Muttering words of power under his breath.
The next moment.
The little paper figure eerily stood up, swaying as it straightened its papery form, its hollow eyes staring straight in the direction of Fan Wu.
The mouth on its face actually split open, emitting a strange, creaking laugh.
"Paper ghost!" Zhu Sun gnashed his teeth angrily, "Kill this fake Taoist for me now!"
"Kill him!"
Upon hearing the command, the tiny paper figure charged at Fan Wu with claws bared.
However.
The next moment.
The rage on Zhu Sun's face suddenly stiffened.
Because to his shock, he saw his own paper minion crushed beneath the foot of the fake Taoist!
The small paper ghost let out weird screams under the sole of Fan Wu's shoe.
But Fan Wu's shoe might as well have been a Five Finger Mountain.
No matter how it screamed or struggled.
It couldn't escape.
Fan Wu bent down and pinched it up.
