Twilight Boundary

Seeing that the eldest son of the Lu family didn't have a very good attitude, the knife-throwing man quickly agreed and asked no more questions.

If others are willing, that's the best. If they don't want to, there's nothing you can do about it.

In fact, there are many half-knives in this world who are born in this way. No matter how well you practice the unique skill of flying knives, they are just outsiders. They can hurt people. If they can't hurt evil spirits, but if they can learn After receiving this curse, one is considered to be connected with the sect, and one's worth also increases.

Of course, if you buy a spell for a few hundred taels, some people think it's cheap, while others think it's a loss. It just depends on the individual.

There are also some things that can be spread among the people in Hu Ma's family.

Just like the moves they practiced, it is a good fist, kick and knife technique once used, and it is nothing if taught to others.

After everyone had made up their mind, they continued to move forward. I don't know if it was because of Young Master Lu's words, but they became more and more silent as they walked. They always felt that the pines and cypresses around them were getting deeper and deeper, misty and unsteady. Feel.

Hu Ma even followed the donkey cart. On the surface, he looked normal, but in fact, his whole body was tense. After walking less than a dozen feet, he suddenly glanced at something from the corner of his eyes and paused slightly.

It was behind a pine tree. Leng Buding poked out a pale face, glanced at them, and then retracted.

Not only did Hu Ma stop his legs so violently, but the old monkey who was leading the donkey cart and Mr. Lu were also suddenly stunned.

However, the one who wielded the flying knife did not respond. When he saw everyone stopped, he was startled and hurriedly drew the flying knife in his hand.

But the face behind the tree disappeared in a flash, and it was eight hundred years too late.

Everyone couldn't help but look at the one who wielded the flying knife, and their eyes looked a little strange.

The knife-thrower was also sweating profusely. He raised his sleeve and wiped it, and whispered: "I was distracted. I'll be more careful."

Everyone remained silent and continued walking. They didn't go far when they heard the rustling of grass behind them.

I thought it was the wind blowing, but it was originally very quiet, but suddenly there was this movement. Those who reacted quickly knew something was wrong immediately, so they turned around and looked, and they saw a white thing squatting in the grass.

Everyone was shocked, and at the same time they looked at the buddy who was using the flying knife.

He was still walking forward, but when he realized something was wrong, he reacted, turned around, and yelled.

The flying knife in his hand shot out, but it hit crookedly and hit a tree that was a few feet away.

The way everyone looked at him this time was indescribably weird. The man who threw the knife was also sweating in layers. He raised his sleeves to wipe them with an awkward expression and explained to Young Master Lu: " I...I usually face people, and in this business..."

"...I really have no experience."

"..."

Young Master Lu had a cold face and said nothing. He just turned around and whispered: "Master Monkey."

The old monkey leading the donkey in front knew what he meant. He slowly shook his head and said, "There's no need to bother anymore."

"Even if he hits accurately, I'm afraid the flying knife won't be enough."

"..."

Everyone listened, and suddenly their hair was tingling. When they looked forward, they saw that a thin mist had appeared in the pine trees in front of them. They could vaguely see behind the trees, among the grass, and in the cracks between the stones. Pale paper faces appeared.

But he only poked his head slightly and then slowly retracted it.

But the feeling of being stared at by so many eyes remained deeply in everyone's hearts, and they couldn't help but panic.

"What's going on?"

"..."

If it was fake, why did everyone see such a scene.

If it is true, then how many paper figures must be hidden in this mountain, and they are all movable?

"It's my junior sister's technique."

Young Master Lu was obviously a little helpless. He glanced at the flying knife wielder and whispered: "She got the skill of sticking paper with her hands from the master, and she can do it better than me."

"I originally wanted to borrow this gentleman's flying knife to perform this surgery on her, but it seems that I thought too little. I have no choice but to fight head-on."

"Gentlemen, from now on, we will follow Monkey behind us and watch our steps. No one should speak. Especially if someone calls our name, we must not look back or agree."

"As soon as you agree, half of your soul is lost; as soon as you turn around, your life is gone."

"..."

Hearing what he said, everyone was panicked, and some even started to retreat.

Everyone is a gangster, and they have experienced a few dangerous things that cost their lives, but this kind of sudden death is scary to hear.

If real swords and guns were used, even if it was a little more dangerous, everyone would still think it was acceptable...

In the dead silence, Hu Ma suddenly said: "How does she know our names?"

Only then did everyone react.

Yes, if we are called by name, we must know our name. How do the things in this mountain know?

"They don't know."

Young Master Lu glanced at everyone and said, "But it will make you feel like something is calling your name."

"No one else can hear it, only you can hear it, but as soon as you are called, agree, or turn around, you will be tricked."

"This is the doorway in our torture soul, called living soul. There are distant calls and near calls. To call far, you need to know the birth date and name, as well as the clothes, shoes and objects used by the original owner. Only in this way can you call him. .”

"To call someone up close, you only need a name, and even the name doesn't have to be accurate. Suddenly, the soul comes out."

"My junior sister is cunning and can summon your souls without being close. I don't know exactly how. I can only tell you that you will hear various sounds for a while. When you hear them, they all sound like shouting. your name."

"When the skill is deep, the scream will be more similar. When the skill is shallow, the scream will be more vague, but you cannot agree to it. If it is an ordinary scream, Mr. Monkey and I will help you solve it."

"If the call is very clear and it is indeed your name, it means that the paper man is very close to you, and you must not agree."

"He just took a mouthful of filthy phlegm and spit it heavily on the ground."

"..."

After everyone heard this, they stopped talking and just looked at the Monkey Master leading the donkey in front of them.

But I saw that he also smiled silently, took out a lantern from the donkey cart, carefully put the fire stick in it and lit it.

, suddenly a white light appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Hu Ma had seen this kind of white lantern last night, but it couldn't illuminate the road at night.

But now that it is lit, the misty fog on the surrounding mountain roads seems to have been dispelled by the light of this white lantern.

What's even more surprising is that when the lantern is lit, the inside is fluttering, as if it is full of moths.

At a glance, it was densely packed, maybe there were dozens of them?

"This means that he has killed dozens of people before... old bastard!"

Hu Ma exhaled lowly, suppressed the negative emotions in her heart, and just followed the crowd obediently.

The mountain road was actually not long, but they walked slower and slower, and became quieter and quieter. It was so quiet that it was as if the sound of their own footsteps walking on the mountain road and the sound of donkey carts rolling over the gravel on the path could no longer be heard.

I could only vaguely hear the sound of the surrounding mountain wind blowing through the pines and cypresses, and the crisp sound of the paper figurine's clothes rubbing against the grass. Suddenly, there was a laugh.

Hu Ma clearly saw that the person walking in front who was wielding a flying knife tensed up violently.

He immediately understood that he must have heard someone calling his name, but he really held back and did not answer.

"Instigating..."

At the same time, the old monkey looked down and saw a white moth in his lantern. Suddenly it flew out of the lantern and flew into the forest. There was a paper with a strange smile on its face. People are around and disappear with it.

Hu Ma was slightly surprised and understood immediately.

They fished so many souls here just to deal with the paper-tying technique under the sweet potato burning cloth.

The paper figurine burned by sweet potato can call out the soul, and the method of calling the soul is obviously much better than the old monkey's method.

But the old monkey caught so many souls in advance just to break his technique.

Sure enough, everyone continued to walk forward along the mountain road. From time to time there were white figures shaking around, and from time to time they could be noticed. It seemed that someone's body froze for a moment when his name was called.

However, a moth suddenly appeared in the lantern and flew out for them, and the number of paper figures in the mountain was reduced by one.

Halfway through the journey, everyone was feeling extremely stressed, but suddenly they heard a shiver beside them.

Turning around suddenly, he saw that it was the one wielding the flying knife. Behind him, there was a paper man standing close to him. His head was tied with white paper, and he was close to his shoulder.

Thinking that he was too close to him and called his name, he was too frightened. His clothes shook and the movement was heard by everyone around him.

But fortunately, he still held back and spit out a mouthful of filthy phlegm on the ground.

"Hey..."

The paper man actually let out a faint cry and reluctantly flew back into the thick fog on the mountain road.

"Sure enough, there are paper figures that can lie on their backs and call people's names..."

Everyone was shocked, and no one dared to be careless. They just couldn't help but speed up the pace, and their backs straightened subconsciously.

Even Hu Ma, like them, did hear a voice during this process.

Moreover, it is clear that it is called "flax".

But he resisted and did not react, and a moth flew out of the lantern and took his place.

But while walking like this, when they were about to cross the mountain road, Hu Ma just raised her head to look at the road, and suddenly felt a slight coolness on her shoulders.

It was a very light touch, which he was very familiar with, because it was like this when Xiao Hongtang lay on his back.

But now it will definitely not be Xiao Hongtang. When he is dealing with people in these sects, a fierce fight will break out at any time. Lest they have the means to hurt the little angel, he will never let Xiao Hongtang follow.

At most, Xiao Hongtang would just follow him from a distance. If he had a chance, he would jump in. If there was no chance, he would split up and run for his life.

So what is it that is lying on his back like this?

Hu Ma forcibly resisted turning her head, but she turned her eyes slightly to the side, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of pale white with bright red inside, which was the blush on the face of the paper man.

Immediately, he whispered his name into his ear: "Zhou Dazhuang..."

Hu Ma's body stiffened, then he stood still for a moment, spat hard on the ground, and then strode forward.