The other two small paper figures crawled out from the corpse, one on the left and one on the right, and walked to the side of the middle small paper figure.
Xiao He, now in human form, was squatting behind the three small paper figures.
"Yan Yan, what is this?"
Xiao He lowered her head, staring at them with a suspicious expression, wanting to reach out and touch them, but not quite daring to.
Song Yan shook his head; he had never seen such a thing either.
Rustle.
The small paper figures swayed in the mountain night wind, making a rustling sound.
To Song Yan's astonishment, the three small paper figures actually cupped their hands in salute towards him, and then ran towards the northwest.
He frowned, and his finger moved the magical incantation again.
The three fragments of Spiritual Artifacts that had fallen nearby hummed as they flew up, shooting towards the three small paper figures.
Swoosh—
The three fragments each pinned a small paper figure to the ground.
