The Dregs of Papermakers Are Everywhere in the Three Realms

[Everyone is welcome to move to the column to read the serialized article "The Heartthrob's Self-Rescue Plan"~] "Spiritual bamboo is the bone, and plain paper is the body. Silver needles pierce the eyes, and ink threads seal the soul. Incense leads the way, don't miss the way home..." While Yu Xianze was humming a song and fixing the hairstyle of the paper man in front of him, several men in uniforms broke into his funeral supplies store, handcuffed him and took him away without any explanation, not forgetting to put a seal on his store door before leaving. In the dark interrogation room, He Fanjin, the youngest censor of Country C's Superpower Management Bureau, sat opposite Yu Xianze: "Recently, there have been frequent incidents of people with supernatural powers hurting people. We need to use your psychic ability to restore the truth and catch the murderer." "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Yu Xianze looked at He Fanjin pitifully, like a homeless little animal, "I'm just a Muggle with no powers, just running a small business to make ends meet." "Yu Xianze, born in 1913, is the 36th generation descendant of Yu's paper-making family. He was promoted to immortality because of his meritorious service in extraditing evil spirits;" "In 20xx, he was demoted to the mortal world for violating the rules of heaven. He needs to extradite one hundred five-star evil spirits before he can return to the heaven." He Fanjin's voice was calm. After Yu Xianze was stunned for a moment, he put away his deliberately pretended aggrieved look, leaned back lazily on his chair, and slowly raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth: "Then do you know why I was demoted, sir?" He calmly moved his handcuffed hands behind his back, put two fingers into his trouser pocket, and clamped the only talisman left on his body: "Come closer and I'll tell you." He Fanjin walked next to Yu Xianze, leaned down slightly, and lifted his chin with his index finger. When the tips of their noses touched and their breaths were completely intertwined, He Fanjin saw Yu Xianze's dark eyes flashing with a cunning light, and his two beautifully shaped lips opening and closing, spitting out a sound so soft that it was almost inaudible, like a feather, tickling the tip of his heart: "Because I... Slept with the Crown Prince of Heaven." Yu Xianze was about to seize the opportunity and immediately cast a spell to run away, but his hand was grabbed and the talisman between his fingers was gently torn off. He Fanjin faced Yu Xianze's angry gaze and gently touched the red marks on his wrist caused by the struggle: "I won't let you do compulsory labor - the prisoners belong to me, and the evil spirits belong to you." Yu Xianze, who failed in seduction, snorted coldly, raised his leg and kicked He Fanjin: "That's it?" He Fanjin quickly ducked aside and reached out to hold Yu Xianze's ankle: "I can also be yours." "…Deal." —— The stars are hidden under the clouds, and hundreds of ghosts are walking at night. Yu Xianze went to the ghost market to investigate the "missing girl case". When he walked to the depths of the market, where the gloomiest atmosphere was, he saw a man in red clothes, with black hair pouring down behind him like a waterfall. The man turned around slowly, and the dim light made his delicate face even more charming. He stared at Yu Xianze, his resentful words matched with his eyes full of teasing: "Ozawa, you are so cruel. You have left me alone for so long... Did I not satisfy you that night?" —— The moon hangs over the quiet forest, and the mist locks the deep peaks. Yu Xianze barely dodged the mahogany sword that was stabbing him, and looked at the handsome Taoist priest with an angry look in front of him, dumbfounded. At this moment, the Taoist priest accused Yu Xianze's paper puppet of channeling souls as a witchcraft, and the recent "Baojiaxian Injury Incident" must have been caused by him; But a few days later, the Taoist priest used blood as medicine and carefully lifted up the injured Yu Xianze, a blush crept up to the tips of his ears: "Master said that after taking the medicine... And practicing double cultivation, you will be able to recover as before." The best paper maker in the three realms, Shiro Kirikui, is × The superintendent of the Supernatural Power Administration Bureau who looks cool but is actually very mellow. The ghost king who is full of charm skills. The Taoist priest from the novice village who is fairy-like but arrogant. The gentle and green tea-like appearance of the heavenly world The paper carries the good soul and should not invade the Yang body. The evil spirits are gone, don't hurt strangers! Note: 1. Warning: Mildly heart-throb setting, some condensed plots, purely a burst of XP for the author. 2. Handsome and beautiful setting; modern background. 3. Shou: Cut a piece of black sesame glutinous rice ball into white and black, and do not put it on for three days (x). 4. The copy has been screenshotted. Purpose: To protect the peace of the world