Chapter 2 Paper Man

When I returned to Taiyuan, it was around four o'clock the next morning. The streets were deserted and there was no time when heavy fog and water vapor were everywhere, and the visibility was extremely low.

I slept all the way, and when I jumped out of the car, a layer of cold water vapor immediately stuck to my skin. My head became a little clearer. I waved my hand at Xing Wei and turned around and left. However, when I walked to the store, I suddenly remembered something very important. The tomb of my predecessors made a fuss and went to worship him. It was easy to get bad luck. After returning home, it was best to use grapefruit leaves to dip in water before entering the door, or slap it on the charcoal brazier, and immediately prepare to remind Xing Wei.

However, when I looked back, I saw a strange scene.

Xing Wei's car was still parked on the side of the road, and the open window had never been closed. Following the window, I saw him curled up in the driver's seat, drooping his head and not knowing what he was doing. Under the faint light emitted from the dashboard, his face twitched strangely, his skin piled up like fat, full of folds, as if he was laughing, and his teeth were white...

This look made me feel inexplicably terrified, and I couldn't help but shout, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Xing Wei coughed lightly, straightened his body a little, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that today's affairs are too strange, a little distracted..."

After saying that, he closed the car window, kicked the accelerator, and left as if he was running away.

I just thought he was frightened by a series of things that happened today, and didn't think much about it. After turning back to the house, I immediately searched for the Xuankong School Feng Shui book in the store. I intuition told me that the seven-combination tomb was most likely related to the extreme evil burial pavilion.

Unfortunately, after searching for more than a long time, I still couldn't find the trace of the book. It made me very tired. I sweated heavily on my body, and I sat on the chair and gasped. After looking at the time, I thought I would call my dad before I could ask.

I was not calm. Today's things are my first personal experience. I heard most of them before. In my opinion, if there is a saying of ghosts and gods, there is no such thing as not. My industry is also more charlatans. Now that my three views are subverted, I have to start carefully examining the various means and statements left by my ancestors.

I was thinking randomly and fell asleep without realizing it.

I was sleeping very uneasy this time. I felt a chill on my face in a daze, like insects squirming, very strange, and even disgusting. I wanted to wake up countless times, but my eyelids were heavy, as if I was trapped in a cage, and I couldn't get rid of it. Finally, I heard a low laughter vaguely.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter was cold, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, and it exuded an indescribable treacherous smell.

My whole body was furrowed, perhaps because of fear, which gave me strength to tear the bondage. When I suddenly opened my eyes, a pale face came into my eyes, like the old Japanese geisha, with thick white powder on my face. It was short, no different from a six or seven-year-old child, but it was holding a head larger than an adult, with a giant face like a plate, and was dressed strangely, riding on me, almost facing my face, smiling gloomy.

Fear was as deep as the sea, swallowing me and covering me. In panic, I yelled, grabbed a ruler from the table, and slapped it on this big face.

Click!

The ruler passed through the thing's face and smashed the glass of the bookcase opposite.

The thing disappeared silently, as if it had never existed before.

"What the hell is that? Is that ghost?"

I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, trembling all over, fear following me like a shadow, and it has not yet dissipated.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

At this time, there were dull footsteps coming from the stairs behind me.

I was still shocked and thought that the thing was coming again. I was almost frightened and ran away. However, after seeing the person coming upstairs clearly, I breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a pretty woman, extremely tall, at least 175, not much different from mine. Her wide pajamas can't hide her slim figure. Her sketches are still beautiful and refined, and she looks a little tired. She must have just been woken up by the movement downstairs.

Her name is Zhang Xinya, a tenant. The small building that my father left me has two floors. The first floor is the storefront. I used it for business. There are two houses on the second floor. I used one myself and rented the other to her. They are all young people. They get along well on weekdays, but they don’t have close friends. After all, they are not from the same world. I only know that she seems to be a white-collar worker with a low income and a few years older than me. I live in this dilapidated urban village because it is close to the place where I go to work, and I don’t know much about it.

Anyway, this should be a living person. For me at this moment, as long as I am a living person, I can feel a little more at ease. I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, but I saw that Zhang Xinya, who was sleepy, suddenly became energetic, and her expression was like a ghost. She rubbed her eyes hard and looked at me again...

"Ghost!"

A sharp and shrill scream erupted, almost breaking through the sky, hoarsely, shaking my eardrums buzzing, and I felt a sense of pain!

Zhang Xinya screamed, turned around and rushed upstairs.

"here we go again?"

When she called me like this, I was furrowed all over and turned around quickly, but the behind me was empty and there was no trace of that thing.

"Running the bush!!"

I was anxious and cursed and chased Zhang Xinya. Although I couldn't subdue demons and demons, my theoretical knowledge was rich.

Generally speaking, those things hurt people are just to be single, because people have yang energy, and those things are most afraid of yang energy. When there are too many people, yang energy gathers together. This is the most basic way to protect yourself!

Unexpectedly, as soon as I chased after, Zhang Xinya directly killed her and rushed down the stairs in anger. Her pretty face, which was originally shattered, was extremely ferocious at this time, with her eyebrows standing up, like a hungry tiger rushing to eat. She quickly pulled out a ball of white things and smashed it into my face.

I was stunned by her posture, and instinctively turned my head to avoid it. The thing hit the wall behind me with a "splash". When I saw what object it was, my face turned green.

"You have your head clamped by the door? A big girl's house takes out a sanitary napkin and sucks it on the face when she sees someone? You..."

Before I could finish speaking, the woman squirted saliva on my face, with blood foam mixed in her saliva.

This time I couldn't hide, and my face was sprayed all over. An unspeakable burning pain came from my face. I covered my face and squatted on the ground and screamed. How could it be that someone spitted? It was no less than splashing sulfuric acid. The pain became more and more intense. I couldn't help but scream. In the end, my whole body twitched and rolled all over the ground, as if this could relieve the pain.

So far, how could I not know that the ghost Zhang Xinya is talking about is myself?

Whether it is the aunt's scarf or the blood on the tip of the tongue spurted out from her mouth, it is a powerful weapon and a means to deal with ghosts!

The old people have said that women have a cold constitution during menstruation because the yang energy is discharged, so the menstrual blood contains extremely heavy yang energy, which just restrains ghosts and gods. The used aunt scarf is also called the red dragon, and in some places it is called the red dragon, which is really a must-have item for walking at night.

Also, when she spitted saliva at my face, she must have bitten the tip of her tongue. The blood and yang energy on the tip of her tongue are also heavy, which has the effect of breaking evil spirits.

"If you follow me, you will feel good. Do you really think I don't understand?"

Zhang Xinya said a harsh words and ran away in a hurry. This time, she rushed out of the door.

Or ten minutes?

Or an hour?

I don’t know how long the pain lasted, as if it had been a century. When the pain gradually weakened, I could no longer raise any strength and almost collapsed on the ground.

My attention finally shifted to myself. Although I don’t know how Zhang Xinya knew these strange methods, these methods of dealing with dead people were effective for me, which made me inexplicably panic...

I saw my hand, which was a pair of white, almost cunning hands...

Crazy...

The wind broke into the open store door, and when it brushed past my hands, a layer of white skin rolled up on my hands and shook.

"Paper?!"

I was stunned, looking at the paper-tied hands exposed on my cuffs, and after a moment of trance, I jumped up from the ground, and a gust of wind seemed to rush to the mirror next to the desk.

In the mirror is a face that is extremely strange, with a pale complexion, as if it was painted with a layer of white powder, and the eyebrows and eyes are like they were drawn with ink strokes. Two red blushings were drawn with red strokes on both sides of the cheeks. The corners of the mouth were raised, as if they were laughing, ridiculously stiff...

Looking at the honor in the mirror, I was frightened, my legs became weak, and I sat down to the ground.

"Paper man..."

I murmured to myself, how can I not see that the paper man in the mirror is clearly the kind of paper man that I would only use when burying dead people?

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(End of this chapter)
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