Only then did I realize that my grandfather wanted to use paper-made people with my birth date to replace me and survive this disaster.

I never thought that because I had painted someone with my eyes before, I made a big mistake.

Although my grandfather casts spells and remedies in time, he is still used by the other party.

Grandpa said that if the other party successfully brought these two paper-breaking people to the gate of hell, Daniu and I were likely to fall into a coma.

Hearing this, I was scared out of Afghanistan.

The big bull was even more scared Genghis Khan's face.

The guy couldn't help but excitedly, "Then...what should we do? This..."

Grandpa sighed and said, "The speed of the paper man should not be too fast. It's fast. Let's look around here, maybe there is room for rescue."

As he said that, grandpa assigned us two candles.

Now, the fog is hazy and I can't see the surrounding situation clearly.

The three of us searched all the way and ran one after another.

However, along the way, I saw nothing at all.

Not to mention that it was a paper-making person, even the shadow was not seen.

We searched nearby for a long time, but we couldn't find it.

Grandpa sighed helplessly and was still walking in the mountains.

He must be unwilling to accept it.

However, the path my grandfather took was very strange.

This is not our way home at all.

Grandpa lived here all his life, and the nearby roads were so familiar. Even if he walked at night, he would never get lost.

I don't know where my grandfather wants to go.

At this moment, I could only endure it in my heart and didn't say it out.

You know, grandpa is an old driver. Not to mention walking at night, even if he walks with his eyes closed, he will not be able to make the wrong move.

I guess, grandpa must have his own ideas.

Let’s take a step back, those ghosts have already known our residence, and even if we escape home now, we can’t escape.

There is nothing to do.

We can only run around here without stopping.

This is definitely more tormenting than hiding in that mountain bamboo forest just now.

Perhaps, only by running hard can you survive.

I looked up at the dark sky, praying silently in my heart, hoping that the sky would light up sooner. All this was so tormenting.

Both mentally and physically endure inhuman torture.

As soon as it dawns, we will be saved!

Grandpa said that before dawn, no one is allowed to go down the mountain, and don’t go home directly, otherwise those ghosts will take advantage of the situation.

Every time my grandfather passed an intersection, he would set up a blind formation and inserted two incense sticks to burn.

Until now, there are very few things left in the bag.

Once the guys are lost, those female ghosts may become unscrupulous.

what to do?

At this moment, I felt panicked in my heart.

I couldn't help but reminded me in a hurry: "Grandpa...grandpa...we have not many things to do with."

I looked at the time and it was only half past four.

It's at least two hours before dawn, and it will take more than an hour without riding a horse.

"Go quickly, go quickly, don't stop, don't stop." Grandpa frowned slightly, and just urged nervously.

Grandpa said that after stopping, the female ghost will sense our position.

We were so scared that we didn't dare to stop for a moment.

After leaping over several mountains one after another, we really couldn't walk anymore, we were so tired that we were out of breath, and the things in our hands were completely exhausted.

Suddenly, my heart suddenly beating wildly.

My heartbeat accelerated in a straight line, I was sweating profusely, and I was so nervous that I was about to go crazy.

The big bull almost knelt down.

At this moment, grandpa's face gradually showed an extremely desperate look.

These female ghosts are also very difficult to deal with, and he has no choice.

However, at this time, the fog became more and more intense.

At the intersection in front, I saw a paper-made man vaguely walking slowly at the intersection in front.

He raised the candle in his hand and took a photo.

The big bull seemed to have discovered something.

Immediately said sternly: "Tangzi, paper-made people, paper-made people are there..."

But in the blink of an eye, the paper-killer disappeared.

We hurriedly accelerated our pace and followed closely.

However, when we pass through the intersection, there is nothing in front of us.

We held up the candlelight and searched carefully.

The next moment,

My grandfather's body was shocked.

Even the big bull beside him had a stiff expression.

I noticed the abnormality and looked up.

The scene in front of me completely shocked me.

Piles of tombs were actually presented to us.

There are at least 300 people, and there are hundreds of people without riding horses.

Gradually, I also discovered something was wrong.

The big bull frowned and said nervously: "This...where are we? This...this isn't the cemetery in the back mountain at all?"

I looked closely and was frightened.

All of me is in a bad mood.

I can't get to know the scene in front of me.

Isn’t this the chaotic cemetery on the outskirts of the city?

Asi...

What the hell is going on?

Aren’t we in the back mountain? Why did we inexplicably come to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city?

You should know that the cemetery in the suburbs is still a distance away from our Banwan Village.

It takes more than half an hour to drive.

The same is true when I recalled that day between Qiao Zhongcheng and I.

It's like traveling through space.

Very bizarre.
Chapter completed!