Paper man, this thing is too particular!

Not to mention anything else, our etiquette department alone has so many insights and uses for this, we call it the soul capsule.

Most of the time, this thing has something to do with the soul of a person. It can be regarded as a different kind of dead person. It can go down below to accompany the deceased relatives on behalf of the living, or it can also be used as a body for lonely ghosts to live in, so that they can stay in the world for a long time. Purpose of stay.

According to legend, if the paper man is burned in front of the grave, the ashes will fall into the underworld, and if they touch the underworld, they will become a man from the underworld!

Even my dad once told me that some very skilled paper makers can’t put eyes on the paper figures they made. There is a saying called “the finishing touch”. If the paper figures they made with eyes were added, the paper figures would look amazing. He came back to life immediately and could not even go to the underworld. He was also very vicious. He drank hair and blood and could kill people in the blink of an eye!

In short, this is by no means an auspicious thing!

I was trembling all over, but I didn't look scared at all in the mirror. My mouth was grinning, and my smile was getting weirder and colder. Along with the trembling, the paper skin on my body flapped like a wave. A big fried cock.

My eyes were spinning, my steps were stumbling, and I couldn't accept this result.

Becoming a paper man, in a sense, means that I am dead!

"It must be related to that tomb!!"

I almost instantly thought of the brine tomb. I have only been involved in evil things once. Other than that, there is no other reason. In all likelihood, it was the thing I saw half asleep and half awake that harmed me. That thing must be related to the brine tomb. Related, maybe he got out of that tomb and followed me all the way here.

"What kind of harming method is this? Is it sucking the essence? Or is it taking away the soul?"

I forced myself to calm down and thought about this matter. I reviewed the many ways in which dirty things harmed people recorded by my ancestors, trying to find a way to save myself, but I couldn't find one that matched my situation at this time even though I searched through my memory. Very evil.

However, I think there should be hope.

I remember once reading a family heirloom book, which said that ghosts harm people. But experienced masters are, to put it bluntly, habitual criminals. They rarely just beat people to pieces and kill them with brute force. The relationship is too big, yin and yang. There are rules among themselves, which are unwritten contracts between the living and the dead. Sure enough, it is not very good for them if they are touched. Most of the time, they use some weird methods to harm people, that is The so-called sneaky tricks.

Falling for a trick, narrow escapes from death, but finally a glimmer of hope!

I think I should be in this state at the moment. I must solve my problems as soon as possible. If it is too late, I may not have the chance.

At that moment, I took out my mobile phone shivering and dialed my dad's phone number. The communication showed that everything was normal, but there was no sound from the mobile phone, and the silence was audible.

"Hey hey hey..."

Without warning, a burst of eerie laughter came from the mobile phone. It was a cold man's voice, with a stiff tone and almost no emotion: "Death is death. You have to let go of what you should let go of. Everything is in vain, why bother thinking about the old person all the time? Come to me quickly..."

I immediately hung up the phone. I instinctively felt that it would be bad to continue chatting with the other party. I finally recognized the fact that my current state was no different from that of a ghost. How could a dead person contact his living relatives through a mobile phone?

"Since we can't get in touch, I'll go back!"

I felt terrible in my heart. My hometown is not far from here, and I can walk back. The dead cannot contact the living, but there are many people who touch the door. As long as I go home, I think my dad should be able to solve these things!

I didn't care about packing anything and hurried towards the door.

The streets were filled with white mist, and there was no sign of dawn.

The moment I opened the door, the mist immediately swept towards me. At this moment, I felt the hairs on my body standing on end, and an inexplicable fear enveloped me.

Wow!

There were crisp sounds of metal collisions in the mist, and two black figures could be vaguely seen walking towards me step by step. They were clearly moving forward, but their bodies did not move at all, as if they were floating. They were dragging something as thick as a child's arm in their hands.

chain.

What scares me is the chains in their hands!

These two men are definitely not human. Their appearance reminds me of the legendary evil...

"Come so fast?! Even if I really die, I have to nail the coffin before I can leave!"

I was shocked and thought of the man on the phone. I had vaguely guessed the reason. I guess the underworld had decided that I was a dead person and broke the rules by contacting my dad. They immediately sent the underworld to get me. My phone number...

In all likelihood, it was hit... below!

Bang!

I closed the door without thinking. There was no way I could follow them. If I were taken down there, it would be completely cold.

As the saying goes, rabbits bite when they are angry, let alone me, a big living person. I have long ignored it and thought about how to get rid of these two evil spirits.

Strange to say, at this critical moment, my mind was extremely clear and I thought of an object!

It was a string of wind chimes that my father left behind when he handed over the shop to me. He was very solemn and didn’t explain much. He just told me to hang the wind chimes on the door whenever I bury someone who died in a murder.

Unfortunately, in my eyes before, there was not much difference between the so-called etiquette officials and the magic sticks, and I didn’t care much about them at all.

Now that I think about it, that thing might be a life-saving item.

I hurried to the table and opened the drawer. A dazzling golden light burst out from the drawer.

Inside the table is a silver wind chime with some strange runes engraved on it. It was originally unremarkable, and at first glance it was just an ordinary old object. But at this time, it was glowing with golden light. The wind chime automatically said "ding ding ding" when there was no wind.

The wind chime in my eyes seemed to be getting bigger, like a big bell, with a large golden light rippling out, and there seemed to be a hand holding a pair of hands in the golden light.

The big man wearing armor stood there, his eyes wide open, and he yelled "Wow" at me. I was so scared that I almost peed. I could no longer resist the surging fear, and I kept backing away. Only then did I finally feel the fear.

Back off some.

Dong Dong Dong Dong.

There were knocks on the door, very rhythmic, four in total, three people and four ghosts. This was a typical knock on the door by ghosts in the middle of the night.

A dull voice came from outside the door: "Hey, it's almost dawn, come out and follow us!"

I hesitated, and while looking at the wind chime, which was no longer my amulet but a reminder of my life, I looked at the door. Through the window, I could vaguely see two black figures outside.

"Hey, it seems that this unfortunate guy still doesn't accept his fate."

Another sneer sounded: "According to the rules, knock on the door three times, like three death knells. This life is over. If you don't come out, you will break the door bolt and leave."

After saying that, there were four more knocks on the door.

"I will fight with you!"

All my hesitation disappeared, but my ferocity was aroused. I rushed towards Zhang Xinya's aunt's scarf that was thrown on the ground and stepped on it hard.

After eating extremely yang things, the yang energy will instantly cover the whole body, as if being roasted in a furnace, which is extremely painful.

I guessed that the wind chimes were effective against yin people. My whole body was enveloped in the blazing yang energy. I might be able to fish in troubled waters for a while, but I would not be beaten to death by that tough man with a stick.

This is just my speculation based on theory. I don’t know whether it is reliable or not, but under such circumstances, who would care about this?

The moment the red dragon touched my feet, I screamed "ouch". It was like stepping on a red-hot iron with my bare feet, and the soles of my feet "sizzled" and smoked, which was worse than the roasted pig's trotters with splashes of oil.

Not much better, the pain spread rapidly and spread all over the body in the blink of an eye.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain, and struggled to grab the wind chime from the drawer. At this time, the third knock on the door happened to sound, and the evil spirit outside kicked away with a "clang".

When I got out of the door, I shook my hand and smashed the wind chime into their faces...

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Chapter completed!