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Chapter 124 Wang Laohan is a capable person

Under the eerie eaves of the old house, surrounded by paper people and wreaths, the headless boy stood next to him holding his head, while Lin Mo and Old Man Wang sat on the stone pier, chatting freely.

Before, they were attacking each other and fighting to the death, but now they are like old friends.

It was obviously a misunderstanding just now.

The iron chains on Old Man Wang's body were untied. As for the injuries, they were already a nightmare, and this little injury didn't bother him at all.

At this moment, Old Man Wang took a beautiful puff of his pipe pot.

A stream of white smoke blew out of his mouth.

"I haven't had this puff in years. When I woke up, I had an empty pipe and pot but no fire. If you hadn't come here, I wouldn't be able to take this puff."

Old Man Wang sighed with emotion.

Judging from his speech and behavior, he was no different from a normal person. If it weren't for the aura of nightmare that filled his body, he might not have been able to tell his true identity.

Lin Mo already knew that fire sources were rare in the nightmare world. Apart from the lighter in his hand, he had never seen other fire sources.

At this moment, Old Man Wang does not act like an evil murderous nightmare, but more like an ordinary old farmer.

According to his statement, when he woke up in this world for the first time, he was also panicked. He even ran into the dark fog and accidentally ran into a residential area in a big city.

I also encountered a terrifying evil spirit in that community.

But Old Man Wang had the ability. He copied the opponent with a paper man, and then cut off the paper man's head with scissors.

That's right, the evil ghost killed by Lao Wang is now Lin Mo's headless younger brother.

"At that time, its head was moved, and I threw its head outside. I thought it was dead, but unexpectedly it was still alive." Old Man Wang sighed: "The appearance of monsters is a sign of chaos in the world, and it is unlucky.

It’s unlucky.”

Lin Mo looked at the little paper man in his hand. This little paper man moved its hands and feet, which was very magical.

"How old are you, Old Wangtou?"

"I was eighty-nine when I died."

"That's considered a happy funeral."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"How many years ago?"

"I didn't know it at first, but later I heard from the villagers that I had been dead for seven years."

Old Man Wang took another puff from his pipe pot.

Speaking of which, Old Man Wang is a very kind person. This contaminated area is not large and only involves a few scattered households in the village. They are lucky that Old Man Wang is one of the nightmares. As a result, Old Man Wang relied on his own means to protect them.

That's almost everyone.

In addition, the village is remote, so no one knows that this is a polluted area.

Several villagers also thought it was because of an evil spirit. Except for every family burning incense and setting up a shrine for Old Man Wang, they didn't make any noise about it. Surprisingly, no one had any trouble.

Lin Mo was stunned when he heard this.

Can it still be like this?

Isn't this the city god who keeps peace in ancient legends?

For a while, Lin Mo thought a lot and his mind was a little confused.

So when the name of City God arose in the past, was it fabricated by literati and common people, or was it real?

In the past, the answer would have been obvious and must be false, but it is different now.

Since we were chatting, Lin Mo could ask, and so could Old Man Wang.

He asked Lin Mo how to control ghosts.

Lin Mo explained his plan, and Old Man Wang was also dumbfounded.

"You're such a brave youngster. How dare you talk to ghosts and ghosts? I admire you, I admire you."

"There is no road in the world. When there are more people walking, it becomes a road." Lin Mo replied. When Old Man Wang heard this, he thought about it carefully. He didn't know what he thought of, and he was a little awe-struck.

"But in the final analysis, you still can't just rely on external objects, especially ghosts, which are difficult to judge with common sense. They are moody and will be troublesome if they lose control. It's best to have a skill at hand." Old Man Wang said again.

"You teach me?" Lin Mo chuckled.

"Okay." Old Man Wang looked serious.

Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at Old Man Wang, seeing that he was not joking.

"Old Wang, didn't you just say that your technique of piercing the paper man to restrain the soul is a secret technique passed down from ancestors and is not passed down to others?"

When Old Man Wang heard this, his face showed a hint of bitterness.

"Some descendants may not be willing to learn things passed down from our ancestors. I have a son and daughter who both live in the city and have serious jobs. They don't want to get involved in dirty work, and I don't force them. As for my grandchildren, let alone them.

Yes, it is said that they are all studying abroad, how could they come to learn this... Hey, the inheritance of my ancestors has been cut off in my hands."

After a pause, he then said: "Meeting you this time is considered fate. We are all people who have died once. What else can't be figured out? Any secrets that are not passed down are nonsense. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

After saying that, Old Man Wang actually found a piece of white paper specially used for paper making, and carefully explained some techniques and techniques to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo painted a gourd and made a paper man.

What no one expected was that as soon as it was finished, the paper man suddenly shivered and ran away.

It was as fast as a mouse and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Lin, you are very talented at making a fool of yourself." Old Man Wang praised him.

Lin Mo was also surprised.

Does he really have talent, or can this paper-tying man just do it with his hands?

"Don't worry about that paper man. It just stole a trace of your living breath. When the breath dissipates, it will become a dead thing. The newly made paper man is just an embryo. If you want to use it in practice, you still need to learn some secret techniques."

Old Man Wang stretched out a finger: "I only know one thing, seizing Qi."

"Whether it is a living person or a ghost, if you take away its energy, you can use paper figures to cast spells, cut off its head and feet, or seal it with soul-killing nails, which are coffin nails. Of course, even if you just pinch it with your hands, you can make it

Can't move."

As he said this, Old Man Wang glanced at the headless boy next to him.

Just now he used the paper man technique to restrain the opponent.

He cut off my little brother's head.

Once caught in the paper man's spell, even a nightmare as powerful as a bull can't escape the control of the paper man. Once it falls into the hands of someone like Old Man Wang, he can only be slaughtered.

For this reason, Old Man Wang's unique skill was not simple, so Lin Mo decided to learn it.

After all, in a nightmare world, skills are not overwhelming.

But Lin Mo soon discovered that he had thought of this matter too simply.

According to Mr. Wang, being able to make a paper man is only the first step, and the rest is the key.

Control the paper man to steal the energy.

This alone requires long-term practice. If you don't practice this well, the paper figure you throw out is really just a blank piece of paper, useless.

But once you pass this level, the next step will be easy.

Even if you don't learn any other secret skills and just hold the paper figure with your hands, you can defeat the enemy.

Practicing this won't happen overnight, and there's no point in Lin Mo being impatient.

He wrote down the method, but one thing came to mind.

"Old Wang, you are one of those legendary strangers, right?"

"That's right, there are still some things passed down from our ancestors." Old man Wang was still very self-effacing.

"Then tell me, do Taoist priests like that have similar abilities and methods?" Lin Mo was thinking of Shen He, an expert from the General Administration.


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