"Hmm?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, looking at Chen Ping'an.

"You mean, your parents died tragically, but you didn't, and this itself is strange?"

Chen Ping'an nodded with a determined look on his small face.

"Then why didn't you leave, and why do you still stay in this courtyard?"

"I have nowhere to go, and if I leave, no one will really care about my parents..."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Yes, I am!"

Chen Ping'an's body trembled slightly. He put down the tools in his hand and tightly gripped the paper figure.

"Did you cut this paper figure too?" Chen Yuan's eyes were fixed on the paper figure in his hand.

This was a paper figure about half a person's size. The face was painted vividly, and two drops of bright red blood were dotted at the eyes, making it look somewhat eerie.

"No, my parents always enshrined it in their room. Now that they've passed away, I want to burn the paper figure for them. Would you like to see it?"

Chen Ping'an answered irrelevantly, holding up the paper figure.

Chen Yuan subconsciously gripped the hilt of his saber and said in a low voice:

"Sure."

Chen Ping'an stood up, holding up the paper figure and handing it to Chen Yuan.

Suddenly, the paper figure's eyes flickered with a trace of light, slightly reddish, and it actually broke free from Chen Ping'an's hand, attacking Chen Yuan at an extremely fast speed.

Chen Ping'an froze on the spot, at a loss.

Chen Yuan's heart was on alert. He instantly unleashed his saber drawing technique. A flash of white light passed by, and the paper figure rushing towards Chen Yuan was split in two.

However, the paper figure did not stop.

The split body floated, and the thin fingers were about to poke Chen Yuan's chest.

Golden paint instantly condensed under Chen Yuan's clothes.

"Bang!"

Although the paper figure was thin, Chen Yuan felt a great force, and he was knocked back several meters by the paper figure, staggering backwards.

"Wicked arts!"

Chen Yuan's heart sank. He realized that Chen Ping'an's parents' death was definitely related to demonic cultivators. At this moment, he really didn't know if his luck was good or bad.

Originally, he was just a little suspicious, so he came to take a look. If there was nothing abnormal, he would prepare to return to the county office with Zhao Ning to report.

Chen Yuan was not very interested in searching for the traces of demonic cultivators. The remnants who escaped from the prefectural office were definitely not something a small Lian Pi (Skin Refinement) cultivator like him could resist.

The paper figure seemed to be controlled by someone. After repelling Chen Yuan, the two sections of its body floated in the air, and a pair of hands flickered with light.

Sharp!

Chen Yuan grabbed something nearby and threw it at the paper figure. Using the force of the throw, Chen Yuan leaped up, and his saber slashed fiercely, but the paper figure dodged the blow by slightly tilting its body.

"Bang!"

Chen Yuan landed and swung his saber again, slashing at the air.

"Whoosh."

Chen Yuan raised his left arm and fired a hidden arrow, piercing the paper figure. Then, he stepped forward again, and the saber in his hand flashed with light.

He didn't dare to stop at all. The paper figure was very strange and full of killing intent.

Soon, the paper figure floating in the air was cut into dozens of pieces by Chen Yuan, and it fell to the ground, no longer moving... Chen Yuan quickly lit a fire starter and threw it on the paper figure.

The flames burned at an extremely fast speed and lasted for a full ten breaths before extinguishing.

The calmness on Chen Ping'an's face finally disappeared, replaced by a look of panic. It seemed that even he himself had not expected the paper figure to suddenly act like this.

"Why was the paper figure calmly hidden in Chen Ping'an's hand, but when I came, it wanted to attack?" Chen Yuan's expression was uncertain, and he suddenly looked at Chen Ping'an.

A gleam of cyan light flashed in his eyes.

Heavenly Eye!

As soon as the Heavenly Eye technique was activated, Chen Yuan was overjoyed. His guess was correct. Chen Ping'an did indeed possess luck.

Just now, between thoughts, Chen Yuan had a guess that the paper figure might be protecting or monitoring Chen Ping'an's safety, and his intrusion seemed to make the paper figure feel threatened.

Or perhaps... in Peace Town (Ping An Zhen), there was someone silently watching all of this, secretly controlling the paper figure to kill...

Chen Yuan carried his saber and walked step by step towards Chen Ping'an, who was hiding in the corner and trembling slightly.

"You want to kill me?"

Feeling the faint desire on Chen Yuan's face, Chen Ping'an seemed to sense something.

"Yes."

Chen Yuan did not refute.

"Why? I... I don't know about the paper figure's strangeness." Chen Ping'an swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I know, I'm killing you, not because of this..." Chen Yuan didn't explain further.

"I... I..." Chen Ping'an felt the dangerous aura on Chen Yuan's body and was speechless for a moment.

"Can I know the reason?" Finally, Chen Ping'an said this, as if he had already accepted his fate.

Chen Yuan shook his head, "No."

Although killing a child with no power to defend himself was very inhumane, Chen Yuan had to kill him. He needed the luck on Chen Ping'an's body.

This was not a matter of right or wrong.

If he hadn't discovered that he possessed luck, Chen Yuan would not have killed innocent people indiscriminately. After all, Chen Ping'an had already suffered a lot.

"Then can I ask you for one thing?" Chen Ping'an suddenly calmed down again.

Because the officer in front of him did not waver in the slightest.

"What is it?" Chen Yuan stopped.

"The thing is..." Chen Ping'an paused, and a hint of blood appeared in his eyes.

He instantly leaped up from the corner, his palms glowing with a dark, inky color, grabbing at Chen Yuan, and he smiled, his mouth splitting open:

"The thing is, let me suck your blood dry, okay?"

Chen Yuan's pupils shrank, sensing the danger, and he immediately raised his saber to block in front of him. Chen Ping'an grabbed the blade with a grab, making a crisp sound.

Chen Yuan retreated again and again, his hair standing on end, staring at Chen Ping'an:

"You killed your parents!"

Chen Ping'an showed a harmless smile:

"I lost control of my practice, and they noticed. I couldn't control myself and accidentally killed them..."

"Then why didn't you leave, but instead..."

"I told you, I accidentally killed them, it wasn't my intention. I was going to leave after the seventh day mourning period."

"I didn't expect you to come to my door."

Chen Ping'an shook his head, stepping forward, the nails on his hands glowing with a cold light, stabbing towards Chen Yuan.

"If you didn't make a move, I wouldn't have noticed anything..." Chen Yuan's face was full of solemnity, and he wielded his saber to retreat.

"I know, but I couldn't help but want to suck your blood. Just now, I was grinding wood, trying to restrain my bloodthirsty desire."

"Bang!"

Chen Yuan slashed at Chen Ping'an's side, splitting open the coffins of his parents with one slash, while Chen Ping'an took the opportunity to leap away and scattered a handful of poison powder.

Coincidentally, Chen Yuan also threw out a bag of lime powder.

A faint green mist and white mist filled the entire room. Chen Yuan activated the Vajra Glazed Body (Jingang Liuli Shen), and at the same time held his breath, slashing upwards with his saber.

"Tear!"

The sound of clothes mixing with flesh and blood sounded, and Chen Yuan cut a long wound on Chen Ping'an's chest.

Chen Ping'an, aroused by ferocity, tried to stab his nails into Chen Yuan's chest in an exchange of injuries.