Demon, come and cultivate for me.

Seeing Wang Ji's shabby clothes, the waiter at the door approached him in a lukewarm manner and asked:

Are you staying at the hotel or...?

Wang Ji ignored the innkeeper and continued to peer inside.

The waiter asked again, but the man still didn't answer.

The waiter got anxious and said:

"If you're not staying at the hotel, please move aside and don't block our business at the entrance."

The man with the triangular eyes turned his head, his grayish-white eyes staring intently at the innkeeper, making him feel uneasy.

The innkeeper took a step back, trembling as he said:

"What...what are you looking at...?"

The man snorted coldly, strode into the shop, and took out a small ingot of silver, saying:

"What kind of rooms did those people stay in?"

The waiter was terrified by Wang Ji's eyes and dared not neglect him any longer. But according to custom, one cannot casually tell others which room a guest is staying in.

Seeing that the waiter remained silent, Wang Ji tossed the silver to him and whispered:

"Here's a reward for you."

Wang Ji was always stingy, wishing he could spend a penny as if it were ten, and the idea of ​​giving rewards was something he would never do.

For some reason, when he threw the silver away this time, he felt no ripples in his heart, as if he had thrown away a piece of dirt or stone.

If the Chu sorcerers who taught Wang Ji magic were here, they would surely cry out, "Heartless!"

Unfortunately, this is not the State of Chu, there are no sorcerers from Chu, and no one can tell that this person has lost his mind.

The innkeeper took the silver and secretly weighed it in his hand.

He estimated it to be about five taels of silver, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, quickly stuffed the silver into his pocket, and grinned from ear to ear:

"Sir, are you also looking for a top-class room?"

Wang Ji lost his mind, but not his brains, and immediately understood the meaning behind the waiter's words.

So he took out another silver ingot, slapped it on the counter, and said:

"Give me a top-class room."

"Okay!"

The waiter led Wang Ji upstairs, only to bump into the manager coming down from upstairs.

Feeling guilty for secretly accepting the money, the young shop assistant dared not look the shopkeeper in the eye.

He bowed and nodded to the shopkeeper, then continued leading Wang Ji upstairs.

The doors to the rooms upstairs were all closed. Wang Ji kept looking around to see which rooms were occupied and which were not.

As I walked along, I memorized each of the inhabited rooms.

After entering the room, Wang Ji said to the waiter:

"No one is allowed to disturb us unless I call them."

The waiter agreed a few times and then left the room.

Wang Ji closed the door and bolted it shut.

He listened at the door for a while, and only after confirming that the waiter had gone far away and that there was no one else outside did he take off his bundle and open it.

Inside the bundle was a stack of white paper, as well as pens, ink, and paints.

Wang Ji unfolded a sheet of white paper, picked up a pen, and began to draw. Before long, he had drawn a human figure with a nose, eyes, arms, and legs.

However, the human figure formed by these lines looks eerie no matter how you look at it.

But Wang Ji seemed quite satisfied with the portrait he had just finished painting.

He bit his finger until it bled, then touched each eye of the paper figure, and a pair of crimson eyes appeared in the empty eye sockets.

How can a single, unarmed paper doll kill someone? It needs to be equipped with weapons and armor.

Wang Ji picked up his brush and continued drawing a suit of armor and a long sword on the paper.

He paused to think for a moment, then drew a shield.

Having done all this, Wang Ji stood up, took a step back, made a hand seal, pointed at the paper figure, and shouted:

"rise!"

The paper figure seemed to come to life and stood up straight.

He called out again:

"Walk!"

The paper figure obediently walked towards the door, following the direction pointed out by the triangular-eyed man.

Having done all that, there's only one last step left: infusing the soul.

A paper figure without a soul is merely a thin sheet of paper in the shape of a human.

With paper as the skin and soul as the bone, the paper figure can move as nimbly as a living person.

He walked to the window, picked up a red rope from the wall and tugged at it, and the bell in the lobby downstairs rang.

This means the customer is calling for the waiter; they have something to tell him.

Upon hearing the bell, the shop assistant who had received Wang Ji's money hurriedly ran upstairs.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Come in and speak."

Wang Ji opened the door and let the waiter into the room.

The waiter didn't think much of it and went into the room.

Wang Ji sat at the table, opened his bundle, and waved to his assistant.

Seeing the situation, the waiter assumed that the customer was going to give him a tip again, so he immediately went over to him.

But as soon as he got close to Wang Ji, he was grabbed by the throat.

Before he could even resist, he saw the other person cover his mouth and nose with their other hand. A strange smell entered his nostrils, and then everything went black. He fell backward to the ground, unable to get up.

Wang Ji kicked the waiter twice, and seeing that the waiter did not react, he knew that the guy had been drugged and knocked unconscious.

He immediately cast a spell to extract four of the seven souls of the servant and infuse them into the paper figure, armor, long sword, and shield, respectively.

In an instant, the paper figures seemed to come alive, and under Wang Ji's control, they picked up weapons and equipment.

Wang Ji helped the fallen waiter up and said in a deep voice:

"Once you've taken the money, you'll have to do more things, but you're not good at anything, so I'll just have to borrow your body for a while."

After saying that, he dabbed the remaining blood on his fingertip between the waiter's eyebrows.

The waiter suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no light in them at all.

After Wang Ji controlled the servant to leave, he closed the door again, sat down, and continued to manipulate the puppet.

The innkeeper took a few steps forward, turned stiffly, and knocked on the door of a guest room.

"Who goes there?" Zhao Ji inside the room did not open the door.

The waiter asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Zhao Ji shouted, "Unless ordered, get out of here! If you bother me again, you'll lose your head!"

After saying that, she hugged Zhou Chu's neck tightly, and the two continued to entangle themselves shamelessly.

The waiter outside continued walking forward and knocked on the door of another room.

No one opened the door; the only response he received was the rising and falling snores.

The waiter continued walking and knocked on the next door.

This time, the door was opened directly from the inside, revealing Akadeko dressed in red.

The waiter asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Akadeko didn't answer and simply closed the door.

Hearing the commotion outside, Chen Xiangzi from the next room opened the door and came out.

This time, the waiter didn't ask any questions and went straight downstairs.

Chen Xiangzi sensed something was amiss but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She became wary and returned to her room, locking the door behind her.

Before I even reached the bedside, there was a loud crack as the wooden door was forcefully flung open.

A strange-looking man dressed in armor, holding a knife in his left hand and a shield in his right, rushed into the room.

Just as Chen Xiangzi was filled with horror, the strange man swung his knife at her.

Chen Xiangzi quickly dodged, but the strange man's large knife landed directly on the bed, splitting the thick bed frame in two.

The strange man seemed to have sensed that Chen Xiangzi was going to run away, and went ahead to block the door completely.

Chen Xiangzi drew his whisk and smashed it down on the strange man's head.

The top of the whisk handle was an iron mace; if this blow were to hit an ordinary person on the head, their skull would surely shatter and their brains would splatter.

But the strange man was no ordinary person; he also had a thick shield in his hand. He raised the shield to block, and directly deflected Chen Xiangzi's whisk.

Immediately afterwards, the strange man switched from defense to offense, swinging his sword and slashing repeatedly.

Chen Xiangzi was powerless to fight back, and while retreating, she shouted for help.