The house on the east side was filled with miscellaneous items, and it took me more than half an hour to clean up before I could barely live there.

Lying in bed, thinking about some of the things that happened today, my mind was very confused.

Grandpa's grave was picked up, who did it?

What Uncle Nine said at night, are they true or false?

I looked at the cyan mark on the palm of my hand, and it always felt a little unreal.

This thing has been raised on Jiang Yun's body for twenty-three years, why did my means of exorcising evil not work on this thing, but it got into my body?

What's even weirder is that the qi in my body doesn't react to this thing at all, which makes me a little confused.

I put aside the things I couldn't figure out for the time being, and after a tiring day today, I forced myself to empty my head, and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took me to wake up and look out the window.

At night, with the help of the misty moonlight, a figure seemed to flash through the window.

At first, I thought it was Uncle Nine, but then I realized that something was wrong.

There was a strange noise on the side of the closed door.

With a slight crisp crack, the deadbolt snapped and the door was gently pushed open.

A slender man walked in lightly, and under the moonlight, he could vaguely see that it seemed to be a man, but it was definitely not Uncle Jiu.

Thief?

I sat up and yelled, "Catch the thief!"

As I yelled, I turned on the light switch at the head of the bed.

The moment the lights came on in the room, I was stunned.

That thief, not a man!

To be exact, a one-man tall paper figure.

The papier-mâché body, the whole body is dark yellow, bright red lips, a pair of pale green eyes, and a slight flash of light in the eyes at the moment.

Paper figure psychic?

This strange scene, if it is seen by ordinary people, nine times out of ten it will be frightened out of the body.

I was shocked, but I wasn't afraid.

Grandpa once mentioned to me the matter of paper people psychic, many years ago there was a strange man, born as a papermaker, who could give spirituality by cutting a piece of yellow paper with his hands, and could transform the bodies of men, women, and children, and kill people in the middle of the night and be unpredictable.

It's just that that kind of spiritism was lost with the death of that strange man.

Some of today's paper figures are psychic, often preparing a frame of paper figures, driven by the yin soul of the nurturing, and grandpa scoffs at such methods and has a feeling of disdain.

I didn't expect to meet such a thing tonight!

The paper man stared at me deadly, his dark green eyes lit up suddenly, and his papier-mâché face seemed to be hideous, and he rushed towards me quickly.

I was quick to react, bounced up from the bed, and kicked straight at me.

"Bang~"

This powerful kick was unbearable even for an adult strong man, and it only took a few steps back, and its eyes became even more ruthless.

Although it is a papier-mâché body, it is already psychic after all, and its strength, speed, and defense have surpassed ordinary people.

Its hand changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, its sharp nails swelled by more than half a foot, and it rubbed itself again, and the sharp nails stabbed directly into my heart.

Am I really a bully?

My right hand quickly sealed, and the qi in my body moved extremely fast to gather in my right hand.

At the moment when its sharp nails were close to its body, the figure turned away from the way, and the seal in its hand slammed directly into its head.

"Zila~"

A faint blue glow flashed away, bursting out of the seal in my hand, and instantly disappeared into the body of the paper man.

"Peng~"

The paper figure froze, the green glow in his eyes dimmed, and the firelight instantly rose, enveloping it and burning.

I don't know what this mudra I used was, my grandfather taught me only a small way to destroy evil spirits, but I always felt that the seals I learned were not that simple.

At this moment, a black mist burst out from the burning body of the paper man, this is the yin spirit that controls the paper man, his face is covered with blood, his face is green, and he pounces on me with a hideous face.

I had already taken precautions, and the qi in my body was running again, and just when I was about to subdue it by exorcism, a sudden change occurred.

The cyan mark in the palm of my hand was slightly hot at this time, and the black mist ghost was originally rushing towards me, but it seemed to change direction uncontrollably, and rushed directly towards my right hand.

Then, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

The black mist rolled, and the ghosts screamed in terror and surged into my right hand.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost vanished, leaving only the pile of burning ashes of the paper figures.

I looked at the cyan mark on my palm in a daze, the color was a little darker, but the qi in my body still didn't notice anything wrong with this cyan mark.

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and my scalp was a little numb.

What the hell is this?

Just as I was stunned, there was a muffled noise outside.

I hurried out of the room, and when I saw the situation in the courtyard, I was slightly stunned.

Uncle Nine stood in the courtyard with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in his pockets, squinting at a person on the ground.

The guy on the ground was a one-eyed young man, and his face had several long scars, criss-crossed, and the whole face seemed to be patchwork and sewn together. At this time, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and black smoke was emitting from his chest, as if he had been roasted by fire, and he looked at Uncle Nine in disbelief.

"Shock Word Thunder Seal?"

The one-eyed young man glanced at his chest, and the corners of his mouth twitched and said to Uncle Jiu, "Are you Ren Jiu?"

Uncle Nine said coldly: "Since you know Lao Tzu, don't talk nonsense, who picked up Tang Zhennan's grave?

Hearing this, my brain buzzed as if it had exploded, and I rushed up in anger, roaring and rushing towards the one-eyed youth.