From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

"My ears! My ears!"

Ah! Ah!

Several petty thugs who usually bullied others were rolling on the ground, covering their ears and howling in agony, their screams like pigs being slaughtered.

The commotion was so great that it attracted a crowd of passersby, some of whom were diners who had just been kicked out of their restaurants. Seeing Liu San and his friends being taught a lesson, they felt a sense of relief.

In the blink of an eye, a crowd had gathered outside the breakfast stall, with some uninformed people pointing and whispering about the people rolling around and wailing inside.

"Aren't those Liu San and his gang? They're usually arrogant and domineering, bullying the villagers. They've finally met their match."

"Who is that young man? We have such a handsome young man in Wuliu Town? He looks familiar, but I just can't remember who he is..."

"Hey, do you remember the Zhang family in Wuliu Town who made paper crafts a few years ago? That was Zhang Zhixuan, the spendthrift son of the Zhang family."

"Huh? That's Zhang Zhixuan? Really? He always seems so timid and cowardly, who would have guessed this kid is so amazing?"

Zhang Zhixuan listened to the whispers of the people around him, and couldn't help but sigh, then his gaze fell on the few people rolling on the ground.

"Alright, your screams are worse than a pig being slaughtered. If you scream again, I'll rip your tongues out!" Zhang Zhixuan said, and Liu San and the others immediately shut up.

Zhang Zhixuan sat on the stool and tapped the table with his fingers: "Liu San, come sit here."

Just moments ago, Liu San was arrogant and domineering, completely disregarding Zhang Zhixuan. Now, he didn't dare utter a word. Upon hearing Zhang Zhixuan call him over, he immediately scrambled to his feet and sheepishly stood by the table, waiting.

"Oh, Third Master, you're being too polite. Please have a seat."

"Master Zhang... Master Zhang, you can just call me Liu San. I don't deserve the title of Master San. Please sit down, I'll stand here..." Liu San was dejected and looked disheveled, completely lacking the imposing manner he had shown earlier.

"If we had spoken properly earlier, none of this would have happened. Now let's talk about our past debts. How much do I owe you?" Zhang Zhixuan asked.

Liu San replied without hesitation: "No, I don't owe you a single penny."

"Oh? No way. I told you, I'm the kind of person who wants everything to be clear-cut. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Now tell me, how much money do you owe me?"

"I owe you..."

"Huh? No..."

Liu San was about to reply when he suddenly realized something was wrong. Had he heard correctly? Paying back debts is a matter of course. Didn't you owe me money? How did it become me owing him money?

Zhang Zhixuan tapped the table, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What's wrong? You're missing an ear, and your other good ear isn't working either? Didn't you hear me? Do you want me to repeat it?"

"No, no..." Liu San felt his whole body stiffen, his tongue seemed to be tied in knots, and he stammered, unable to speak for a long time.

"Then tell me, how much money do you owe me?"

"I...I owe you thirty silver dollars!" Liu San quickly picked up the bag of money and respectfully placed it in front of Zhang Zhixuan.

"Alright, look around, there are so many people watching. Let's write it down and put our fingerprints on it," Zhang Zhixuan said, taking out the document he had prepared beforehand and placing it on the table.

Liu San held up his only remaining good hand, his face contorted in a mournful expression. After hesitating for a long while, he gritted his teeth and pressed his handprint firmly.

Zhang Zhixuan carefully put away the receipt, then gestured towards the food stall that had been smashed to pieces by a few thugs: "Liu San, it's not right to eat here without paying, is it?"

Liu San bowed and scraped, saying, "No, no, I'll pay for the meal right away."

"Just paying for the meal isn't enough? You wrecked their stall, so you have to pay for it too!"

"I'll pay you back! I'll pay you back! Hurry up and get out of the way!" Liu San vented his anger on the thugs, kicking them a few times until they quickly rolled to the side. Then Liu San took out some money and handed it to the food stall owner.

"Third Master, please don't... no need, no need..."

The food stall owner refused to take the money, but just then, the boy with the swollen face suddenly stretched out his hand and said, word by word, "Give it to me."

Liu San and his companions were taken aback, then glared fiercely at the boy, who, however, showed no fear and took all the money.

"Mr. Zhang, everything's settled with the money. What do you think...?"

"If you continue down this path, I'll cut your heads off and sew them onto this dead dog's body. Now get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Liu San and his gang felt as if they had been granted a pardon. The group of thugs scrambled away in a flash. Liu San picked up his severed hand and hurriedly ran outside the stall. He looked back at the headless black dog corpse with a sinister expression. When his gaze fell on the two paper puppet soldiers next to Zhang Zhixuan, he shuddered violently and dared not linger any longer, quickly fleeing for his life.

Watching Liu San and the others scramble away, Zhang Zhixuan took out two copper coins and placed them on the table: "Boss, this is my meal payment."

Then, he walked out of the food stall and turned to leave.

The boy looked up, his gaze burning as he watched Zhang Zhixuan's departing figure. He then solemnly addressed the still-trembling food stall owner beside him, saying, "Father, I want to practice martial arts!"

Zhang Zhixuan returned to his dilapidated old house and put the bag of money back exactly as it was. He had originally planned to pay off his gambling debts on this trip and settle all debts thereafter.

Unexpectedly, Liu San still thought Zhang Zhixuan was the same weak and incompetent spendthrift son he used to be, someone who would obediently submit to a few threats, only to end up losing an ear and an arm.

"Given Liu San's character, after suffering such a great loss, he's probably only backing down temporarily and will likely seek revenge later. Rather than waiting for his retaliation, it's better to go all the way and eliminate him completely..."

Zhang Zhixuan thought about it and realized that he did need to be careful. Although the times were chaotic, openly killing someone in a place like Wuliu Town was not as simple as cutting a watermelon.

How to achieve a clean, neat, and seamless result was something Zhang Zhixuan had to consider.

late at night.

The only brothel in Wuliu Town was still brightly lit, with a group of beautiful women attracting countless male customers who lingered there.

"Mr. Liu, you're so hot-tempered. Why don't you stay here tonight and I'll help you cool down..."

"Get lost! I'm not in the mood for that!"

Liu San kicked the heavily made-up woman aside, picked up his wine jug, and staggered out.

His head and hands were wrapped in bandages, and the pain from the severed hand and ear still agonized him.

Liu San, his expression fierce, gulped down several mouthfuls of wine and cursed, "Damn it, Zhang Zhixuan, this feud with you isn't over! If I, Liu San, don't grind you to dust, I'll change my surname!"

Liu San suffered a great loss at Zhang Zhixuan's hands during the day. After treating his wounds, he immediately asked someone to send a message to his elder brothers.

His eldest brother joined the Shandong warlord clique in his early years and became a regimental commander with his ruthless and fearless spirit. He had guns, cannons, and soldiers under his command and could even talk to the Shandong warlord. With his eldest brother's power and wealth, his second brother entered the largest martial arts school in Tianjin and learned excellent skills.

Liu Sangan runs a gambling den in Wuliu Town and often leads a gang of thugs to run rampant, relying entirely on the power and influence of his two older brothers.

But his eldest brother looked down on Liu San the most, thinking he was a hopeless case. However, his second brother doted on him the most. Liu San thought to himself: No matter whether his eldest brother would come to help him get revenge after hearing the news, at least his second brother would definitely come!

"Zhang Zhixuan, wait until my second brother comes, and see how I deal with you!" Thinking of this, Liu San finally felt a little better. He grabbed the wine jug, tilted his head back, and took a few more big gulps of wine.

"Huff... huff..."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Liu San shivered, sobering up a bit.

He looked around, but it was pitch black. He realized that he had unknowingly wandered outside the town.

"Coo coo coo...coo coo coo..."

In the darkness, the eerie cries of the night owl sounded like bursts of mournful laughter, sending a chill down Liu San's spine.

"Damn it, what's there to be afraid of? Why am I such a coward..." For some reason, Liu San felt uneasy standing outside the dark town, as if something was silently following him.

"Take a piss, then go home..."

Feeling the urge to urinate, Liu San randomly picked a tree and was about to unzip his pants.

Suddenly, with a thud, Liu San felt his eyes spin and fall to the ground, while his body was standing right next to them.

The next second, the headless corpse fell backward. Liu San's last sight was of a paper figure with a smiling face drawn on it.