from generation to generation, it is difficult to capture the essence of paper-making. If you can only make something that looks similar, it will be useless.

This paper missile of hers is probably just an ordinary model, it’s useless even if it’s burned.”

Xuanyuan Xi said, "She also has paper sniper rifles and paper fighter jets, which can be used even if they are burned. If I remember correctly, your friends can't make such paper items, right?"

Making paper weapons does not mean you can just build a model with paper and burn it and then use it. The kind of paper model that is casually built will not fall into the hands of the weird even if it is burned before the end of the world, and naturally it cannot be used as a weapon after it is burned in the end of the world.

When making professional paper-made items, you need to chant spells while making them!
These professional paper-made spells and talismans can only be mastered by paper-making craftsmen who have passed down the skills from generation to generation.

"What? You said she had paper sniper rifles and fighter jets, and they can still be used after being burned?"

Ouyang Chen had hardly watched Song Mang’s live broadcast, but he knew that she was very popular on the forum.

He stared at the live broadcast room carefully for a while, the expression on his face changing from bright to dark.

"How is this possible... Only the descendants of the Yan family can make this kind of paper-made things, but the Yan family has long since... and all the paper-made items of the Yan family have disappeared."

Could it be that the large quantities of paper-made items that disappeared from the Yan family were all in the hands of this woman named Song Mang?
Ouyang Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Song Mang in the live broadcast room, with murderous intent unconsciously revealed in his eyes.

"No wonder the people my father sent couldn't find it. It turns out someone got there first..." "What didn't you find?"

Xuanyuan Xi heard his mumbling and looked at him in confusion, "Do you know who made this kind of paper-cut?"

"I do not know."

Ouyang Chen noticed Xuanyuan Xi's gaze, so he looked away and said, "Paper sniper rifles and fighter jets are not very difficult things. My friend is researching them.

If you like it, once I have finished my research, I can buy some for you to play with.

As for this paper missile, I think it is useless to burn it. The power of the paper missile is too strong, and no paper craftsman has such strong skills to make it.

The paper craftsman's skills are not enough to make extremely powerful paper weapons. In the process of chanting scriptures and carving spells, the power of the paper will backfire! Unless..."

Unless it was a paper-made item before the end of the world.

At that time, paper items were not weapons that could be used by humans. Any experienced paper craftsman could chant scriptures and engrave spells on any paper.

But according to the Ouyang family's investigation, there were no such paper missiles in the paper-making shop owned by the Yan family.

"Unless what?"

Xuanyuan Xi's voice came again, but Ouyang Chen did not answer him again. Instead, he took out a paper mobile phone and paid attention to Song Mang's live broadcast room.

Not to mention these favored sons of the imperial capital, even Xi Jinzhi was a little surprised to be shocked by Song Mang's paper missiles.

He was standing next to Song Mang and could tell at a glance that this paper missile could be used!
He couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get such a powerful paper weapon? Who helped you make it?"

Song Mang grinned and said, "This is a gift. Because I bought too much, the store owner gave me a bunch of inventory for free. I found this in the inventory."

That’s right, these were also made by Yanzhe’s grandfather!

The old man is a fanatic about paper-making research. When he has nothing to do, he makes a lot of unusual paper-made items.

But because they couldn't be sold, they were not kept in the store, but instead remained in the warehouse, gathering dust.

Song Mang took them all directly!

She can guarantee that there will be absolutely no paper-made items that slip through the net in the Yan family’s store!
"I didn't expect the gifts to be more useful."

Song Mang chuckled and took out a touch-screen remote control from his pocket and said, "The remote control has a built-in positioning map. You can click on the map to send it at a fixed time and point. It can fly anywhere in the world, in the sky or underground.

I just don't know how powerful it will be after it explodes, but I guess it's similar to the missiles in reality, and it will definitely be able to sink an island."

Xi Jinzhi: ???

Live broadcast room audience:? ? ?

[Real or fake? Song Mang is really good at bragging! ]

[Why don’t I believe it? If this thing is so powerful, what’s the point of practicing it! Even if we practice for five hundred years and advance to the Golden Core stage, we may not be able to sink an island at will!]

[Paper weapons are so excessive? I want to change my career and learn how to make paper weapons right now. Is it too late? ]

If the paper rifles, sniper rifles, tanks and fighter jets that Song Mang had taken out before were enough to make the ten great ghost generals in the underworld scramble to buy them.

Well, the paper-made positioning missiles she took out this time are enough to drive the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld crazy!

Xi Jinzhi was silent for a long time, but he couldn't help himself and said to her, "It's better not to waste such a useful thing on a human player. Will you... sell it to me?"