Chapter Twenty: The Time of Ceremony

  Yun Hai Fan looked at the certain someone with a disdainful gaze from head to toe several times, deciding not to hold it against him since he had pulled himself back from the hands of death. Fortunately, the windowsill was not far away, but it was quite troublesome to come and go through the shrubbery, and who knows how many lovely flowers would be destroyed by this back-and-forth.

  Standing by the windowsill, Yunhai tiptoed and the paper man successfully appeared in front of Wencheng. Wencheng's expression was solemn and devout, completely unaware that the image in front of him was a paper man - the divine scroll mentioned that pure spiritual energy attached to a puppet can produce a mirror-like effect, that is, when the other person sees the puppet, they always have a hazy feeling as if looking through a mirror, it's easy to mistake it for an illusion, unless one has profound spiritual energy. With low requirements for spiritual energy and able to deceive many people, it is indeed a must-learn technique for newcomers.

  "The dark king who governs the world, follows your footsteps, offers you the sacrifices you desire, and opens it with your divine power."

  Yunhai Fan set up another paper man in front of himself, this paper man was exactly the same as the one in front of Wen Zhan. As a puppet's incarnation, what Wen Zhan said was transmitted through him.

  With such a flowery tone, are you sure the devil can understand?

  Yun Hai Fan replied with a vague tone, "Your sacrifice will be rewarded; your heart's desire will eventually come true."

  After finishing speaking, Yun Hai Fan pursed his lips and smiled slyly.

  Who doesn't know how to play with literature, let's see who is more literary than whom.

  Lan Si leaned against the wall, gazing at the clouds and chatting with the paper man, holding a laissez-faire attitude of "let her play first", not urging Yun Hai Fan to solve the matter. Anyway, acting too early would only arouse Wen Zhan's suspicion, he believed Yun Hai Fan had a plan in mind.

  Through the paper man, Yun Haifeng heard a strange collision sound. He looked at Lan Sichen with a puzzled expression. Lan Sichen made a "kowtowing" gesture, and Yun Haifeng immediately understood that Wen Zhan felt grateful to the so-called "Dark King". Thinking of this, Yun Haifeng cleared his throat twice, thought for a moment, and decided to tease Wen Zhan again, continuing: "As for your wish, I'll grant it; but where is your offering now?"

  Yun Hai Fan didn't quite understand the meaning of "Fu Wei Shang Xiang", only that it was a very ambiguous word often seen in ancient texts. Seeing Lan Si Cheng's slightly changing expression, she guessed that she must have used it incorrectly again. Lan Si Cheng walked over to her side and sat down with her on the ground, his fingertips drawing something on her palm. Yun Hai Fan felt a ticklish sensation but didn't dare laugh, silently enduring as she gradually figured out the two characters - "Respectful Language".

  My emotions used honorifics on the text, how embarrassing. Yunhai Fan pouted, if the real "Dark King" knew, he would probably be so angry that he'd hit the wall.

  Fortunately, Wen Zhan didn't quite understand these things either, and he really just "kowtowed" - bowing down respectfully, Yunhai Fan listened to the miscellaneous voices, thinking that this guy was so easy to deceive, how did he get bullied by him for so long? Suddenly, Wen Zhan spoke again: "Evil demon of the deepest layer of hell, please open your purple eyes that have been sleeping for billions of years and listen to the prayers of your descendants after countless generations! Your descendants offer a powerful sacrifice here, at the eighth strike of the dark night clock, she will appear before you, her flesh and blood will eventually be sacrificed to you. Grant me great power as your messenger to manifest the rules and order of this world!"

  Yun Hai Fan was about to spit it out, but if she didn't spray him with a face full of saliva, she would be letting herself down for the headaches she had been having these days. If she didn't beat him up badly, she would be letting him off easy for his insult of making her a sacrificial offering. However, Wen Zhan mentioned earlier that "the clock strikes eight in the dark night", doesn't that mean she's going to kick the bucket at 8 o'clock tonight? Yun Hai Fan glanced at her wristwatch, but unfortunately, it was too dark to see clearly, and Lan Si Cheng was drawing on her palm again - 15.

  Is there still fifteen minutes?

  Fifteen minutes is neither long nor short, but thinking carefully, it's still possible to do some things. Yunhai Fan decided not to entangle with him anymore: "Wandering soul in the dark night, your heart is the gate of all wonders, sincerely using the blood from the top of your heart to water the nocturnal sacrifice, you should sign the contract of life and death here."

  Lance's face was a bit unbearable, and on her hand, she repeatedly wrote two words - sinister.

  Clouds and sea sail back with his dazzling smile.

  Hehe, I'm not sinister, who's sinister?

  The exhibition hall on the other side seemed to quiet down all of a sudden, Yun Hai Fan felt that something was off, even if it was taking blood by force, it wouldn't be this quiet, could it be... The next second, she saw the paper man in front of her suddenly split open, the shattered paper pieces accompanied by a strong airflow, cut through the skin and left a bloody mark.

  "He's been discovered." Yun Hai Fan pushed with both hands, and the spiritual power instantly wrapped around the paper scraps, flying back in a swirl. Borrowing the remaining spiritual power from the original paper man, he struck Wen Zhan unprepared. A faint red bloodstain appeared on the paper scraps, and Yun Hai Fan could imagine the scene of Wen Zhan spitting out a mouthful of blood when he was hit.

  This was his weakest moment, and this blow was enough to hurt him.

  Lan Se Cheng suddenly took Yun Hai Fan and left, as soon as they left, the original flat ground was covered with frost. The leaves and paper scraps that were blown out by the cold air stopped abruptly in mid-air, drawing out long ice arrows, only a hair's breadth away from Yun Hai Fan's nose tip. The ice arrow was sharp and sharp, as if it would break through the skin at the slightest touch. Just as Yun Hai Fan stretched out his hand to touch it, Lan Se Cheng slapped it away.

  "Curiosity killed the cat." Lance ignored Yun Hai Fan's pained expression as he clutched his hand, "If you had touched it, they would have all blown up in the next second."

  Yun Hai Fan's face suddenly turned into a frosty expression, which should be more handsome than a shattered glass, so she stiffly curled her lips, with an unclear meaning. She hooked her finger, and a paper man flew out of her bag. She gave Lanshuang a meaningful glance, and Lanshuang understood and instantly moved to the side with her. Yun Hai Fan pushed the paper man, which collided with the ice arrow. The ice arrow indeed exploded as Lanshuang had said, creating an airflow that swept away the shattered ice and sent the paper man flying out. The paper man fell to the ground with a thud, looking like a real person.

  Wen Zhan was about to arrive, and Yun Hai Fan hastily gave the paper man spiritual power. The appearance of the paper man changed, looking as if it were Yun Hai Fan herself. Just as she finished doing all this, Wen Zhan arrived on the scene. He looked at the "Yun Hai Fan" lying on the ground and cursed: "I knew it was you who ruined my good fortune! If I hadn't seen that you had some spiritual power, who would have been happy to take another look at you?"

  Yun Hai Fan gritted his teeth, thinking of how to make the paper man go wild and beat people up. But before he could even lift his hand, Lan Si suddenly pressed down on Yun Hai Fan's hand, drew out his magic wand and swung it, causing Wen Zhan to feel as if a thousand tons of force had heavily smashed into the back of his head, making him fall forward with a thud, likely breaking his nose.

  Yun Hai Fan was just about to go collect blood samples when he heard Lan Si's calm and gentle voice asking, "Do you want a real human puppet?"