Sorry, I Can't
"Ding! [Host has converted a ghost soldier. Merit points 100!]”
"Ding! [Host has converted a ghost soldier. Merit points 100!]”
"Ding! Host converted a ghost, merit points 10000!”
"Ding! Host has converted a ghost general. Merit points 1,000,000!”
Bai Ming was stunned at first, but then joy appeared on his face.
He had completely forgotten about it.
In the system's notes, there was also a merit reward for edifying the undead.
Bai Ming was influenced by the fighting spirit of Gao Guohua's 33 soldiers and didn't think much about the merit. But now, the system had given him a reward.
There were a total of 30 ghost soldiers, two ghosts, and the ghost general Gao Guohua.
The system gave him a total of 1,023,000 merit points for the 33 Fighting Souls.
Adding on the remaining 5680 merit points, Bai Ming now had a total of 1,028,650 merit points!
It was just enough for the next upgrade.
Bai Ming did not hesitate and once again raised his level to Perfect Fusion.
He was still a step away from the Golden Core Stage.
The benefits of entering the Golden Core Stage made Bai Ming's heart burn.
However, Bai Ming would need more than two million merit points to successfully advance from the Perfect Heart Realm to the early-stage Golden Core Realm.
Now, he had 4650 points left!
He could only deal with the backlash from the paper figurine.
"Calm down, there's no hurry!"
Bai Ming comforted himself.
It was the Age of Chaos, and it was difficult for cultivators to move. There weren't many ghosts in the world for Bai Ming to deal with and obtain merit.
He could only wait for an opportunity.
Bai Ming was a very patient person.
After improving his strength, Bai Ming moved the paper man with the painted eyes, which had been possessed by the 33 military spirits, back to the store.
As a paper maker, it was taboo to draw eyes on paper figurines.
It might even backfire on itself.
Although Bai Ming was ridiculously strong, he still needed to be careful.
He didn't want to be tainted by karma and get himself into trouble.
The stronger he was, the more careful he had to be.
Bai Ming placed the 33 paper men together and burned incense in front of them.
This would take three days and three nights.
Three days later, he would burn these paper men with painted eyes.
To be on the safe side, Bai Ming also used 3300 merit points to eliminate the Evil Qi on the paper man with the painted eyes, so as to avoid harming himself.
As a result, Bai Ming only had 1350 merit points left!
He instantly returned to the feeling before he was liberated.
He shook his head and went to rest.
Early in the morning, Bai Ming was woken up by the noise outside.
He realized something and his expression turned ugly.
Bai Ming spread out his Spiritual Power and understood everything.
Indeed, the matter was directed at him.
The man in a suit and the beautiful woman stood outside the office. Behind them was a hospital bed with the body of a little boy on it.
It was covered with a white cloth.
There was also a reporter beside him.
There were onlookers all around.
The beautiful woman knelt on the ground and said in pain,"Evil techniques are harmful!" The boss of this white matter shop killed my son, and the police actually let him go. Is there any justice left?”
"He's the murderer. Please give my dead son justice!”
The man in the suit also shouted with a sorrowful expression.
The reporter looked at the camera and said," The sorcery harmed people. The paper figurines killed people. The murderer's methods seemed to be very brilliant.”
More and more people gathered around.
Most of these pedestrians were residents nearby, and many of them were witnesses to the resurrection of the paper figurines on the night of the Qingming Festival.
One of them was the old lady.
Her forehead was still wrapped in gauze.
Looking at the man in a suit and the beautiful woman, the old lady said angrily,"Bullsh * t! It was your son who committed a taboo. He secretly drew the eyes of the paper man and peed in the basin where the paper money was burned. He provoked something he shouldn't have provoked, so he died in an accident. It has nothing to do with Boss Bai.”
Immediately, the old lady explained the situation in detail.
The reporter was a little surprised.
"I didn't expect things to turn around." She said in surprise.”
After understanding the situation, the reporters were also a little speechless.
In the end, it turned out to be a disaster caused by a devilish brat.
The passersby who were watching the show thought of the paper man murder case that had exploded on the Internet a few days ago.
Even though those messages were quickly suppressed by God Harmony, many people still watched the video.
Although everyone hated the naughty children, they were still fresh lives after all.
Paper figurines killing people?
Other than a few elderly people, no one would believe it.
Everyone wanted to know the truth.
Especially parents with children.
This time, it was someone else's child who died. Would the next accident happen to him?
With sympathy, many people supported the man in a suit and the beautiful woman.
There were also many people who were here to watch the show and shouted for the boss of the white matter shop to get out.
Bai Ming knew the human heart very well. He wouldn't be stupid enough to walk out.
Bai Ming calmly brewed a cup of tea and lay down comfortably on the rocking chair. Then, he called Lin Dong and explained the situation.
Five to six minutes later, police sirens sounded.
Apart from Lin Dong, Yang Ling, and Li Ming, even Director Gao Zhen had come.
After the incident at the Ghost Club, they all knew how powerful Bai Ming was.
The Paper Figurine Murder Case had nothing to do with Bai Ming.
The devilish brat had it coming.
They attributed the supernatural power to the murderer and had already helped Bai Ming get away with it.
However, the man in a suit and the beautiful woman were unwilling to give up. Now, they actually invited reporters to cause trouble.
Going against the officials when they were in the wrong, wasn't that courting death?
The government would not cover up for anyone, and similarly, they would not allow anyone to be presumptuous.
After Gao Zhen knocked on the door, Bai Ming opened the door slowly.
The eyes of the man in a suit and the beautiful woman turned red when they saw Bai Ming.
"You killed my son, so you have to pay with my son's life.”
The beautiful woman roared.
Bai Ming didn't say anything. He looked at Gao Zhen.
At this time, no one had more authority than the police.
Gao Zhen cleared his throat and shouted,"The police have confirmed that this matter has nothing to do with Boss Bai. The family of the deceased is causing trouble here for no reason. If there is a next time, they will be detained.”
The pedestrian frowned.
Gao Zhen continued," The police also pay attention to evidence when arresting people. There is no evidence to prove that Boss Bai is suspected of murder, so don't be led astray by someone with ulterior motives."”
Gao Zhen did not mention that the paper figurine could come to life. This was a supernatural power. It was very troublesome to explain, and the police would not put it on the surface.
He didn't know how to explain.
They could only let this kind of supernatural event slowly fade away with the passage of time.
This was the best solution.
However, some pedestrians mentioned this matter.
"Can the paper man with painted eyes really come alive?"
The female reporter standing at the front asked.
Gao Zhen frowned.
After thinking for a while, he still said," This matter needs to be confirmed. When everyone goes to the white matter shop to buy things in the future, you must follow the words of the boss."”
Gao Zhen had already changed the topic.
The female reporter wanted to ask something but was interrupted by a middle-aged man.
"The paper maker is known as the fishing of the nether door. The so-called fishing of the nether door is to earn money from the dead. There are many taboos in it. Since ancient times, it has been a rule passed down from the older generation.”
Hearing this voice, everyone subconsciously looked over and saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses echoing Gao Zhen.
Bai Ming recognized him. He was the owner of the fried glutinous rice shop, Ah You!
Nodding at Bai Ming, Ah You continued,"" Rumor has it that the Painted Eyes Paper Figurine is psychic. Some dirty things will take the opportunity to attach themselves to the Painted Eyes Paper Figurine, making it look like it's alive. If this kind of thing is violated, it will backfire on the paper maker. If it's not handled well, it might even kill you.”
"Ah!"
Ah You's short words made the onlookers 'expressions change again and again.
Many people who knew the industry began to agree.
"That's right. Different professions are like different mountains. Paper people are indeed taboo.”
"Didn't you notice? The paper figurines we bought during the Qingming Festival and the Hungry Ghost Festival didn't have eyes!”
"F * ck! There was such a thing? I even wanted to draw eyes on the paper figurine! Luckily, I didn't do anything unnecessary!"
"It's all the brat's fault. You can't blame the shopkeeper.”
"The naughty child is too annoying, and the parents who protect the naughty child are even more annoying.”
"A loving mother spoils her son. I'm not afraid of the naughty child being insensible, but I'm afraid that insensible parents will harm others and themselves!”
“……”
For a moment, the surroundings of the white matter shop exploded.
Clearly, many pedestrians were being harassed by the devilish brat.
The suited man and the beautiful woman saw that the spearhead was pointed at them instead. Their expressions were ugly, and their hearts were sullen.
Gao Zhen walked towards the man in a suit and the beautiful woman and said,""I can understand how you feel, but this matter really has nothing to do with Boss Bai. How about this? The police station will pay for it and let Boss Bai tie some paper figurines on your son's head and send him on his way!”
Gao Zhen looked at Bai Ming and asked,""Boss Bai, I'll have to trouble you with this matter.”
However, Bai Ming shook his head and said,""Sorry, I can't."
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