Chapter 198: Paper-Folding Person

The moment he heard this sound, Jian Changsheng felt his scalp tingle.

As night was about to fall, a paper person suddenly appeared in the deserted woods and could even speak... If Jian Changsheng hadn't been through quite a lot and possessed a firm mind, he would have been scared out of his wits right then and there.

He rushed out of the doghouse without hesitation, turned around, and ran wildly in the direction away from the paper person. At the same time, a short sword appeared in his palm, and he slashed it hard, scarlet blood appearing on the spot.

He waved his blood-stained palm hard, a few drops of blood shot out at high speed, and the next moment his figure disappeared from where he stood.

Jian Changsheng wasn't stupid. That paper person couldn't be a natural product; it must be controlled by someone... And whoever could do this was undoubtedly a possessor of a Divine Path, and definitely not the [Soldier Divine Path].

In Aurora City, the sudden appearance of a possessor of another Divine Path, who also seemed to be coming for him, made the other party's identity obvious...

Those Outsiders hired by the Star Chamber of Commerce? But didn't Liu Chen say they hadn't been deployed?!

Jian Changsheng cursed Liu Chen in his heart, regretting that he had been too quick when he killed him earlier. Now that he thought about it, the strange bird he encountered on his way back must have been the problem... Otherwise, he hadn't encountered anyone on the way, so how could the other party have tracked him all the way here?

Jian Changsheng used the [Blood-Dropping Top] twice in succession, escaping hundreds of meters in just a few seconds. The original paper person was no longer visible, but he still didn't stop.

Jian Changsheng knew very well how terrifying those Outsiders from the Star Chamber of Commerce were. Thinking he could shake them off with this level of effort was wishful thinking.

As if to confirm Jian Changsheng's thoughts, the next moment, he felt his shoulder sink, as if something was hanging on his back.

Jian Changsheng's pupils contracted slightly. He turned his head subconsciously to look.

At some point, that vivid paper face was crawling on his back, staring at him hollowly and strangely;

The moment they locked eyes, Jian Changsheng's heart seemed to skip a beat. He didn't know how this paper person had caught up to him in an instant after he had escaped such a distance... and he didn't have time to think about it.

The paper person gently raised its hand and patted his shoulder. A muffled sound like low thunder came from Jian Changsheng's body, and half of his body instantly lost sensation!

Jian Changsheng didn't even feel the pain before he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground!

The paper person crawling on his back also floated up like a kite the moment he fell, hanging upside down on the tip of a tree branch not far away. Its slight weight only bent the branch slightly.

"Who are you!?" Jian Changsheng struggled to climb up from the ground, his eyes red as blood.

Feeling Jian Changsheng's severely injured state, the [Blood Garment] began to operate frantically. A steady stream of power flowed through his body, and killing intent spread wildly in the deserted woods.

The paper person had no intention of speaking, just hanging silently from the tree branch, swaying slightly with the cold wind, like a New Year's painting left behind by someone.

Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth, stomped his feet hard on the ground, and shot toward the paper person like a cannonball!

Since he couldn't escape using the [Blood-Dropping Top], he had no choice but to fight head-on. Jian Changsheng held his short sword, and a cold light streaked toward the paper person's eyes at an astonishing speed!

Just as the blade was about to touch the other party, the paper person trembled slightly and disappeared from Jian Changsheng's front on the spot...

No, that couldn't be called disappearing at all. Jian Changsheng saw with his own eyes that the other party was "unfolded," as if someone had dismantled it out of thin air into several sheets of paper full of creases, and then turned into long "snakes" that instantly wrapped around his body along the hand he was wielding the short sword with!

Jian Changsheng was stunned. He had never anticipated this possibility. The scene before him completely exceeded his understanding of "combat"... When had the [Soldier Divine Path], which had always fought straightforwardly, ever fought such a strange battle?

Well... except when facing Chen Ling.

Jian Changsheng subconsciously wanted to swing his sword to cut the paper strips wrapped around him, but a few of them instantly entangled into something like a chain, completely binding his hands and feet. Another paper strip wrapped directly around his neck, hanging him from a tree branch.

Jian Changsheng struggled violently. The strength that could tear steel bars was unable to break free from these few paper strips. His neck was left with deep marks, and an intense feeling of suffocation surged into his heart!

Only then did he see a hunched figure walking slowly through the dim woods.

It was a thin, pale man with a back hunched like a hunchback and a limping gait. He looked like a refugee suffering from congenital malnutrition.

And at this moment, he was playing with a sticky note in his hand, skillfully folding and flipping it—sometimes turning it into a human shape, sometimes folding it into a paper crane, and sometimes folding it into a flower...

His drooping eyes lifted slightly, looking at Jian Changsheng hanging from the tree, with no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"This one, capture alive..."

As his voice fell, the paper strip wrapped around Jian Changsheng's neck loosened naturally. He fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily.

Jian Changsheng's purple face gasped violently. He stared fixedly at the pale man beside him, wanting to get up and continue fighting, but he couldn't break free from the paper snakes binding his hands and feet.

The pale man didn't pay him any mind. As the sticky note he was playing with unfolded, sheets of paper grew from the soil under his feet, wrapping and coiling around Jian Changsheng's body like they were alive, as if a white coffin were gradually sealing him inside.

Seeing this scene, Jian Changsheng seemed to think of something, and fear flashed in his eyes!

"Domain... you're a Fourth Tier?!"

As the pale man folded the sticky note in his fingertips into a small rectangular block, Jian Changsheng's body disappeared completely. Finally, only a white paper person lay alone on the ground, trembling constantly.

The pale man slowly squatted down, took out a red pen from his pocket, and dotted a pair of red eyes on the paper person. The paper person immediately became motionless and silent.

The forest fell into a deathly silence.

The pale man reached out and carried the light paper person on his hunched back. In the silent and dark woods, he walked silently in another direction, like a funeral director about to attend a funeral.

"Two more left... This time, no need for live ones." He muttered to himself.