Chapter 410 Need Help to Spend Money?

Biske led his eyes. He then elldeasly lifted Lilly wire hand and carried her as he walked towards the continement comm. Let’s and as then fold um e We’ll go for tream

Lilly happily agreed

In the confinement you, the eyes of the bould mean we

room,

was strangling his own turnar. His soud Houted can of 10

tile exclaimed, “What is he doin?

acting rolling and wing bizanely on the ground. He bundy, struggling with something

Make replied, “I don’t know, acting maybe?”

His subordinate “He has be

it for half an hou. I

Another subordinate: “Who knows, if it’s not realistic deugh, how can we believe it?”

The bald man on the ground was about to vomit blood Did they genuinely risk his life here? He was going crazy. The bald man genuinely believed that he was aldor to die because he saw a man in a white robe floating beside Lilly!

he had to burn a talisman to open his heavenly eye. But now, not only could he see them directly, but also felt a suppressing aura from the

turning pale. He was the one who attached Bryson’s soul pupper, but he had no idea how it

it was his master who did

croaking, unable totter a

you the target?” With a raised hand, he forefully expelled the soul puppet from the back of the bald man’s neck, causing it to

restless. If it managed to escape, it would eventually gain its vague consciousness and seek out someone to attach to.

no emotional fluctuations. He lifte his fingertip slightly, and a cluster of

eyes, “Wow! Master Daddy is so

this is what Hannah meant by

to show

day in the haunted house, he felt is little girl was extraordinary! So, it turns out it was because she had such a great master! He wondered those few evil spirits around her were also given to her by her master. The bald man no longer dared to play tricks. He realized that even his own master was wary of Lilly. He hadn’t told his master about the existence of the evil

a dejected face, the bald man didn’t wait

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the others to ask, and he explained everything in detail. “My name is Gabriel Mateo. I am Chris’s disciple. My ancestors were skilled in making colored paper crafts, and the technique of making paper figures was our unique skill, passed down only to males I had a

Why aren’t they taught so many skills Making paper figures, for instance, can’t you just put them together randomly? Is it that challenging? Why

ancient times were always worried. that the deceased would not find their way

the underworld. It is also a way to express attachment and trust in

to guide the way. At that time, his grandfather didn’t have the opportunity for a proper burial, but he secretly made paper horses. Using bent bamboo branches for the horse’s limbs, weaving a horse head with bamboo strips, and finally pasting it with red paper. The steps sounded simple, but what he made didn’t look like a horse. It was even

continued to

put the finishing touch on a paper figure, it becomes fixated on you. Because when it is drawn, the first person it sees is the one who drew it. So, traditionally, paper figures should not

from his memory that fateful night when he covertly secluded himself in his room, meticulously completing the final details on the paper figure. As the eyes of the paper figure began to take shape, an eerie feeling engulfed Gabriel, as though an invisible presence was

path. Paper figures serve as offerings for the departed, and once they descend into the underworld, they transform into enslaved spirits burdened

crafted numerous paper figures, and eventually, for

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