After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 160 The Death Curse

The little paper servant stuck to Geng Qiushan's back, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

Geng Qiushan's shiny black hair hung down to his neck, and he could reach it with just a slight stretch of his hand.

When everyone in the house was paying attention to the brazier on the balcony, the little paper servant reached out, grabbed a hair and pulled it hard.

"Hiss!" Geng Qiushan felt a pain in his scalp. He reached out to touch it, but felt nothing and there was no one behind him.

I felt something was wrong, but I couldn't tell why.

Suppressing his uneasiness, he said to the kidnapper boss:
"Go to the brazier and talk to your dead friend. Ask him to use this money to send you a dream!"

The kidnapper leader was half-believing and half-doubting, but he had no choice at this time. Geng Qiushan's men had already taken him to the brazier.

After burning the paper, the kidnapper leader was given a cup of water mixed with medicine, and he immediately felt sleepy.

When he woke up again, his attitude was completely different.

He really dreamed of his friend who had died many years ago, and in the dream he was thanking himself for burning money for him!

This money can really be spent down there!
"I'm right, right? How about it? Now you can tell me what you know!"

Geng Qiushan said, "As long as you're willing to tell me, I'll prepare a large pile of paper money for you and your brothers, so that you can have an easier journey to the underworld. Paper money from other places won't be as effective as this."

Song Miaozhu had just finished making the cursed paper figure of Geng Qiushan, and when she heard this, she shook her head secretly.

Those paper money were all made from high-quality money molds, and the quality was indeed good, but it was also because they were burned by the kidnapper boss that they were able to add some power of remembrance to them, turning them into ghost money of good value.

But after the kidnapper leader died, even if Geng Qiushan kept his promise, what he would burn would only be an empty money mold, and there would probably be no ghost life inside.

Just as I was thinking about this, I heard the kidnapper boss say:
"Burn the money for my brothers first and I'll talk later!"

Although it might just be a coincidence, at least his brothers can get valuable ghost money.

Geng Qiushan agreed.

The kidnapper leader felt that he was going to die anyway. The witch in Lingcheng would not let him go, and Geng Qiushan would not let him go either. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well get some money to spend after his death.

Geng Qiushan had already made the cursed paper figure Song Miaozhu, but he had not yet started cursing because he was waiting for the reaction from the kidnapper boss!
How could she possibly let him reveal his secret?

A new round of paper burning began over there, and Song Miaozhu no longer hesitated.

He directly mobilized his spiritual power and cast a death curse on the kidnapper leader without leaving any trace.

The sudden heart pangs almost made him fall into the brazier, but the people holding him from behind pulled him back in time.

But this time, he never raised his head again.

"What? Dead?" Geng Qiushan stood up in shock after hearing his subordinates' words and personally checked his breath: "Really dead? How could he die?"

This death was too sudden!

Geng Qiushan had no idea what was going on.

At this moment, Song Miaozhu looked at the paper figure under the needle turning into ashes, and she was much calmer than she had imagined.

After practicing the art of cursing paper figures for such a long time, this was the first time she had actually cursed a living person to death.

Perhaps because she had killed a kidnapper who had ill intentions towards her, she did not have any feelings about killing someone for the first time. She was more surprised that it was so easy to curse someone to death.

Human life is much more fragile than she imagined.

Just poke a needle into the paper man's head and curse him to die suddenly, and that's it.

Suddenly I began to understand why in the last era of spiritual practice, the "Secret Art of Paper-making", especially the paper man curse, was considered a unorthodox practice or even a sorcery.

If this falls into the wrong hands, it can take someone's life without anyone knowing.

The kidnapper leader died suddenly. Geng Qiushan felt unlucky and ordered: "Deal with it!" It was really a waste of all his paper money.

He now even suspected that the reason they failed to succeed was not because Song Miaozhu really had some extraordinary abilities, but because these guys were too useless.

He dismissed his men, moved an inconspicuous book on the bookshelf, and entered a secret room.

Song Miaozhu quickly asked the invisible little paper servant to follow.

She wanted to wait until Geng Qiushan was alone before cursing him to death.

In order to prevent his death process from being seen by others and arousing suspicion.

Song Miaozhu was confident that she could kill the kidnapper leader with one injection, but she was not sure that she could kill Geng Qiushan with one injection.

It would be safer to wait until he is alone.

It is still necessary for the little paper servant to follow in and monitor his current environment.

Fortunately, there was definitely no one in such a hidden secret room, which made it convenient for her to take action.

The bookshelf closed, and in the secret room, Geng Qiushan picked up a book.

Song Miaozhu twisted the sewing needle in her hand and rolled it twice in the rooster's blood. She gathered her spiritual power on the tip of the needle and began to pierce the cursed paper figure's eyebrows.

"The spiritual platform is broken, and the cultivation is completely destroyed! The spiritual platform is broken, and the cultivation is completely destroyed..."

It would be much easier to destroy his cultivation first and then curse him to death.

Geng Qiushan suddenly felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows. He looked inward at his spiritual space and found that it was filled with an ominous aura that was rapidly corroding his spiritual space.

In desperation, he used his spiritual power to block it.

It had some effect at first, but his spiritual power was limited.

He had accumulated so much spiritual energy by driving around Guangcheng every day to make paper-made objects and absorb spiritual energy. Now, in order to resist the ominous energy, he was consuming it rapidly. In less than a minute, he was running out of spiritual energy.

Then the red spirit crystal shattered, the spirit space became dark, and the cultivation and foundation were completely destroyed.

"No!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"How could this happen? Who is plotting against me?"

Before he had time to think deeply, he felt a sharp pain in his body and his mind suddenly became dazed.

Song Miaozhu saw through the little paper servant that the red spiritual light between his eyebrows dimmed and disappeared, and knowing that his cultivation was gone, he began to cast the real killing curse.

Each time he pierced the paper man, each time hitting a vital spot.

The top of the head, throat, heart, lungs... As expected of a body nourished by spiritual power, Song Miaozhu stabbed it three times before the paper figures in his hands turned into ashes.

In the secret room, Geng Qiushan fell to the ground and fell into eternal darkness.

The little paper servant hiding on the side stepped forward to check and found that the body was indeed dead.

Song Miaozhu saw a book from the picture sent by the little paper servant. Looking at the corners of the pages, it seemed to be quite old, and she became a little curious.

There is nothing in this secret room except this book. It must be something very important!

"Go and look at that book!"

The little paper servant carefully jumped over the blood that Geng Qiushan had spit on the ground and came to the book that had fallen on the ground.

"The Secret Art of Paper Folding?"

When Song Miaozhu saw the words on the cover, her pupils shrank slightly.

Geng Qiushan also has a book called "The Secret Art of Paper-making"?
(End of this chapter)