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It was past 1 a.m.

The nightclub in the city that never sleeps has ended.

Jiang Wangzu left ahead of time and went to the house on Wenhua Street in Rumeng Shangcheng District.

However, it was already 2 a.m., and Rumeng still hadn't returned.

"Yu Chan and Yu Ying, is Sister Ru Meng resting in her bedroom near Xianle Gate tonight?"

Jiang Wangzu asked Ru Meng's two maids.

"Probably not."

"If Miss wants to rest at the Xianle Gate, she should have told us in advance."

Even if something comes up unexpectedly, she will send someone to let us know so that we don't leave the door open for her.

Yu Chan thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"And recently, Miss has never stayed overnight at the Xianlemen area."

"She probably doesn't know when Master Jiang will arrive, so she's waiting for him here!"

Yu Ying added another sentence.

"I'll go out and meet her. You two just wait at home."

Jiang Wangzu also sensed that something was wrong.

He put on his trench coat and strode away into the night.

The distance from Xianlemen to here is not too far, and Rumeng usually takes the same route.

Jiang Wangzu walked towards the direction of Xianlemen.

He saw a rickshaw overturned on the road.

A bloody smell came from ahead.

The rickshaw driver lay dead in a pool of blood.

The passengers on the bus have disappeared!

Buzz!

He heard an audio resonance sound not far away, and his eyes lit up.

He walked a short distance forward and saw a burly figure in a secluded alley.

It's Ah Long!

Jiang Wangzu helped A Long up, checked his breathing, and found that he was still breathing.

"Ah Long, wake up!"

Jiang Wangzu patted Ah Long's fleshy face.

"Cough cough cough!"

"ghost!"

"There's a ghost!"

"It's you! Miss Rumeng is in danger! You must save her!"

"There's a ghost!"

Ah Long spoke incoherently.

Before Jiang Wangzu could ask any more questions, he fainted again.

"ghost?"

"Could it be an evil spirit?"

"But are evil spirits really that powerful?"

Jiang Wangzu abandoned the unconscious A Long and, following the faint sound of music, ran wildly towards the direction where Ru Meng was.

He saw Ah Hu's figure not far ahead; several of his bones were broken, but he was not dead.

It's possible the other party held back, or it's possible Ru Meng made her move.

In a wide open space in Shangcheng District.

Wearing a blue and white cheongsam and with long, wavy hair, Ru Meng held a three-stringed instrument and continuously unleashed sonic attacks into the distance!

A dozen or so paper figures of various shapes and sizes, representing men, women, young and old, floated erratically in the sky, constantly approaching Rumeng.

"As expected of a fifth-realm sound cultivator, he can transform sound into form, condense sound into reality, and transform the ethereal into artifacts. It is truly miraculous."

"No one expected that Ru Meng, the famous Golden Voice Queen of Xianlemen, was actually a hidden master of sound cultivation."

"Of course, those fools would never guess that your master is actually a seventh-realm music cultivator, the Six-Fingered Qin Demon!"

"We'll capture you to force your master to show himself!"

"There are far too many people in this martial world who want to kill her!"

"Coincidentally, so am I."

"Hehehe!"

A dozen or so paper figures spoke in unison.

Then they continued their attack on Rumeng.

These paper figures are as light as a feather, yet indestructible. They are clearly just paper figures, but they are indestructible and impervious to swords and spears.

Ru Meng transforms the high-frequency sound waves emitted by the three-stringed instrument in her hand into sharp blades that can cut through metal. When these blades strike metal, they produce a sound like metal clashing against stone, and sparks fly!

She knew she had met a master!

A master among paper craftsmen.

Not only can paper figures be made to be incredibly lifelike and realistic, just like real people, but different materials can also be used to make them indestructible, turning them into excellent killing weapons.

Boom!

A paper figure of a burly man, wielding a copper hammer, rushed towards Ru Meng. He then raised the hammer high, leaped into the air, and smashed it down on Ru Meng.

Ru Meng plucked the sanxian (a three-stringed instrument), releasing low-frequency sound waves that coalesced into a sturdy shield to resist the attack of the paper-figure strongman.

With a deafening roar, the sonic shield shattered, and Ru Meng was thrown back several steps by the immense force.

Immediately afterwards, several more paper figures wielding weapons charged towards her!

"Roar roar roar!"

Ru Meng uses her ventriloquism to imitate the roar of a lion, and its power is even greater than the sonic attack of a martial artist.

A golden lion materialized, roaring angrily. Terrifying sonic waves transformed into towering shockwaves, directly blasting away several paper figures.

But at the same time, a small paper figure holding a sharp blade circled around behind Rumeng and stabbed at her from behind!

"How dare you bully my woman?"

"court death!"

Just then, an angry roar came.

Jiang Wangzu was radiating a dazzling golden light, like a golden lightning bolt, as he descended from the sky and kicked away the paper figure that was trying to sneak attack Rumeng.

"Ah Zu, you're back!"

"It's dangerous here. I'll cover you. Get out of here quickly."

"The other party may be a paper craftsman at the sixth or even seventh realm, with extraordinary skills, far beyond what you and I can handle."

When Ru Meng saw Jiang Wangzu appear as if he were a divine soldier descending from the heavens, she couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

But then she thought about it again, and her expression turned serious. She shielded Jiang Wangzu behind her.

As a result, Jiang Wangzu domineeringly picked her up, spun her around 180 degrees, and placed her behind him.

"I, Jiang Wangzu, have not reached the point where I need to hide behind the woman I love."

"Whether you're in the sixth or seventh realm, you're just a lousy paper craftsman. Even if you create a sky full of gods and Buddhas, you'll still die today!"

Jiang Wangzu shouted and leaped forward, charging directly at the dozen or so paper effigies.

Boom!

He threw a punch, unleashing tens of thousands of pounds of force, which slammed into a paper effigy.

A deep sound rang out, and Jiang Wangzu blasted a gash into the paper effigy that was as hard as metal and stone.

Stab it!

Jiang Wangzu unleashed his Tiger Fist, tearing the damaged paper figure in two, and his domineering and fierce aura exploded out!

"Is that all there is to it?"

"not enough!"

"Not nearly enough!"

"Come at me all at once, I'll crush you!"

Jiang Wangzu spoke with a fierce fighting spirit.

"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

"This is a feud between our paper crafting lineage and the demonic music cultivation lineage; it has nothing to do with your martial arts cultivation!"

A dozen or so paper figures spoke in unison.

"Hahaha!"

"I don't care about your damn grudges."

"You bullied the woman I love, I'm going to beat you to a pulp!"

Jiang Wangzu said with a loud laugh.

He had never encountered the skills of a paper craftsman before, and today was a good opportunity to witness them.

He could sense that although these paper figures were of average skill, they were thick-skinned and had amazing defensive capabilities, as hard as metal and stone, and as resilient as vines.

It's like the hide of a cowhide, as smooth as gold and stone!

However, these ghostly things had no moves whatsoever, making them easy targets for Jiang Wangzu!