The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"It's 10 a.m., everyone get ready.

We will set out in an hour and try to get there before noon to lure the Ghost Mother out."

Shen Mingxing and the other two said in unison.

"Okay, beautiful."

Taking a deep breath, they each adjusted their anxious mood.

After all, this was their first time dealing with ghosts seriously.

Even if they were a group of lively and cute babies and young children when they were alive.

But every time they thought of the ordinary evil ghosts and their grinning faces, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

As if noticing their panic, Shi Rong stood up and patted their shoulders one by one.

"Don't be afraid. The most important thing in life is to have the courage to try."

The three women were relieved and nodded heavily.

"it is good!"

Shi Rong took off his backpack and took out seven porcelain bottles containing female ghosts one by one. He turned them over with his right hand and picked them up and put them away.

"Hey? Where are those bottles? Why did they suddenly disappear? Where did you hide them?"

Pei Yanche looked around for a long time but couldn't find the missing porcelain bottle, and was very confused.

"What kind of move is this?"

Shi Rong smiled.

"It's the same principle as sheathing a sword, taught by the Duwu Sect."

Pei Yanche nodded ignorantly.

"That's it."

Shi Yang picked up Shi Rong's backpack and put it on his shoulder.

"Baby, do you need anything else? I'll get it for you."

Shi Rong thought about it.

"A thick notebook, two quick-drying glue sticks, a pile of red paper, a pair of scissors, and a carving knife."

Shi Yang nodded.

"it is good."

Ask Xie Yixiu to get one, a thick white paper book about the size of a photo album.

Shi Yanggang handed over a stack of crimson kraft paper, a pair of scissors, two glue sticks and a narrow-headed carving knife.

Shi Rong: “Not enough.”

not enough?

So Shi Yang turned around and went to find Bo Fan and Bian Fei and got two more stacks.

"how about this?"

Shi Rong shook his head.

"It's still not enough."

After hearing this, Du Wu simply waved his hand and took all the unused red kraft paper from the wardrobe in his room in the old house of the Ying family.

There are nearly 10,000 of them in total, and they are at least one meter high.

"That's enough for now, right?"

Shi Rong: “Yeah.”

Take the stack of red paper, stack 20 pieces together evenly, and fold them in half to form an even rectangle.

Picking up the scissors that could cut bones, Shi Rong repeated the same action he had done before.

He began to rapidly rotate the paper in his palm while cutting up, down, left and right.

He would switch the carving knife from time to time, and with quick hands and eyes, he would carve endlessly along the cut part.

Less than two minutes later, Shi Rong unfolded the folded red paper and cut it at the crease in the middle.

He threw it away without even looking at it and cut off another one.

This focused and smooth operation immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

They all came to Shi Rong, Huo Jiuzhou and Shi Yang at the same time, and picked up the red paper on the ground to check it out.

Shen Mingxing: "Oh, look at the little paper figures that Rong'er cut.

Big eyes, high nose bridge, small lips, round face, so cute."

Xia Zhi: "Yes, although it's hard to tell the genders, they still wear little pheasant feather crowns with flowers on them!"

Ji Xinyue: "Really? Everyone is wearing armor and combat boots that match their crowns.

In his hand he held a large sword inlaid with precious jade! He looked a bit like a martial arts actor in an opera.

Shi Yong nodded, sharing the same view.

"That's right! The haircut that Chang'er is doing is exactly the small martial arts role in traditional Chinese opera.

How beautiful! What skillful hands they have! They all look so energetic and heroic.”

While they were talking, Shi Rong had already cut the next 40 of them and threw them to the ground with a "pop".

"Oh baby, be gentle, this is so beautiful, it would be a shame if it gets dusty..."

Chu Yu felt so distressed that he repeatedly wiped the mud and dust off the little paper figure with his soft fingertips.

Xing Jiashan stared at it for a moment and seemed to notice something different.

"Hey! Look, these little warriors are holding spears."

Song Qianchen couldn't put it down.

"Really? The tip of this spear is even covered in a circle of fine hairs~"

Tsk!

Shi Rong felt a headache from their noise and raised his head and yelled.

"If you don't want them to get dusty, why don't you quickly grab the glue stick and line them up on the white paper?

There are 500 small horns of different weapons, each with 50 per page. Hurry up!

Huo Jiuzhou and Shi Yang, who were still busy enjoying the view, were startled. After coming to their senses, they hurriedly did as they were told.

"it is good."

Everyone gathered together and used the glue sticks in their palms to line up the paper figures that Shi Rong had cut one by one.

Xia Zhi: "Hey...Brother Chu, you're wrong. These are twin swords."

Ji Xinyue: "This page is for the axe, and the ones with sticks should be on page 60."

Chu Yu: "Okay, I'm dazzled..."

Shen Mingxing: "It's really fun~ There are also three-bearded forks and meteor hammers."

Shi Yang: "Look at this, nunchaku."

Song Qianchen: "Haha! What's that? Mine is still a bamboo whip~"

Xing Jiashan: "There are also spears, halberds, axes, halberds, and maces. It's very vivid!"

Qu Anyan: "This mace is too cruel..."

Later, Shi Rong would stack up and cut every 30 to 45 sheets of paper, and with the help of muscle memory and the spiritual power of the goddess at hand, he could cut out hundreds of them at a time.

After repeating this more than 20 times, she finally cut out 1 small paper figures after an hour.

After putting away the notebooks that Huo Jiuzhou, Shi Yang and others had helped to arrange neatly, Shi Rong turned around.

"We can go."

When Shen Mingxing and the other two heard this, they immediately became nervous.

How did time fly by so quickly? It's already been an hour?

They took the pomelo leaves handed to them by Shi Rong in a dull manner.

"Apply this to your eyes and remove it after two minutes. You will be able to see ghosts clearly."

As Shi Rong spoke, he took out a rechargeable juicer with his bare hands, mixed the pile of green leaves that Shi Yong brought with clean water, and squeezed them into juice.

Apply evenly on the arms and shoulders of Shen Mingxing and the other two.

"This is grapefruit leaf juice. When you apply it on your body, you can hug ghosts."

Shen Mingxing was stunned by Shi Rong's fiddling.

"Then why don't you apply it yourself?"

Shi Rong was speechless.

"Because I'm a little angel, stupid."

Oh, right...

Shen Mingxing almost laughed out loud because of his slow response to the question.

After getting ready, Shi Chang quickly changed her clothes, changing back into a pure white gauze skirt, a half-draped princess bun, and a silk bow.

The lost men were so confused that they couldn't even find their way.

"Ah Rong, be careful, Bo!"

"Baby, slow down, Trojan!"

Huo Jiuzhou and Shi Yang, one on the left and one on the right, kissed Shi Rong's soft face, and the latter was speechless again.

"understood."

With a wave of his sleeves, Shi Rong threw out three white gauze at the same time, tightly binding the slender waists of the three women.

"gone."

As a result, as soon as the momentum started, Shi Rongren rose to mid-air.

"Hey? Wait a minute!"

Xia Zhi shouted anxiously.

Shi Rong turned around and saw her approaching Shi Yong with a serious look on her face.

"Uncle Shi, if anything happens to me on this trip, please remember to tell my parents that I love them when you get home!"