For him, he is not afraid that Chu Mei people have ideas, but he is afraid that Chu Mei people are empty of everything and have no desires or desires, just like stones.
"The education I received since childhood told me that there is nothing in this world that cannot be discussed."
"At my core, I am also a person with the characteristics of a businessman."
"Do you know what a businessman is?"
Zhang Heng explained: "Everything can be discussed, and I think we can discuss it now."
"You want to control me?"
"Control? No, no, no..."
Facing Chu Meiren who understood his thoughts, Zhang Heng did not panic at all.
Any existence with thoughts must have its weaknesses.
No one, no god, is perfect as long as you understand it well enough.
Chu Meiren is no exception.
It is not the kind of being whose mind is blinded by resentment, which means that the habits and preferences of its life are still affecting it. For example, the ghost realm it transformed into is a theater, which means that it still has concerns in its heart.
There is wisdom and concern.
Putting aside the identity of ghosts, how different are they from humans?
"Control means that one party is above the other party and has complete control."
"I'm different. I want to cooperate with you even more, because I don't believe in so-called loyalty. I only believe in win-win. Win-win is the way to go. Single win will never last."
"As you can see, I am just a little Taoist priest. I have just raised my legs on the road of Taoism. I am very lucky to win against you."
"So I need your strength. Your strength will save me a lot of trouble in the early stage and also allow me to get through some difficulties."
"And you need me too."
"Without me, you wouldn't be able to get out of the bone altar, let alone go to the provincial capital to see your master."
"Cooperation between you and me is a win-win situation. If you don't agree, the one who will lose the most is not me, but you. After all, I have a choice, but you don't, right?"
After saying that, Zhang Heng calmly looked at the altar of bones: "I was born in Maoshan, and my master is Master Xu, who is expected to take over the Maoshan Qingshen lineage in the future. If nothing else happens, in the future, I will also become a high-level executive in Maoshan... Uh.
..You have just become a ghost, so you may not understand this."
"Let me tell you another way. I am the richest man in Jiangyang and the head of the Zhang clan in Dagou Town."
"I control the three counties of Yangjiang, Echeng and Kangcheng. If I sneeze, someone will catch a cold down there."
"With my identity and status, spitting on the ground is like a nail."
"There are many benefits to following me. Now the opportunity is before you. I'm not begging you, but I'm asking you to figure it out for yourself. If you don't agree, you will be trapped in the jar forever. This feeling is not pleasant."
First there was silence.
A moment later, a resentful sigh came from the altar of corpses: "I was sold into a pear orchard since I was a child. My parents have long forgotten about it. It was my master who raised me."
"Master has high expectations for me and thinks I can become a famous actor. Unfortunately, I don't know people well and have a private life with them. In the end, I have been wasted for all my hard work."
"If I have the chance, I want to meet Master and sing a big show again. This is my only wish."
Zhang Heng nodded silently.
"I can take you to the provincial capital to see your master for the last time."
"In exchange, I want you to protect me for ten years."
"In these ten years, you must obey my orders and accept my instructions. In return, I will not only help you fulfill your wish, but I will also build bridges and roads in your name, provide relief to the victims, and atone for your crimes."
"After ten years, there should be very few sins left on your body. Find someone worth entrusting to you in the next life."
Ten years is neither long nor short.
Zhang Heng felt that at that time, he would not need Chu Meiren much.
After all, in terms of strength, Chu Meiren is not to the point where people talk about her with disdain.
They have a hard time winning because they are too weak.
As long as Zhenren Xu, Zhenren Qian and Uncle Jiu are here, there is no need to rely on Zhang Heng's off-beat moves to win.
Even Taoist Priest Four Eyes, Chu Meiren may not be his opponent one on one.
"It's done!"
A sleepless night.
The next day, Zhang Heng, who had dark circles under his eyes, had a blue paper man in his hand.
The paper man is only the size of a palm, and his face is painted with scary makeup with a liner, which makes people shudder.
"It's not easy. Fortunately, it was voluntary and did not resist me, otherwise this paper-cutting technique would have no chance of success."
Willingness to obey and wholehearted resistance require different energy and costs.
According to Zhang Heng's own thinking, if he collects lonely souls from the wild and forcibly integrates them into paper-cutting, the chance of success will not exceed 30%.
This is true for lonely ghosts, let alone high-level evil ghosts and fierce ghosts.
The other party is not his mother, so how could she be willing to be eaten up by him?
If he resists, he must use his magic power and mind to suppress him. With his current magic power and cultivation level, he simply cannot withstand the evil ghost's backlash.
Fortunately, Chu Meiren is a special existence.
It has reason and has not been a ghost for a long time, so he took advantage of it.
If it were a century-old ghost here, his conditions might not be attractive to the other party at all. If it were a stick of incense in the morning and evening, and a living person every three to five, it would be about the same.
"Although paper-cutting is good, it's not the right way to do it."
"It was purely by chance that I was able to accept Chu Meiren. If I continue to develop on this path, I will definitely fall into the evil path."
"It is recorded in the paper-cutting technique that as long as there are hundreds of paper figures, you can besiege evil spirits."
"In other words, as long as I am willing to abandon my conscience and go hunting for ghosts in mass graves, I can make two paper figures today and catch three with two paper figures tomorrow."
"It doesn't take much. In a month at most, the paper man army can break through 100, thereby hunting evil ghosts and refining more powerful paper men."
"It's like a snowball. The snowball is rolling faster and bigger."
"In less than a year, hundreds of paper people can be upgraded from the level of wandering souls to the level of evil ghosts, and then have the strength to surround and kill evil ghosts and foundation-building monks."
"But at this point, it must be haunted by the ghosts of injustice, and both humans and ghosts are angry."
"I won't say anything about the noble family. I will definitely go down the mountain to slay the devil."
"Even on the other side of the underworld, someone has to come to arrest you. No matter how beautiful you are, it is temporary, and you will eventually suffer the consequences."
Zhang Heng is a very sober person.
He was not deceived by the appearance of paper-cutting, even if paper-cutting really had merits.
After all, what he is looking for is not a moment of glory, nor is he seeking a deep grudge. There are deep grudges waiting for him to avenge, or his girlfriend has been kidnapped, and it would be too late to get rid of him.
Therefore, this kind of opportunistic left-field technique is not very attractive to him. It is okay to broaden his horizons for a brief taste, but there is absolutely no possibility of him becoming addicted.
"I'm not addicted, but Qingyun Yueqi created this spell..."
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
No matter how you look at it, Yue Qi must have fallen into the devil's path and practiced paper-cutting to the ultimate level.
Otherwise, she would not have been able to write this book. She had to write it reluctantly, and she would not be able to vividly describe the appearance of the paper-cutting technique.
It can be seen from this that Yue Qi must be a master of paper-cutting.
Hundreds of paper people came and went, accompanying them. Wherever they passed, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and resentment surged to the sky.
She alone is an army of monks, with fierce ghosts as soldiers and fierce ghosts as generals. With such momentum, Master Xu and Master Qian had to flee even when they came.
In this era of returning to the void and becoming extinct, foundation building is the pinnacle.
She alone can rival a small or medium-sized sect.
Of course, sects such as Maoshan, Quanzhen Tao, Longhu Mountain, Gezao Mountain, Wutai Mountain, and Daxue Mountain are definitely not comparable to her.
Zhang Heng came from a famous sect, and he knew very well how amazing the background of these sects was.
Take the Tianshi Sword from Longhu Mountain as an example. It is said that this sword was left by Zhang Daoling. What kind of evil spirits can be killed by this sword?
No matter how beautiful Qingmen Yueqi is, she is still a human being, not a god.
Once the public is angered, all the major sects will come with the magic weapons and the decrees of the ancestors, and they can be thrown into boundless purgatory in an instant.
Otherwise, her things would not have fallen into the hands of Third Auntie and Paper Man Zhang.
She failed to protect her personal belongings such as the golden knife, scissors and the paper man's secret technique, and she could already guess what would happen to them.