From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

Zhang Zhixuan held his hands up, without moving an inch.

But the man wearing the deer-face mask was swaying unsteadily, and something seemed wrong. The dagger in his hand clattered to the ground. Just moments ago he was spouting threats, but now he could only stammer and stammer, unable to speak coherently.

"Brother Deer Face, Brother Deer Face, what's wrong with you..." Zhang Zhixuan said in a panicked and anxious tone, and quickly reached out his hands to support the deer-faced masked man who was about to fall.

At this moment, the other three robbers wearing animal face masks looked at each other and sensed that something was wrong. But the boy's hands were right under their noses, and he was so scared that he didn't resist at all. Could it be that their companion had really fallen ill?

"What are you dawdling for? Don't you want your share of the money?!"

The wolf-faced robber, feeling impatient, wondered what his accomplice was up to. He grumbled and stepped forward to see what was going on.

Just then, a pale white paper knife suddenly emerged from the back of the deer-faced robber, its blade slicing diagonally and instantly cleaving the deer-faced man in two.

The foul-smelling blood splattered out like ink, covering the wolf-faced robber completely. In the instant his mind went blank, a pale white shadow flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, his head was severed from his body.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud, while the masked head rolled a long way, landing face up at the feet of the remaining two robbers.

At this point, even the dumbest person would know that they had really messed up.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Run! Run!"

Two panicked screams rang out one after the other. Of the remaining two, one took off running, while the other was so frightened that he wet his pants, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground, rolling and crawling, unable to get up despite trying to run.

Zhang Zhixuan waved his hand and pointed, and the paper puppet soldiers shot out like arrows. With a swift stroke of his sword, he killed another person.

Looking at the last remaining robber lying on the ground, Zhang Zhixuan walked up to him and, mimicking their previous tone, said with a grin, "Run, why aren't you running anymore?"

As Zhang Zhixuan spoke, the paper puppet soldier that had been chasing the fleeing robbers returned carrying the corpse.

The last remaining beast-faced robber looked at the paper puppet soldier who was killing people, his body trembling uncontrollably. His accomplices had been cut in half at the waist, beheaded, or cleaved diagonally, none of them had died a good death. Now he was the only one left. How terrible would his fate be?

"Please...please..."

"I didn't recognize you, immortal! Please, immortal, spare my life!" The last remaining beast-faced bandit cried and begged for mercy repeatedly.

Zhang Zhixuan, wearing a Zhong Kui mask, approached and pointed at the cart of antiques he had acquired from the ghost market. He lowered his voice and imitated the wolf-faced man, saying, "Let you live? Fine, but this cart of stuff isn't enough. Weren't you spending lavishly at the ghost market? Hand over all your money!"

"Money! Yes! Yes!" The robber shakily pulled out a few silver dollars from his body and tried to hand them over, but Zhang Zhixuan stepped on his hand, making him wince in pain.

Zhang Zhixuan ignored him and frowned as he looked at the three corpses on the ground. Of the four robbers, three had been killed, leaving only the one in front of him who was terrified.

"Hey, killing someone is easy, but cleaning up the mess afterwards is really difficult."

Zhang Zhixuan clicked his tongue, looked at the terrified robber in front of him, squatted down and asked, "Tell me, how did you dispose of the bodies when you had people on your hands before?"

"Sink...sink into the river! Find a few big rocks, tie them to your body, and throw them into a deeper part of the river. There are plenty of fish and shrimp at the bottom, and they'll devour everything in no time, leaving not even bone fragments. It's never gone wrong!" the robber replied, as if showing off a treasure.

Zhang Zhixuan nodded: "That's a good idea."

After saying that, he looked at the robber and said, "Since you know the ropes, you're in charge of disposing of these corpses. If you do a good job, I'll not only spare your life, but also give you a good reward. How about it?"

The robber was stunned by Zhang Zhixuan's words, staring at him in disbelief. After a long pause, he stammered, "Are you serious?"

"really!"

Having received the promise, the beast-faced robbers were full of energy. They quickly found their usual tools and cleaned up the scene with ease. They then loaded the mutilated corpses onto a cart, covered them with a tattered straw mat, and dragged them to a wild river in the wilderness. There, they tied stones to the cart and sank the entire carcass into the river.

The river was extremely deep, and it instantly submerged all the corpses without a trace.

Seeing that the matter had been handled cleanly and efficiently, the beast-faced robber turned around to ask Zhang Zhixuan for credit and reward, when the paper puppet soldier behind him suddenly raised his knife and ended his life.

Zhang Zhixuan nodded as he looked at the dead robbers lying on the ground and praised, "Well done. Professionals are indeed doing professional work."

"What? I went back on my word? It was a paper doll that killed you. What does that have to do with me, Zhang Zhixuan?"

After Zhang Zhixuan finished speaking, he had a sudden thought, and the paper puppet soldiers immediately followed suit, tying the corpse to a stone and sinking it into the river, while also throwing the cart and other items into the river.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw several large, dark shadows, each over a meter long, appear in the river.

Zhang Zhixuan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that this was not an ordinary fish or shrimp eating the corpse, but clearly it had been eaten by a strange fish in the river.

Knowing that he should not stay here any longer, Zhang Zhixuan immediately recalled the paper puppet soldiers and rushed back.

Zhang Zhixuan followed the alley where Master Zhao and Lin Shuyao had fled, searching for their whereabouts. He hadn't gone far when he encountered Master Zhao and Lin Shuyao leading a dozen or so men rushing towards him menacingly.

"Uncle! Shuyao!" Zhang Zhixuan knew that this was Second Master Zhao going back to call for help, and his heart warmed, so he quickly called out.

When Master Zhao saw Zhang Zhixuan, he hurried over and looked him up and down. Seeing that he was unharmed, he finally felt relieved: "Are you alright, child? Where are the others?"

"Don't worry, Uncle. They were just a few petty thieves. I scared them away with a little trick."

Master Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and cursed, "Hmph! These bastards ran fast enough, otherwise I'd break their legs!"

Lin Shuyao stood to the side, her eyes red-rimmed. Seeing that Zhang Zhixuan was safe and sound, she burst into tears: "Master! You're back! I thought something had happened to you!"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry." After some comforting words, Lin Shuyao finally stopped crying.

With the matter resolved peacefully, Second Master Zhao waved his hand and laughed, "Come on! I'll take you to have a hot breakfast to warm up your bodies after staying up all night and calm your nerves."

"Okay, Uncle, please lead the way."

Zhang Zhixuan answered with a smile, then turned around and had someone take the cart of goods he had bought from the ghost market back to the Zhao residence. Afterward, the three of them went to the nearest breakfast shop.

After all that trouble, when we returned to Wuliu Town, the crossroads were bustling with activity.

Master Zhao led Zhang Zhixuan and Lin Shuyao into a breakfast shop called "Dafulai" and found an empty seat.

Despite its small storefront, the shop was packed with people inside and out. The sounds of shouts, clinking bowls and chopsticks, and casual conversation mingled together, carrying with them the rich aroma of braised dishes, sesame paste, and roasted mung bean noodles, instantly whetting Zhang Zhixuan's appetite, which had been craving food all the way.