"I am, I am" Meng Fan looked embarrassed and nodded hurriedly.
Seeing that nothing happened, he said goodbye to Granny Zhang: "Mother-in-law, I'm going home first.
Don't forget about the rituals."
"Let's go."
Mrs.
Zhang waved her hands, sat cross-legged on the ground again, picked up the bamboo sticks, and tied up the paper figurines, "Bring more money next time."
Meng Fan smiled bitterly, hoping it would not happen again.
He picked up the paper figurine he bought, opened the door and left.
When the door opened, a ray of sunlight shone on the glutinous rice on the ground, and the light was flowing.
Suddenly, a "hissing" sound was heard, and the changed color of the glutinous rice suddenly started to burn, instantly burning into fly ash and turning into little bits of dust. , floating in the light.
“So amazing” After witnessing this scene, Meng Fan was secretly surprised and admired Mrs.
Zhang even more.
She is really a master.
After Meng Fan left, Mrs.
Zhang's face became solemn, she caressed the paper figurine in her hand, and said to herself: "Seeing the filth on this boy today, Mengjiazhuang's disaster is almost coming."
After pricking for a while, Mrs.
Zhang's eyes flashed, and her face looked a little strange: "This child named Meng Fan is somewhat spiritual, but I don't know if the talisman meets the requirements of the immortal master.
Let's see.
Just don't die in these days."
At this time, Meng Fan was walking home, holding a big paper man in his arms.
His behavior was a little exaggerated.
After leaving Mrs.
Zhang's house, he hid all the way for fear of being seen.
After arriving home, Meng Fan hid the paper manikin in his room, and finally waited until dark.
After having dinner with his parents, he pretended to study, grabbed a medical book, and hurried back into the house, locking the door.
He pulled out the paper man, dressed him in his own clothes, and placed it on the bed.
A living person.
A paper man.
They looked at each other speechlessly.
The atmosphere was a little strange for a while.
"It's already dark, I'm afraid trouble is coming."
Meng Fan stared at the face of the paper man for a moment, then smiled helplessly, took out the chamber pot that had been prepared in advance, and according to Granny Zhang, drained some urine, carefully dipped in ink, and used a brush to draw on the paper man.
Eyeballs.
But I couldn't figure out what was so powerful about it.
Is it possible that the boy was blessed by divine power?
"My urine must still be child's urine.
I rarely do it myself with my hands.
Well, if I do it with my hands, it won't affect the effect."
"All in all, it must work.
It makes sense that the creek is still a child."
Meng Fan murmured in his heart.
After carefully preparing, when he looked at the face of the paper man with eyes, he suddenly felt in a trance.
He felt that the paper man was also staring at him, as if he had become spiritual.
This gave Meng Fan the feeling that the person lying on the bed was not the paper man, but himself.
It was as if a ray of soul had been separated and attached to the paper man.
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It was an indescribable mystery.
"The painting still doesn't look good.
The eye circles are a bit too big, a bit like Avril Lavigne's smoky eye."
After doing all this, I looked at the sky through the window and caught a glimpse of a waxing moon.
The cold, jade-like moonlight shone on the window lattice.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Meng Fan spread a mat under the bed and lay down on it carefully.
If he could live until dawn, it would prove that the matter was settled.
If he could not survive, he would even write a suicide note, write down the causes and consequences for his parents, and express his guilt of not being able to send his elders to death.
He even made a special statement: If he is found dead, he must move away from Mengjiazhuang immediately and never come back again.
The signature reads: Meng Fan, the unfilial son, kneels down to present.
Made me sad.
In the early morning, the moonlight was originally bright and insects were flying, but suddenly a black cloud came from nowhere and floated all the way.
At the same time, it brought with it a thick mist, passing through the moonlight like a demon coming out of its cave, setting off a whistling wind, and the temperature It has also fallen, and the leaves are shivering on the branches, giving people a feeling of late autumn, a bit cold.
This black cloud drifted like this, heading straight towards Meng Fan's house, with a clear goal.
A hare that came out to look for food at night looked up at the night sky with a look of horror in its eyes and fled without a trace in an instant.
The dogs in the village were barking at each other, but suddenly they stopped and lay down in their kennels, shivering, and became extremely quiet.
The whole village became deathly silent, shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere.
The branches of the trees swayed and intertwined, like ghost claws and ghost shadows.
The leaves fell, creating a horrifying scene.
Meng Fan was lying at the bottom of the bed, shivering.
He felt gusts of cold wind coming from around him, wrapping him up.
He felt like he was lying on the snow out of thin air.
There was a chill in his nostrils, and he couldn't help but want to Climb out from under the bed and get under the covers to warm up.
And the black cloud arrived quickly and slowly fell to the door.
After shrinking, it condensed into a ghost figure more than six feet tall.
It had all four limbs, its eyes were glowing with red light, and it stretched out its ghost hands wrapped in black energy. , pushed to Chaimen "Squeak" "Da da" Meng Fan was hiding under the bed when he suddenly heard the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, and then faintly heard the sound of someone walking.
It was not clear at first, but then it gradually became clearer, as if someone really pushed the courtyard door open and walked away.
Entering the yard, looking for something.
The air is filled with a cold, decaying smell, which is extremely strange.
"Is this a ghost or a thief?"
Meng Fan's hair stood on end, his lips moved, his teeth couldn't help but bump up and down, making a gurgling sound, and his fists were clenched tightly.
He almost wanted to jump out of the bed, fuck the guy, and go meet the unknown guy outside. thing But he still held it back, pinched his leg hard with his hands, and told himself that he must calm down and calm down.
If he can survive this, the world will be peaceful tonight.
"Come on, come on" A disembodied voice sounded, strangely indistinguishable from male to female, with endless gloomy meaning, penetrated the window lattice, filled the room, got into Meng Fan's ears, and made Meng Fan tremble, as if he was sleeping soundly.
The way he almost fell off the bed.
"Come to your spicy neighbor.
If you can, come in and see if I don't bite you to death."
Meng Fan gritted his teeth and cursed silently, but in his heart he hoped that this ghost would never find him.
It would be best if the paper man would be of no use and it would be best to leave on his own.
"Squeak" But, what are you afraid of?
While Meng Fan was gritting his teeth and cursing, the ghost figure actually opened the window.
The lock on the window was useless and had no effect at all.
"It opened the window and is coming in."
Meng Fan was shocked and looked outside the bed.
There was a layer of hoarfrost on the ground.
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The moonlight passed through the hazy window and shone in through the window, reflecting a ghost shadow on the hoarfrost-covered ground.
The ghost stood and made a waving motion, and the eerie voice sounded again: "The soul is coming, the soul is coming" "Is this the legendary soul-calling thing?"
Meng Fan's forehead oozed with white sweat, and gradually formed a thin layer of white frost.
Under the call of that voice, his eyes slowly became confused, and his body crawled out involuntarily, without any resistance from his consciousness. force, it collapsed instantly.
"Follow me" "Follow me" The voice continues to call, seeping into the walls, pores, hearts, and souls Strangely enough, it seemed that only Meng Fan could hear this sound, while his parents were asleep and unaware of it all.
"Wait for me when I come."
Meng Fan's pupils expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he suddenly fell into confusion.
His body had already made a move, but his soul reacted even more strongly.
In response to the call of the voice, it seemed to float out of his body.
The dark shadow drifting toward the window.
People have three souls and seven souls.
When dying, the seven souls disperse first, and then the three souls leave again.
Meng Fan's symptoms at this time were that his three souls and seven souls were unstable, and he would collapse at any time.
"Click, click" Just at the critical moment, the paper man on the bed suddenly made a strange sound, and slowly sat up from the bed.
The blood spots on his eyebrows glowed with red halo, and his two eyes also burst into sharp light.
He slowly turned his head, Just like that, without any warning, I looked out the window.
Amidst the clicking sound, Meng Fan's body shook violently as if struck by lightning.
His consciousness suddenly woke up, and terror suddenly spread throughout his body.
He was so frightened that he collapsed at the bottom of the bed.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his hair was stuck in strands.
It was on his forehead, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he almost died.
"The paper man is alive" Meng Fan's mouth trembled, and huge waves arose in his heart.
All of this was beyond his understanding.
He clearly felt the movements of the paper man on the bed, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his shock was beyond words.
But soon, his heart felt inexplicably at ease.
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