The white figure became as thin as a piece of paper in the night wind, and then pierced the darkness at an extremely fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, Aoki and Yu took out a paper man the size of a palm from somewhere. The workmanship of the paper man looked very rough and could only tell the basic shape. As for appearance, clothing, etc., it was all blurred.

He clasped his hands together and held the paper man in his hand. When he separated, the green light flashed past his side and there was an additional figure.

Roger looked at it with a delicate and slightly old-fashioned face. The woman in front of him was extremely beautiful, but she gave people a sense of unreality, as if she had walked out of the scroll.

At this moment, the vibration from the place where red light lingers in the distance changed. Aoki and Yu's faces changed. He groaned, and the woman standing beside him spoke.

"Xiao Zhi is dead."

"So fast?"

What Aoki and Yu just used should be one of Yin-Yang Techniques, which can inject spiritual power into paper people made with special techniques and manipulate them to complete various tasks.

The little Zhi was very fast, and it was obviously more suitable for some detection activities, but she was destroyed as soon as she got close, which was enough to show the power of this Prajna.

"It's him, and that female ghost. She went to Dongfang, and part of Xiaozhi's body remained on that woman."

"She'll leave it to you!" Aoki Kazuo shouted, jumped out of the railing, and the woman standing beside him approached, passing from behind his armpits and pressing him against his back, holding him.

The woman's body became lighter, and except for the retained head and hands, other parts of the body spread to both sides, turning into a pair of wide paper wings.

Aoki and Yu's bodies were falling rapidly. Although it was too late, there were still some pedestrians coming and going on the streets.

But strangely, everyone seemed to be unable to see Aoki and Yu and the woman behind him.

Roger looked at Rimu Qianxia in a strong outfit, and Rimu Qianxia also looked at him.

After about three seconds of silence, Roger shrugged and spread his palms, "Don't look at me."

"I can't fly."

Roger noticed that Rimu Qianxia's eyes seemed to twitch, but she quickly returned to normal.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

He muttered in a low voice, Rimu Qianxia took out a small piece of paper, and her spiritual power surged, and she stretched out her index finger and gently pointed it on the piece of paper.

A green light flashed across the paper, and this power was very familiar, obviously sealed by Aoki and Yu.

"Come with me!"

Before he finished speaking, Rimu Qianxia's body had already swept out quickly. On top of her head, a small piece of paper unfolded and turned into a butterfly.

Although the butterfly looks small, it is very fast. However, it took a little time to come from the top of the building to the ground because the two of them do not have the ability to fly.

The pedestrians passing by seemed unable to see the butterflies floating above Rimu Qianxia's head, while Rimu Qianxia drove directly with Roger and ran away under the butterflies.

The atmosphere in the car was a little depressed, and Roger took a deep breath and said, "Uh, I'm sorry, I couldn't help me just now. To be honest, I'm about Yin-Yang Technique..."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Rimu Qianxia looked ahead with her eyes, "I didn't communicate with you in advance."

"That day at Qianshui Love Home, I saw that you could release Yin-Yang Technique without any signs in a very short situation, so I thought you could easily cross the distance to reach where we wanted with the help of a paper man who sealed his strength in advance."

Roger nodded.

To be honest, Aoki and Yu chose such a place at the beginning, and he really thought that guy was just pretending.

Stand high and see far.

After discovering the traces of Prajna, you can use the power in flight to reach the target area at an extremely fast speed.

The seemingly simple arrangement is also intertwined.

More importantly, the brief contact allowed Roger to see some of the mystery of Yin and Yang Technique. The practitioners at sunrise used energy many times more than those extraordinary people in the West.

"It should be too late!"

Rimu Qianxia stepped on the accelerator. The weather was cold and the streets were a little deserted. There were not too many vehicles. She was running lightning all the way. Finally, she stopped after arriving at a certain area.

Opening the car door, Rimu Qianxia followed the paper butterfly floating in the air into the residential area.

Roger and his friends were at this time, and they were already deviating from the city. They were a small hill outside the suburbs. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, they were built rows of houses.

It looks pleasant, but this area is nothing more than a place where ordinary workers from the lower and middle classes live.

From afar, Roger also saw a figure falling from the treetops and falling into the yard.

"She's there!"

The two of them speeded up.

Before she could get closer, Rimu Qianxia suddenly spoke, her breath surged, and her spiritual power burst out after it was compressed.

"Rike Ito!"

Roger stood beside Chiaki Himu, but could hardly hear the sound of scolding from her mouth. Her voice was extremely thin, but it directly penetrated into Rieko Ito's ears.

The woman's figure staggered, couldn't help but hug her head, and fell to the ground in pain.

With this buffer of time, the two of them had already crossed more than ten meters away and crossed the courtyard wall.

At this moment, the stack of paper floating above Rimu Qianxia's head suddenly exploded, and the broken paper scraps enveloped the entire area like powder.

Rimu Qianxia flashed in front of the house door.

"Rike Ito." She breathed calmly.

"Do you still know me?"

A thin figure curled up on the ground, her face covered with black hair.

Roger did not step forward, but stood near the courtyard wall. He slowly pulled out the sword on his back.

The warrior at sunrise is accustomed to hanging weapons at his waist or holding them in his hands, but for the demon hunter, Roger is more used to pulling out his sword from behind.

Although it was only a temporary mission, what surprised Roger was that the weapon given to him by Rimu Qianxia was not Fantie.

The blade emitted a faint light under the moonlight. Roger held the weapon in his hand tightly. His movements seemed casual, but he was able to attack immediately when facing emergencies.

This is Qiu Shuiliu’s basic swordsmanship, which has now been completely digested by Roger and has been integrated into his own understanding.

"Gee, gee."

The figure lying on the ground made a strange laugh, and the sound reminded Roger of some kind of creature that was preyed at night.

"You may not know me anymore, but I still know you." Rimu Qianxia sighed.

"I found out the tragic things that happened to you back then, and were kidnapped, insulted and disfigured. All of this is not your fault."

The weapon in Rimu Qianxia's hand was horizontal but not pulled out. Roger felt a little strange about him.

"I know those people weren't killed by you."

Rimu Qianxia spoke, "Only Red Prajna will dismember the killed people and spread the blood throughout the space."

"If it was you." Rimu Qianxia took a step forward.

"You'll just dig out their hearts."

"So your transformation should not be completed yet, and it is still in the generation state. Look up and let me see your face."

"You may still have a chance to turn back."

Roger suddenly realized that when Aoki and Yu left a stack of information, he took a random look at it, but because of the limited information he had, he did not see much from it.

Generation is a special state. Transforming from an ordinary person to Prajna is an extremely rapid process, but there is a very small chance in this process. The transformer stays in the intermediate process because of the only little conscience left in his heart.

This state of being neither human nor ghost is called generation.

Normally, once the transformation begins, it is irreversible. Although women who are in a state still retain a little human reason, they are more of a chaotic desire to destroy.

When they kill the first person with their own hands, the transformation process will be completed. Bai Prajna comes from a woman's jealousy and resentment, and they often like to dig out the hearts of the victim.

Only by swallowing the fresh heart can they relieve the pain deep in their hearts.

It is precisely because of this that Rimu Qianxia made the judgment.

Judging from her, this woman would later become an ugly street girl, entirely because of an accident when she was young.

Hijacking, insulting and disfigurement.

It is hard for Roger to imagine what this woman had experienced in the first place.

The perpetrator cut off the last chance she could live a normal life.

From beginning to end, the thin figure always knelt on the ground without looking up.

She was wearing a shabby nightgown, and the style didn't look like something that a young woman wore.

Is life so depressed?

She didn't even have a piece of clothing that fits, or even suits her own wishes.

Roger thought silently that under the dim moonlight, his pupils shrank into a line, and his vision moved downwards, and he saw the woman's cracked soles and rough ankles.

"Gee, gee."

Her black hair covered the woman's face. After hearing Rimu Qianxia's words, she just smiled in a low voice and her body slowly arched.

The skinny back exposed thick spine, and thin pajamas draped on it, looking like the thin skin of a hungry beast.
To be continued...