Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 12 Seeing the Sky Through Paper Eyes, the Demon Suppression Division Arrives

On this day, Changning County appeared calm and peaceful on the surface.

The Shen family closed their doors to visitors. Although the county government posted a reward notice, most of the constables were just going through the motions, spending their days loafing around in taverns and teahouses.

After all, if that flowery monk Lu Da really came, with their few dull-edged knives, they would just be cannon fodder.

Gu Yan sat in the shop, holding a bamboo strip in his hand, casually weaving a paper lantern.

His eyes were somewhat glazed over, as if he were in a daze, but in reality, his mind was already immersed in the huge intelligence network in his head.

Hundreds of paper eyes act like hundreds of surveillance cameras, capturing the movements of half the county.

This feeling of being in God's-eye view was somewhat addictive to him.

At this moment, a peculiar fluctuation emanated from a paper hole located on the beam of the City God Temple.

The City God Temple has been abandoned for many years, and only beggars and stray dogs appear there on ordinary days.

But at that moment, the temple welcomed two uninvited guests.

One male and one female.

The man was dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with a waist tag that was neither gold nor jade hanging from his waist. He carried a long sword on his back, and his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes exuded a fierce aura that made people dare not look him in the eye.

The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting red outfit, with a hot figure. She was playing with two thin, willow-leaf-like throwing knives in her hands, and her eyes were looking at the dilapidated statues around her with amusement.

"Is this the place where the Black Dragon Gang worships Lord Yin?"

The woman in red kicked the offering table on the ground and waved her hand dismissively to ward off the dust.

"That's all he's got, a real cheapskate. How much skill could that Master Yin possibly possess?"

The man in blue didn't speak, but walked to the statue, extended a slender finger, and gently rubbed it in the incense burner full of ash.

Then, he put his finger to his nose and smelled it.

"The scent of corpse oil."

The man spoke softly, his voice clear and cold, like jade striking each other.

"And it's enough for at least a hundred people's worth of corpse oil. Although the yin energy here has been deliberately concealed, the stench of blood has seeped into every single floor tile."

The woman in red curled her lip: "A hundred servings? The Black Dragon Gang has some nerve, raising evil spirits right under the nose of our Demon Suppression Division."

The Demon Suppression Division.

Upon hearing these three words, Gu Yan, who was making lanterns, trembled, and the bamboo strips almost pierced his fingers.

He was suddenly jolted.

In this world, besides ordinary government offices, there is a special institution that transcends imperial power: the Demon Suppression Division!

He is dedicated to slaying demons and monsters, and monitoring all martial artists and cultivators in the world!

Unexpectedly, this seemingly minor case of bride kidnapping attracted such a behemoth.

It seems that the commotion caused by the Shen family last night, while fooling the common people, did not escape the notice of the true master.

"Senior brother, what should we do? Should we just go and take down the Black Dragon Gang's headquarters?" The woman in red was eager to try.

"No rush."

The man in blue shook his head, his gaze deep.

"This Master Yin is just a puppet; there's probably a bigger fish behind him. And that armored monster who suddenly appeared last night was also acting very strangely."

"I went to see it too. That strange man killed the ghost matchmaker with a single blow. He had extremely strong physical strength and was also poisonous. It didn't seem like a weirdo, but rather some kind of mechanical puppetry. Hmph, interesting."

Gu Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

The people from the Demon Suppression Division are indeed formidable; they deduced almost everything just from the traces at the scene.

Fortunately, I wrapped myself up tightly last night and didn't show my face.

The man in blue continued:

"The waters of Changning County are more murky than we thought. Let's hold back for now and investigate covertly. If we can lure out that armored monster, or the mastermind behind Master Yin, then we can launch a full-scale operation."

The woman in red shrugged. "Fine, whatever you say. But this shabby place doesn't even have a decent inn. Where are we going to stay tonight?"

"Go to the county government office. Although Zhao Feng, that old fox, is greedy, he's still quite efficient."

As they talked, the two turned and walked out of the City God Temple.

Only after their figures completely disappeared did Gu Yan sever the connection with the paper eye and let out a long breath.

That was close.

If I had been greedy last night and tried to make another fortune at the Black Dragon Gang's headquarters, I would probably have run right into the hands of these two killing gods.

If Gu Yan cannot reveal the lineage behind this mysterious puppet technique, the people of the Demon Suppression Division will likely not gain any advantage.

Just hold on.

We have to be even more cautious.

Gu Yan made up his mind that he would not let Tie Sha show his face for the next few days, and he himself would also stay home as much as possible.

Now that the Demon Suppression Division has arrived, let them fight it out with Master Yin of the Black Dragon Gang.

If I just hide in the shadows and watch them fight to the death, I might end up as a corpse collector.

This is the duty of a paper craftsman.

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the shop.

It wasn't the heavy footsteps of a martial artist, but rather a somewhat unsteady footstep accompanied by coughing.

Gu Yan looked up and saw a young man dressed in a tattered long gown, looking like a scholar, walk in.

The man had a sallow complexion, sunken eyes, and looked like he had indulged in excessive sexual activity. His eyes revealed an unusual excitement.

"Boss, would you like to make paper figures?"

The scholar asked eagerly as soon as he entered the room.

"Do."

Gu Yan put down his work. "Do you want young boys and girls, or carriages and pavilions?"

"No, it's not for the dead."

The scholar waved his hand, leaned closer to the counter, and lowered his voice to say:

"I want to make one for living people..."

"A living person?"

Gu Yan's brows furrowed deeply.

"Yes, make me a beauty."

The scholar wore a lewd and infatuated smile. "She should be like...like the young lady Hongyu from Chunfeng Pavilion, with a slender waist, a fair complexion, and most importantly..."

He pulled out an extremely realistic erotic painting from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

"Do it this way! The closer the better! Can you do it?"

Gu Yan looked at the picture, then glanced at the scholar whose body had been emptied by lust, and felt speechless.

This world is truly full of all kinds of people.

Some people will do anything to survive, while others will go to a paper-making shop for such a trivial matter.

"It can be done."

Gu Yan said calmly, "Five taels of silver."

"Five taels?!" The scholar jumped up. "Why don't you just rob me?"

"To make it look like the real thing, you need to use good paper and also paint the skin and bones."

Gu Yan remained expressionless. "If you think it's too expensive, turn left, buy a block of tofu and smash your head against it, then go find Miss Hongyu in your dreams."

The scholar gritted his teeth, seemingly after a fierce internal struggle, and finally took out a handful of copper coins and a few pieces of silver from his pocket, making up five taels.

"Here! Make sure it looks real! I want it tonight!"

"Okay, I'll pick it up tonight."

Gu Yan accepted the money and watched the scholar's departing figure, his eyes flickering.

There was a faint demonic aura about this scholar.

It's not ghostly energy, it's demonic energy.

That's the smell of a fox.

This scholar is probably possessed by some kind of fox demon, and his vital energy is severely depleted.

Did he really make paper figures because of lust?

Or is it the fox demon behind it who wants to do something through the paper figure?

interesting.

Gu Yan touched his chin.

The Demon Suppression Division is investigating ghosts, the Black Dragon Gang is raising evil spirits, and now a fox demon has appeared.

This tiny Changning County is truly a chaotic mess.

However, as long as they pay, they are customers.

Gu Yan turned around and went into the back room, picking up scissors and colored paper.

Since you want a beauty, I'll make one for you.

But I'll add a little something extra to this beauty's belly.

For example... a few freshly made explosion talismans?

Oh right, that's another little trick I learned after mastering the art of paper-making.

Gunpowder and cinnabar were mixed and sealed inside a paper talisman. Once exposed to demonic energy, it would…

Bang.

Gu Yan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

This is also for the safety of the customer. After all, humans and demons are different. In order to prevent the scholar from being drained, if this paper figure explodes, the fox demon will also suffer a lot.

Incidentally, it can also point out the way for those two officials from the Demon Suppression Division who are searching for clues everywhere.