Xia Xin looked around at the vehicles coming and going, a shiver snapped him back to his senses from the cold wind, "Ancestor, shall we get in the car first?"
"No rush."
The long sword in Jiangli's hand had already vanished.
Without waiting for Xia Xin to ask, she kneaded the paper figurine in her hand, her fingertips moving swiftly a few times.
Xia Xin saw the traces of vermilion on the paper figurine in her hand gradually change.
Xia Xin had not made out what was happening.
When he saw Jiangli toss the paper figurine to the ground.
The paper figurine, which had seemed like a mere piece of paper, suddenly stood up as if it had come to life, wobbling a few times on the spot as if discerning direction.
The next second, with arms akimbo, it began to walk forward.
Jiangli spoke in a calm tone, "You stay behind, Xia Xin and Fu'er follow."
As soon as she finished speaking, she followed the paper figurine forward.
