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!

see ghosts. Before manipulating dem, he had to burn a talisman to open his heavenly eye. But now, not only could he see them directly, but also felt a

turning pale. He was the one who attached Bryson’s soul pupper, but he

was attached to a soul puppet. And it was his master who

throat was croaking, unable totter a

puppet could make you the target?” With a raised hand, he

managed to escape,

eyes showed no emotional fluctuations. He lifte his fingertip slightly, and a cluster of dark green flames ignited instantly, burning the

widened her eyes, “Wow! Master Daddy

Hannah meant

show off too!

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

had taken action against him. With a dejected

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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

is it passed down only to males?” She pondered, “What’s the matter with girls? Why aren’t they taught so many skills Making paper figures, for instance, can’t you just put them

craftsman, leatherworker, and mortician. People in ancient times were always worried. that the deceased would not find their way to the underworld and linger in the mortal realm. So, they used paper figures to guide them and lead them

It is also a way to express attachment and trust in the departed. Since paper figures are so important, there is also an emphasis on whether they are well-made, agile, and whether they lead the way.

father’s passing, it was customary for the son to craft paper horses 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 more difficult to paste the red paper, as the sharp parts of the bamboo. branches easily tore

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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.

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 watching him intently. The following day, he fell victim to an unrelenting and persistent fever. Reluctantly, he accompanied his father

succeeded in banishing that menacing paper figure. From that point onward, I started my journey on this path. Paper figures serve as offerings for the departed, and once they descend into the underworld, they transform into enslaved spirits burdened with deep resentment. Only when I learned to harness the power of deceased souls

onward, his journey on this path advanced swiftly! He diligently crafted numerous paper figures, and eventually, for the sake of efficiency, he even

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