The shadow gave out a sound like a ghost crying, "The person my master wants, you dare snatch?"

Qu Mo said coldly, "Tell that to my master! If you don't want to deliver the message, then stay."

The shadow said sharply, "My master will come to him sooner or later."

"Scram!" Qu Mo picked me up and walked out of the gate.

Qu Mo was still walking ahead with his hands behind his back, and I was still following him.

After walking for a long time, Qu Mo said, "How did you know that the person outside the window wasn't Li Chunfeng?"

I replied, "When my dad was chasing me away, he was so anxious that he definitely wouldn't have time to leave me a letter. That letter must have been written by a ghost. He was afraid of you, so he wanted me to find a way to escape. If I escape your sight, I'm really dead."

Qu Mo said in a deep voice, "I haven't let you see me all this time, how did you know I would chase after you?"

"I don't know!" I said truthfully, "If I don't save myself, I'll just wait to die. I can only try."

"Mm!" Qu Mo hummed and said, "What do you think of that letter?"

I thought for a while and said, "The content is probably partly true and partly false, right? I think what it said about my dad wanting to change my fate is true."

I tentatively asked, "Am I really a corpse fate?"

"No! It's a life even more evil than a corpse fate." Qu Mo said coldly, "A person like you who doesn't even know how long they can live doesn't need to know so much. Wait until you can survive before thinking about anything else!"

Qu Mo said as he walked, "Li Chunfeng probably found a ghost spirit to be your substitute. The ghost that's chasing you is just a servant of the ghost spirit. You and the ghost spirit have connected auras, he will definitely come to you. You should think about how to live!"

"Li Chunfeng, you fool! It's just a son, what's there to be reluctant about."

After Qu Mo cursed, he refused to say anything else. He led me all the way into a deep mountain forest, and then stopped in front of a desolate grave. He patted the tombstone three times in a row.

A crack quickly opened on the grave covered with weeds. A pair of pale hands opened the soil from the bottom up like lifting a blanket, and sat up from the grave.

Paper figure!

I took a few steps back before I regained my composure.

Apart from the eyes, the paper figure's face only had painted facial features. The only real eyes were the most terrifying part of him. It was clearly a pair of living human eyes that had been gouged out and set into the paper figure's face.

Qu Mo said to me, "Take off your clothes and give them to him."

I threw my clothes to the other party as Qu Mo told me to. After the paper figure put on my clothes, he even winked at me.

Qu Mo sneered, "You're really stupid. You know I want to kill you, but you still do as I say."

Qu Mo looked at me coldly and said, "The paper figure is wearing your clothes, so he's already tainted with your human aura. No matter where you run, he will find you. Don't think about running, if you want to live, you have to kill him."

Qu Mo said in a deep voice, "There are nine ghosts in this paper figure. These nine people are all ruthless, vicious people. You have to kill him nine times to destroy him. After you kill him nine times, he won't pester you anymore. One less time, and you will die."

"If you can't kill him nine times, he will kill you nine times. Don't worry, when he kills you, he will definitely not chop you into pieces. As long as you are not beheaded, I can save you. I won't let you die until you've been killed nine times."

Qu Mo changed the subject and said, "Don't worry, I always pay attention to fairness when playing games. I won't just let the nine ghosts kill you without teaching you anything."

"After I teach you kung fu for a month, he will start chasing you for a month. If you can avoid it, I will teach you for another month. If you can't avoid it, this grave will be yours."

Qu Mo said that the paper figure could kill me nine times, and he really wasn't joking at all.

The first time I fought the paper figure, I was buried alive in the grave by him. I was almost suffocated into unconsciousness before Qu Mo pulled me out of the grave.

That time, Qu Mo told me, "If you can't beat him, you have to find a way to deceive him. It's stupid to use force when you don't have the strength."

I thought about it for a whole month. When I fought for the second time, the paper figure was indeed led into a trap by me, but my trap didn't trap him. Instead, I was pushed off the mountain by the paper figure and vomited blood on the spot.

Qu Mo carried me up from the bottom of the mountain step by step, and I managed to save my life.

That time, I spent three months just recuperating.

Qu Mo only told me one thing: "If you believe everything others say, you will be played to death sooner or later. It's not wrong to want to outwit, but you have to estimate the other party's strength. Otherwise, you're just a clown in other people's eyes. No matter how much you jump, you're just a joke. Think about it carefully! You can still live seven times."

During the month I was recuperating, the paper figure came to see me almost every day and mocked me.

At first, I was still cursing back at them, but after a long time, I started talking to them.

That's when I learned that the ghosts sealed in the paper figure by Qu Mo were nine notorious bandits from different eras. Each of them was as cunning as a ghost and as ruthless as they come, and each had their own unique skills.

The tricks I came up with were not even as good as the lies a child tells in their eyes.