Chapter 2 — Underworld Has Bluetooth Signal

Just as my scalp was numb, the fire made a "spit" sound and a few more items appeared. Two large bullet boxes were made of paper, with a brush written on them: "For girls only." There is also a... paper bodyguard wearing a black vest, sunglasses, and a fierce face. That bodyguard's face was clearly modeled after my father's coolest ID photo when he was young. After the paper bodyguard fell to the ground, he moved his stiff limbs, then without a word walked to my side, blocking me like an iron tower. I held the pink Gatling gun without bullets, looked at the bodyguard's strange resemblance to my father, and then looked at the two heavy boxes of bullets "reserved for girls". Tears immediately welled up in my eyes. Even though life and death are different, our parents still use their own ways to hold up a sky for us. Just this aesthetic taste, it's really hard to put into words. 2. The paper bodyguard, I call him "A Vo", because my father's name is Lam Kien Quoc, the word "Vo" sounds more majestic than the word "Quoc". Although A Vo is paper, his actions are as strong as the wind. He quietly opened an ammunition box, pulled out a long string of paper bullets, and skillfully inserted it into my Gatling gun. That movement was even faster than when my father changed the light bulb himself. The armless demon saw this battle, the fierce smile on his face stiffened. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still did not dare to move forward, let out a threat and led a few gray juniors to run away. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, carried the Gatling gun higher than myself, under the protection of A Vo, and walked out from under Nai Ha bridge. With heavy firepower, the spine is truly stiff. We found a relatively clean mountain cave as our temporary base. The days in the underworld were very boring. Besides avoiding the regular patrols of Yin Sai, one can only watch the water of the Vong Xuyen River flow day by day. The only joy is every day receiving "airdrops" from our parents. My mother felt that girls couldn't fight and kill all day, so she burned a paper dressing table for me, along with a complete set of paper cosmetics. The lipstick color is bright red used in square dance performances, which she likes the most. My father felt that my firepower was not enough and my sense of security was not high, so he burned a paper Desert Eagle for me and thoughtfully attached pink plastic diamonds to the handle. The two of them often argued in front of the grave about what to burn.

"Girls are supposed to be pretty and beautiful! Why are you burning all those fighting and killing things!"

"What do you know! Our daughter is down there, safety comes first! Can beauty be eaten instead of rice?"

The result is that today we receive a lace princess dress, tomorrow we receive an anti-tank rocket launcher. My mountain cave, from a simple shelter, gradually turned into an armory cum princess room with extremely chaotic mixed styles. Today, I was holding the small mirror my mother burned, painting my lips with her favorite bright red lipstick, when suddenly there was a commotion outside the cave entrance. It's the one-armed demon, he's coming again. This time he did not dare to come on his own, but followed a tall demon king with a face full of fat. The ghost king was wearing a set of tattered ancient armor, carrying a rusty sword in his hand, with an oppressive aura, and at a glance he knew he was not easy to provoke. He is the boss of the Western district of this "Uong Tu city", Hac Son Lao Quy. The one-armed demon pointed at me and flatteringly said to Hac Son Old Ghost:

"Boss, it's him! A new ghost has come, taken over your area, and even injured the villain."

The Black Mountain Old Devil squinted his eyes, assessing me and my pink Gatling gun, his eyes filled with contempt and greed.

"Kid, the item in your hand is not bad. Hand it over, then kowtow to me three times, I will forgive you."

His voice is like a broken gong. I was a little scared in my heart and unconsciously retreated behind A Vo. An expressionless A Vo took a step forward, blocking my face, taking the starting position of a duel. Although he is made of paper, the aura he radiates is not inferior to Old Ghost Black Mountain. That's how my father looked when he was young, protecting my mother. Who dares to look at my mother one more time, he will glare back with those eyes. Old Ghost Black Son clearly did not put a paper person in his eyes, he coldly snorted:

"A thing made of paper, dares to be so arrogant in front of me? Break it for me!"

He swung his greatsword, carrying a wave of negative wind to slash towards A Vo. I was so scared that I screamed and closed my eyes tightly. But the expected scene of shredded paper flying everywhere did not happen. What I heard was a crisp sound of metal colliding.