I didn't expect that underneath the paper clothes, the paper man was wearing real clothes that I had worn.

Ever since he planted those trees, my grandfather has been buying clothes for me very frequently, changing my clothes every now and then. I don’t know where he has gone to those clothes he changed out of.

It turns out that they were all worn on the paper figures.

My father is always acting strangely, so where did he come from?

I walked around the paper man and looked at it for a long time, and the more I looked at it, the more interesting it became, and I suddenly became playful.

Although my father is just doing nothing, he has never taught me how to perform funerals. According to him, funerals can be done by one person, and if you want to teach me, you have to teach you some real things.

A child's mentality is that the more something he has never tried, the more he wants to try it.

Anyway, I've also seen my father's routine of getting into trouble.

How about I give the paper man a chance?

I couldn't contain my playfulness anymore, so I took out the oil lamp and white wine and placed them next to the paper figures in a decent manner. I followed my father's example, dipped my finger in the wine and touched the flame of the oil lamp, and said in my mouth

He muttered: "If you don't turn on the light, the light will not grow long."

"Start by opening the sun and moonlight, and the sun and moon will shine in all directions."

I dipped some liquor into the paper man's head, facial features, hands and feet and dabbed it in turn.

"The light at the beginning, the Great Dharma King in the void above the head."

"Open your eyes,..."

"Slap,..."

"Open your mouth,..."

"Open your hand and hold the red-tasseled ghost-killing gun in your hand to kill the evil ghosts in panic."

"Open your feet and ride on the clouds and mist to heaven."

"open……"

When I read the last sentence, I suddenly forgot whether the paper man should be happy.

I remember that when my grandfather consecrated a deceased person, he had to be happy.

What about the paper figures?

I couldn't remember whether my father gave the paper man a happy light, so I thought it was a consecration anyway, and more light was better than less light. I put my finger on the paper man's mouth and recited a mantra to consecrate the dead: "Happy."

Light, the heart orifices are bright and bright.”

I pulled back my fingers, immediately turned the wine bottle on my left hand, and poured all the wine on the ground.

At this time, the flames on the oil lamp on the kang suddenly reached a height of more than half a foot, and the flames turned dark green.

I shuddered suddenly, and the paper man who had just turned on the light stood up from the kang and bumped into me face to face.

I just felt that after my eyes went dark, they suddenly lit up again, and I saw myself falling to the ground.

I panicked and wanted to reach out to grab the person on the ground, but what I didn't expect was a pair of hands tied with paper.

Have I become a paper person?

Only then did I remember the legend that paper figures can suck souls.

In the past, I heard from others that if a paper man became a psychic, he could come to life, suck the soul of another person, and switch bodies with that person.

After the paper man changes his body, he can burn his original paper body, and the soul sucked by the paper man will never come back.

I wasn't consecrating the paper man just now, was it because I was making him psychic?

I watched my body on the ground move twice as if trying to get up, and I didn't know what to do.

Just when I was so frightened that I shivered, I suddenly heard a woman talking in my ears: "Don't change bodies with him. When his father comes back, you will be dead. Bring him here, I can

Save you."

Is that woman talking to me?

No, she was talking to a psychic paper man.

I saw my body sitting up from the ground, I lowered my head and thought for a long time, then fell back again with a "pop", followed by a stream of white mist floating out of my seven orifices, rushing towards me.

I could still see things with my eyes, but my hands and feet didn't obey my orders, so I ran outside in a hurry.

It was like a mirror in my mind. I didn't intend to jump up. That was because my body was too light after I became a paper man. When I ran out, it was like jumping up.

As soon as the paper man opened the front door of my house, his body felt like it was being held up by the six poplar trees planted in front of my house. No matter how hard he walked, he refused to go out, and his body felt as if it was being roasted by a fire.

After the paper man paused for a moment, he jumped into the gap between the poplar trees with all his strength.

I watched the paper man jump to a height of more than one meter above the ground, leaned forward, and rushed towards the gap between the two trees.

When the paper man's hands were about to cross the edge of the poplar tree, they seemed to have hit an invisible wall. His whole body was bounced back, and he fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before he got up.

The paper man was so angry that he jumped around, and I felt a lot more relieved. As long as I could hold on until my father came back, he would definitely be able to save me!

Before I could let go, I heard someone say again: "Go back, hold his body and walk out the back door."

The paper man rushed into the house in a few moments, picked me up, and moved to the back door step by step.

When the paper man hugged me, I could still feel myself breathing, which meant I wasn't dead yet.

At that time, I didn't have time to think about how to get my body back, so I watched helplessly as he hugged me and ran to the back door.

As soon as the paper man arrived at the door, there was a rustling sound from the willow branches behind my house. The swaying willow slivers were swinging in mid-air as if they were about to be pulled out on the paper man, but none of them touched me.

After the paper man carried my body out from the willow tree, he threw my body to the ground, jumped in three steps and ran out of the village.

The path the paper man took became more and more familiar to me as I looked at it. Wasn't it going to my mother's grave?

After a while, I saw my mother's tomb from a distance.

What I didn't expect was that there was a woman with a bright red body standing in front of the tomb.

I'm sure it was the first time I saw that woman, but I felt a deep fear of her.

As soon as I saw her, I wanted to run back, but my feet didn't obey my orders at all and kept moving towards her.

The woman sneered and said: "It turns out that Yuan Kaishan has been taking paper figures to the underworld to fill up his numbers! I asked, why can't I find you after so many years?"

"You are seeking your own death, so don't blame me." The woman sneered and stretched out her hand to me.

As I watched the woman's pale paper fingers slowly stretch out in front of me, my father's voice came from behind me: "You don't want your hand anymore, do you?"

The woman was so frightened that she shrank back, and my father stopped in the distance and said, "Whoever dares to touch my grandson of Yuan Kaishan, I will dare to touch his ancestors."

"I'll just stand here. Can you touch him?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said: "Yuan Kaishan, your grandson is not yet twelve, so you are not ready to help him avoid disasters, are you?"

"Give me your grandson. He still has a way to live. If he falls into the hands of those people, he will only die."

"I'll give you three days to think about it. I hope you can still be so stubborn after three days."
Chapter completed!