From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

The paper puppet soldiers have no sense of pain, no fear, and no ability to run away. They only obey Zhang Zhixuan's orders and act as ruthless killers.

In contrast, the soldiers and bandits, though armed with guns and knives, suffered a complete collapse in morale after their two leaders were killed by the paper puppet soldiers, and all they wanted to do was flee for their lives.

Unfortunately, they couldn't escape the paper puppet soldiers who were like gods of death.

The paper puppet was as fast as a cheetah. In a flash of white, another head fell to the ground. The head was separated from the body, and blood gushed from the neck cavity. The headless corpse ran a few more steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Knowing they couldn't escape, some of the soldiers and bandits knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically and begging for mercy: "Spare me! My lord, spare me! I didn't know the Lord of Justice was here. I have elderly parents and young children at home. Please, Lord of Justice, have mercy and spare my life! From now on... I will definitely reform myself."

"Now you're begging for mercy, but have you ever thought about the innocent people who begged you for mercy before? For people like you, the best way to repent is to die, kill!" Zhang Zhixuan remained unmoved and gave the order directly.

The paper soldier puppet raised its hand and brought down its knife, killing another soldier and bandit.

Some soldiers and bandits knew that begging for mercy was useless. After witnessing Zhang Zhixuan and the paper puppet soldiers' ruthless killing, their psychological defenses completely collapsed. They were so frightened that they wet themselves. The next second, the paper puppet soldiers arrived and mercilessly swung their paper knives, sending them to their deaths as well.

In the blink of an eye, all the dozen or so bandits were killed. Those who tried to escape were ultimately not able to escape the pursuit of the paper puppet soldiers. Zhang Zhixuan knew that the enemy had to be eliminated at the root, otherwise these people would go on to harm other innocent people sooner or later.

The incident happened quickly and ended just as quickly. By the time everything was settled, the open space was stained with blood, and corpses lay scattered everywhere.

Everyone felt as if they had just narrowly escaped death. After a period of lingering fear, they were finally convinced that they were out of danger.

"Mother!"

"My poor child..."

In the chaos, some refugees were also hit by stray bullets and died innocently, adding to the suffering of the already displaced refugees.

Zhang Zhixuan recalled the paper puppet soldiers to inspect the damage to the two paper puppet soldiers.

"I was riddled with bullet holes, but fortunately my skeleton wasn't badly damaged, so my mobility wasn't greatly affected."

Zhang Zhixuan recalled the battle just now and analyzed it carefully. The soldiers and bandits had a huge numerical advantage and also had knives and guns, but they were still being slaughtered one-sidedly by the paper puppet soldiers. In reality, these things were even more powerful than he had imagined. At least against ordinary people, they could completely crush them.

However, Zhang Zhixuan also discovered the current weakness of the paper puppet soldiers: they lacked ranged attacks and could only fight in close combat.

We live in the age of firearms, where guns and cannons reign supreme. If we were to encounter truly formidable firepower, we would be utterly doomed.

As he was thinking, someone with sharp eyes suddenly noticed two paper figures standing quietly in front of Zhang Zhixuan. He immediately realized that this was the great benefactor who had just used the paper figures to save them from the band of bandits.

"Quickly! Kneel down and kowtow to your benefactor!" An elderly woman with silver hair walked up to Zhang Zhixuan with her young grandson. She knelt down first and then instructed her grandson.

The child immediately knelt down before Zhang Zhixuan and kowtowed repeatedly, saying in a childish voice, "My benefactor, thank you so much for saving my life!"

"My benefactor, please accept my bow!"

Seeing this, the other refugees also stepped forward, knelt down, and thanked Zhang Zhixuan for saving their lives.

Zhang Zhixuan hurriedly stepped forward and helped them up one by one, saying, "No, no, fellow villagers, I can't accept such a great gesture from you all. Please get up, please get up..."

"We deserve it! If it weren't for our benefactor's intervention, we would have all been eaten and slaughtered by these bandits!"

His words stirred up a huge wave of discussion, and in an instant, everyone echoed his sentiments.

But just then, someone shouted, "That brat named Little Tiger is gone!"

"Damn it, he must have sensed something was wrong and ran away beforehand."

Curses poured in. People had only offered him a helping hand out of pity, but instead, their kindness was taken advantage of. How could this not make people angry?

Zhang Zhixuan also found it strange. The boy seemed to have disappeared before he made his move. He didn't investigate further; if the boy ran away, so be it.

Looking at the corpses lying scattered on the open ground, a scene of utter chaos, Zhang Zhixuan said, "Please collect these corpses. These bandits should have some looted money and food on them. Let's count them and divide them among yourselves."

Upon hearing that they could receive money and food, the refugees were full of energy. Before long, they had collected the corpses, dug a large pit, and buried them. The money, food, weapons, and ammunition that the bandits had stolen were also counted.

"My benefactor, there are forty-six silver dollars, a hundred or so copper coins, and some dry rations. As for the weapons and ammunition, they're all here..."

Zhang Zhixuan looked at them, nodded, and said, "Although these things were all stolen by this group, they have already been executed, and these stolen goods will not be returned to their original owners. You have all fled here during a difficult time, so don't be shy, let's divide them up."

Everyone looked at each other, but no one took it. Zhang Zhixuan looked around and understood. He stepped forward, picked up a silver coin, and said, "I'll take it. Please help yourselves."

After Zhang Zhixuan started, everyone else followed suit.

There wasn't much food, just enough for the refugees to share, and no one dared to take more than their share under Zhang Zhixuan's watchful eye.

After everyone had received their share of money and provisions, Zhang Zhixuan noticed that the old man driving the mule cart was all alone to one side. When he saw Zhang Zhixuan looking at him, the old man looked ashamed and said, "Young man, I...I'm sorry..."

"This isn't your fault, don't feel guilty," Zhang Zhixuan said, placing the silver coin he had just taken into the old man's hand. "Grandpa, I'd like to buy your cart of fruits, do you think that's enough?"

"This..." The old man was stunned. During the chaos just now, his cart of fruits and vegetables was badly damaged. Even if they were all intact, he wouldn't be worth a single silver dollar if he took them all to Tianjin and sold them.

At this moment, the old man's words caught in his throat. He looked at Zhang Zhixuan for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence: "Young man, I..."

"Then it's decided."

Zhang Zhixuan smiled, stuffed the silver dollar into the old man's hand, and then called to the refugees fleeing the famine: "Fellow villagers, come and take all the fruits and vegetables from the cart and distribute them."

Everyone had endured hunger and thirst throughout the journey, and upon hearing that Zhang Zhixuan was going to distribute the fruits, they quickly gathered around and divided up the entire cart of fruits.

Zhang Zhixuan munched on a melon, glancing at the knives and guns laid out on the ground. The knives were obvious, but Zhang Zhixuan was more interested in the guns and bullets.

He picked up the Mauser pistol that the bald man had used before, casually weighed it in his hand, and it felt like a lump of iron, quite heavy. Then he picked up a rifle.

Looking at the rifle in his hand, a bold idea suddenly popped into Zhang Zhixuan's mind.

Can this gun be used on paper puppet soldiers?

Zhang Zhixuan summoned the paper puppet soldiers and ordered them to pick up the rifles. The two paper puppets immediately carried out the order, but to Zhang Zhixuan's amusement and exasperation, while they did pick up the guns, they did not put down the paper knives they were holding. When the paper knives grazed the guns, the sharp paper knives cut the barrels off.

"Not quite right? How about holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other?" Zhang Zhixuan gave a new command, and to his surprise, the paper puppet could handle dual-wielding without any problems. However, when Zhang Zhixuan ordered it to pull the bolt to reload and fire, the paper puppet's ability to execute the command was not so good.

"Forget it, let's discuss this another time. We have other important things to take care of."

Zhang Zhixuan packed up the pistol and its bullets and hid them inside the paper puppet. He destroyed and buried the other rifles that he couldn't take with him, because carrying these things would be too conspicuous and could easily cause trouble.

After repacking, Zhang Zhixuan rode in the old man's mule cart and parted ways with the refugees fleeing the famine. The old man's cart was no longer loaded with fruits and vegetables, and he headed straight for Tianjin, familiar with the route.

Bored on the way, Zhang Zhixuan suddenly remembered that during the battle with the soldiers and bandits, one of them called himself a "law wielder".