Mysterious Resurrection: My Pasty Paper Man Can Catch Tricks

Suddenly stretched out a gloved hand, grabbed the fat man's neck, pinched it tightly, and said coldly:

"It's the first time I've seen a ghost who can speak human language. It really opened my eyes."

While talking, his other hand was not idle.

He took out a long nail made of the same gold from his pocket, and stabbed it at the fat man's forehead.

The long nails are about one palm long and have a hexagonal shape.

If this is stabbed, even if the fat man has ten lives, it is not enough to die.

The fat man immediately shivered with fright.

With a head flushed from suffocation, he kept leaning back.

At the same time, he kept scratching, trying to break free from the middle-aged man's hands.

But the middle-aged man's hands are like iron tongs, no matter how much he struggles, it will be of no avail.

Seeing that the fat man was about to die on the spot, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat and he stopped forcibly.

The spike hovered less than one centimeter from Fatty's forehead, just enough to pierce a cold sweat that had slipped down.

He looked up and saw a man in a long gown running from the courtyard with a look of shock on his face.

"Old man Shen, why are you here?"

The middle-aged man was quite surprised to see that he was an old acquaintance.

Then he looked at the fat man whose face had turned from red to purple.

Realizing that he had made a mistake, he quickly let go.

With no restrictions, the fat man was able to breathe fresh air again.

"My surname is Lei, what are you doing? You can't even tell the difference between a person and a ghost? Is this how your spirit hunting team catches ghosts?"

Shen Taiping trotted to the side of the fat man, checked and found that the fat man was fine.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and glared at the middle-aged man.

Lei Ling didn't speak.

Instead, the young man who watched the "tablet" snorted coldly and said:

"It's not up to you to control how our spirit hunting team catches tricks."

Shen Taiping was so angry that his beard raised:

"I'll go to your second uncle and third aunt's grandmother. I'm a magic stick? When I'm catching tricks, you green butt doll can play with mud somewhere."

"Even your team leader has to call me senior when he sees me. You dare to yell in front of me. If you didn't get hurt just now, I insist on letting you know what is 'Jiang or Old spicy'!"

The young man frowned, very unconvinced, and wanted to refute.

But Lei Ling waved his hand to stop him.

"You are hurt?"

Lei Ling's gaze was fixed, and he glanced up and down at Shen Taiping, without any fluctuation in his tone.

"So, the things here have been dealt with by you?"

"Just relying on him, how is it possible?"

The young man took the opportunity to taunt, but Lei Ling gave him a cold look.

Shen Taiping pouted at him disdainfully, and then said embarrassingly:

"It's true that I was injured, but I didn't take it away."

Hearing this, Lei Ling narrowed his eyes and said:

"It's not you, so is it someone from the underworld?"

Shen Taiping waved his hand:

"No, it's their words, do you think I can still have my life to talk to you here? Actually, the one who catches the trick is a..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The fat man lying on the ground suddenly coughed violently.

Shen Taiping rolled his eyes and continued:

"It's a JK girl."

"JK!"

The three people behind Lei Ling opened their eyes wide and exclaimed.

"What is JK? Is it famous?"

Lei Ling frowned slightly.

In today's world, monsters descend and demons dance wildly.

Fortunately, there are capable people and strange men who can exorcise spirits and catch ghosts, so that the world can maintain the superficial calm.

And there are very few able men and strangers who can face strange things alone.

Therefore, they had to form an offensive and defensive alliance with like-minded people.

Such organizations as Lei Ling's anti-spirit group, as well as the underworld.

Lei Ling had never heard of an organization that could use the name "JK".

"Could it be that this is a new organization?" Lei Ling thought to himself.

At this moment, the young man "Pad" leaned over and whispered something in Lei Ling's ear.

Lei Ling's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Shen Taiping with unfriendly eyes.

Shen Taiping was happy but not afraid.