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!

open his heavenly eye. But now, not only could he see them directly, but also felt a

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

And it was his master who did it! Could this be the end

croaking, unable

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

and the soul puppet lost control now becoming restless. If it managed to escape, it would eventually gain its vague

and a cluster of dark green flames ignited instantly, burning the soul puppet to

widened her eyes, “Wow! Master Daddy is so cool! She wondered, ”

what Hannah

show off

the soul puppet turned to ashes, the bald man gradilly regained consciousness and looked at her in astonishment. That 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

had taken action against him. With a dejected face, the bald man didn’t

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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 talent for it, and since I was young. I could make paper figures that looked lifelike. But my father told me not to put the finishing touch

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 together randomly? Is it that challenging? Why

executioner, paper craftsman, leatherworker, and mortician. People in ancient times were always worried. that the

deceased loved ones to the underworld. It is also a way to express attachment and trust in the departed. Since paper figures are so important,

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 the paper, and

Lily continued to

the first person it sees

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

help of a witch. Through numerous rituals, we eventually 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,

swiftly! He diligently crafted numerous paper figures, and eventually, for the sake of efficiency, he even mastered the art of transforming these figures.

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