Paper-folding artist: Start by making a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

late at night.

The autumn wind blew through the deserted streets, making a whistling sound.

Su Changsheng walked out of the paper-making shop.

Behind him were Bai Wuchang and Yin Jiang, one on his left and one on his right, and further back were ten Yin soldiers.

The autumn wind blew, and although he was immune to cold and heat after practicing the Yintian Jue, he still shivered subconsciously.

Before going out, in order to prevent his identity from being exposed, Su Changsheng changed into an ancient red official robe and wore a ferocious Rakshasa mask on his face.

He looked just like the Judge of Hell.

As the Yin-Yang Ghost Eyes opened, the world in Su Changsheng's eyes changed instantly.

Nighttime is when ghosts are most active, and Su Changsheng was planning to make some good karma at night.

After looking around, Su Changsheng walked towards the direction with the heaviest yin energy.

……

It's twelve o'clock at night.

In an ordinary building.

An old man who was sleeping soundly was awakened by a chill. He subconsciously tightened the quilt, but still could not resist the chill.

It's like sleeping in a refrigerator.

"Old lady, why is it so cold all of a sudden? Has an evil spirit entered our house?"

The old man gently shook his sleeping wife and asked in a low voice.

Over the years, Xia State has been popularizing common knowledge about ghosts among the people.

Ghosts are surrounded by a thick yin energy, and once it appears, the most obvious change is that the temperature drops instantly!

"What are you thinking about so late at night? There are people from the Paranormal Bureau patrolling outside now, how could there be ghosts?"

The old woman next to her wrapped herself in the quilt and continued to sleep soundly.

dong dong dong~

As soon as the old man finished speaking, four voices with orderly pauses came from the window.

The sound seemed to hit the couple's hearts.

Almost subconsciously, the two hugged each other in an instant.

They live on the twelfth floor, how could someone be knocking on the window outside!

Follow the sound and look.

There was only darkness outside the window, blocking the bright moonlight.

The only thing that could be seen were two eyes that were clinging to the window, flashing red light!

"Shh, don't... don't talk, there's... there's a ghost!"

The old man tried his best to suppress his frightened voice and comforted his wife.

"Do you think I can't see you if you don't speak?"

"Since you won't open the window, I'll come in by myself."

squeak~

With a low sound, the window opened automatically.

Black fog crept in through the cracks in the window.

Then it condensed into a human-shaped ghost.

Snapped!

The old man felt for the switch and turned on the bedside lamp.

As the bedroom was illuminated by light, the two men could finally see the ghost's appearance clearly.

The ghost was dressed in tattered clothes, his body was stained with blood, and the left half of his face looked as if it had been crushed, with blood and white brain matter constantly flowing down his face.

Extremely terrifying!

“Although it’s a bit old, it can fill my stomach.”

The ghost stuck out its tongue and greedily licked the only remaining right half of its lip, then stretched out its hand to grab the two old men.

Faced with the ghost, the only thing the two could do was to hug each other, close their eyes and wait for death to come.

Except for those with special powers, even a young and strong man cannot be a match for a ghost.

What's more, they are two old and frail men who don't even have the ability to escape!

"How dare you, a little evil ghost, to cause trouble in the world of the living? Die!"

Just as the two closed their eyes and waited for death, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the window.

wow~

Then the sound of breaking glass was heard.

The two opened their eyes and saw a man in armor and dressed as an ancient general breaking in through the window.

This person held a sharp sword in his hand. The long sword tore through the moonlight, drawing a cold light that directly pierced the ghost from head to toe.

The person who came was none other than the evil general under Su Changsheng.

He also didn't expect that so many ghosts would appear in Yangcheng tonight, and he hadn't seen any psychics yet.

If we gather our ghost soldiers together to fight, we will not be able to kill them all.

In order to improve efficiency, he divided the ten ghost soldiers and ghost generals into small groups and had them fight individually.

He was only responsible for finding ghosts, and every time he found a ghost, he would send out a ghost soldier to deal with it.

Subsequently.

General Yin made a sword flower, put away his sword and left.

The ghost then turned into a gust of evil energy and was blown away by the strong wind blowing in from the window.

"Old man, what was that just now?"

"It should be...it should be a superpower."

The two men watched Yin Jiang jump out of the window with shock in their eyes.

The same scene is happening in other places.

Countless ordinary humans are waiting to die when facing ghosts.

An ancient soldier broke in through the window, killed the ghost with one shot, and then left calmly.

"Reporting to the Lord, the ghost has been killed!"

General Yin came before Su Changsheng, bowed and reported.

“Ding! Kill 1 evil ghost, gain 50 merits, and get 1 prize ticket!”

"Ding! Kill 1 evil ghost, and Yin General gains 50 experience points!"

The system sound also sounded.

“I actually won another lottery ticket!”

Su Changsheng looked at the rewards that popped out and his face was filled with joy.

The last time I killed a low-level ghost, I got a lottery ticket that won me Bai Wuchang.

The lottery ticket that pops up from killing the evil ghost this time should give you something better!

"It is detected that the host has a lottery ticket. Do you want to draw the lottery?"

Su Changsheng took the lottery ticket out of his backpack with great anticipation.

The system sound rang out.

"lottery!"

Su Changsheng directly chose to draw a lottery.