Chapter 1995 The world in the eyes of paper people
His tone returned to normal, with a hint of disapproval in his trembling voice.
Apparently he felt that Chen Hao still wanted to prove something so obvious.
Chen Hao looked at the hole on the paper man's face, and scanned the inside with his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing there.
This paper yamen servant is just an empty shell, a real paper man.
The third uncle is right.
But this is not what the paper yamen servant looks like when he is alive. Instead, he has flesh and blood and internal organs, just like his distant cousin, my second uncle, my seventh grandpa. If he is injured, blood made of paper will flow out, and it will even smell like real blood.
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Chen Hao pondered, suddenly thinking about nothing, he reached out and patted his waist, and there was a trumpet in his hand.
This is an instrument that the band team dropped when they escaped. Although it is made of paper, it can produce real music.
After Chen Hao took it apart and used parts made of the same paper to form a paper speaker, he could not make any sound.
"You know what this is, right?"
Chen Hao took the trumpet and asked his third uncle.
"This...should be a speaker, right?"
The third uncle didn't know what he meant. Although he could see it at a glance, he still looked at it carefully for a long time before looking at Chen Hao's face and saying tentatively.
Chen Hao nodded and handed the trumpet to his third uncle: "Blow it."
The third uncle didn't know why, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he took it and put it in his mouth and blew hard.
Beep beep beep...the horn makes a monotonous sound.
Chen Hao waved his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, give it to me."
The third uncle handed the trumpet back respectfully.
Chen Hao looked at the horn and threw it away on the ground outside the official road.
The horn is a dead thing, it will stop moving after rolling a few times, and there will be no change at all.
However, Chen Hao kept watching closely with his consciousness, and vaguely felt that something seemed to be faintly dispersed from the speaker.
What it is specifically, I can’t see or feel it, I can only feel it.
Immediately, Chen Hao reached out and took the trumpet back and handed it to his third uncle: "Can you still play it?"
The third uncle's eyes suddenly widened: "Master Immortal, this... you have turned the trumpet into a paper trumpet, how can you still play it?"
Chen Hao said: "Is this a paper trumpet?"
Third Uncle said fairly: "Yes, you...can't you see it?"
Although he said this, he still took the paper trumpet and put it in his mouth to blow. As a result, he only made a puffing sound without any music.
Chen Hao said nothing and touched his chin, his eyes showing contemplation again.
This can be seen through experiments with paper figurines and loudspeakers.
The paper man can only walk on this official road made of paper and cannot leave. If he leaves, he will become a real paper man.
But from the perspective of the living paper man, the entire world is official, and there is no so-called natural land.
In their opinion, the paper figurine government officials who were forcibly taken away from the official road by Chen Hao, and the paper trumpet thrown out of the official road, all disappeared out of thin air.
What is this feature?
wrong.
Suddenly, Chen Hao's eyes narrowed, and he thought of something again, and asked his third uncle: "In the beginning, the grass I attached to the shadow was outside the official road. How did you see it?"
There is no vegetation on the official road. Although the grass in his shadow is right on the edge of the official road, it also grows in natural land.
This is contradictory to the phenomenon just now.
Because after leaving the official road, the paper people can no longer see it, and they will only think that it has disappeared out of thin air.
The third uncle said in astonishment: "This... I can see it. The young lady also said it in detail. Besides, uncle... no, Immortal Master, you are hiding behind a solitary grass on the roadside. As long as you are a normal person,
, everyone can see it.”
He scratched his head, as if he couldn't figure out why Chen Hao asked such an obvious and simple question.
A lonely grass?
Chen Hao grasped the key point of Sanshu Gong's words: "You only saw one grass, didn't you see other grasses and vegetation?"
The third uncle looked at him in astonishment. After a moment, he shook his head: "No, there is only a small grass on both sides of the entire official road where you, the immortal master, are hiding."
"..." Chen Hao was silent.
It seems that the world in the eyes of the paper man is completely different from his.
For a moment, Chen Hao was a little confused as to what was going on?
The paper people didn't say anything. They gathered together in fear and trembled.
Chen Hao made people and objects disappear and reappear randomly, but the people and objects turned into paper scenes, which shocked them greatly.
The immortal masters in the rumors are not so scary.
The living government servant couldn't help but look towards the left side of the official road.
Someone went to report the news before, and just now a government official escaped with an excuse. It's been so long, why hasn't anyone come yet?
"Isn't it strange that the immortal masters of your Da Zhi Dynasty haven't come to catch me, the murderer?"
Suddenly, Chen Hao's voice came.
Several government officials immediately shrank their necks in fright and forced a smile: "No, no..." Chen Hao said quietly: "Actually, I am also waiting for them to come... I have many questions to ask them."
In the short period of time just now, the paper people showed a lot of weird and weird things, but these living paper people are mortals and their knowledge is limited. If they are cultivators among the paper people, they probably know more secrets.
Although the Great Paper Dynasty is thousands of miles away from here, the official way of the paper people is very strange. Even a mortal can reach it in a short time, let alone a monk.
Logically speaking, the monk in the paper man should have arrived, but looking to the left of the official road, there was no movement.
But Chen Hao doesn't care, he will come sooner or later anyway.
If he got impatient with waiting, he would take these mortals directly to the capital of the Great Paper Dynasty.
Immediately, Chen Hao walked to the official road and paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.
There is a solid and hard feeling under your feet. Although the official road is made of paper, it is no different from the real blue brick official road.
Suddenly, Chen Hao felt something in his heart. He knelt down and touched the official road.
Then, Chen Hao looked at his fingers.
The fingers are very clean, without any dust.
This shows that there is no dust on the official road, otherwise your fingers will definitely get dirty.
But Chen Hao walked onto the official road from natural land. There was mud on the soles of his feet and he was pacing back and forth. How could he not rub against the official road?
Chen Hao used his spiritual consciousness to scan.
Regardless of the areas he has walked through or the areas he has not walked through, they are all clean and spotless.
Chen Hao waved.
Immediately, a whirlwind swept up a layer of loose soil and landed on the official road.
But then, a shocking scene happened.
These floating soils sink quickly like falling on water, and then disappear.
The official road is still as clean as new and spotless.
Chen Hao's eyes narrowed and he looked back at the paper figures: "What did you just see?"
All the paper figures shook their heads in astonishment.
Chen Hao pointed at his third uncle and said, "Say."
The third uncle's throat was surging: "We...we only saw you pacing back and forth, waving your hands to send out a whirlwind...and nothing else."
He became more and more frightened, feeling that this delicate-looking young immortal master was not a normal person.
He's not a madman, is he?
You know, there is no reason for a madman to kill someone.