"Poof!"

A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, Meng Fan looked embarrassed and speechless. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I ...... Of course I am! That, you always remember to go to what the village chief said! I'll go first!"

"Let's go. Mrs. Zhang waved her hand, sat cross-legged on the ground again, picked up the bamboo sticks, and tied up the paper figures, "Bring more money next time." ”

Meng Fan pursed his lips, hoping that there would be no next time, picked up the paper figure he bought, pushed open the door and left.

When the door opened, a ray of sunlight shone on the glutinous rice on the ground, the brilliance flowed away, and suddenly the sound of "hissing" sounded, and the glutinous rice that had changed color actually burned spontaneously, instantly burned into fly ash, turned into a little dust, and floated in the light.

"Tsk......"

Witnessing this scene, Meng Fan secretly sighed and was amazed, but also admired Mrs. Zhang even more, she was really superior.

After Meng Fan left, Mrs. Zhang's face became solemn, she stroked the paper figure in her hand, and said to herself: "Seeing the filth on this kid's body today, the catastrophe of Mengjiazhuang is almost coming." ”

After a while, Mrs. Zhang's eyes flashed, and her face was faintly strange: "This child named Meng Fan has some spirituality, but I don't know if the talisman meets the requirements of the immortal master...... Look again, don't die. ”

At this time, Meng Fan was walking on the way home, holding a big paper figure in his arms, his behavior was slightly exaggerated, after leaving Mrs. Zhang's house, he hid all the way, for fear of being seen, if he really saw it, he would inevitably explain, but he also thought of a countermeasure in his heart, saying that it was good to burn it to the pillar.

But if you burn it to the pillar, why don't you send it directly to the pillar's house, but move it to your own house, how filthy it is.

It's a real headache.

However, fortunately, the villagers, under the command of the village chief, were busy arranging funerals for the pillars, and they were safe all the way.

After arriving home, Meng Fan hid the paper figure in his room, and finally waited until dark, after having dinner with his parents, pretended to study, grabbed a medical book, hurriedly returned to the house, locked the door, pulled out the paper figure, dressed him in his own clothes, and placed it on the bed.

A living person.

A paper man.

Speechless.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little weird.

"It's getting dark...... I'm afraid trouble is coming......"

Meng Fan stared at the paper man's face for a moment, smiled helplessly, took out the night pot prepared in advance, and according to Mrs. Zhang's words, drained some urine, carefully dipped it in ink, and drew the paper man's eyeballs with a brush.

I can't figure out what's so great about this, but ...... It's just urine.

Could it be that the boy has the blessing of divine power?

"Of course, my urine must still be a child's urine, but I usually use my hands to relieve boredom, after all, the blood is strong, and the demand is also there, so it will not affect the effect. ”

"All in all, it has to work, that ...... The brook is the body of a child...... It also makes sense, but it can't be not. ”

"It's just that Mrs. Zhang is so hateful that she even wants to sell Xiaoxi...... That one...... The joke went a little too far!"

Meng Fan muttered, carefully prepared, and when he looked at the face of the paper man with eyes, he suddenly felt a little dazed, feeling that the paper man was also staring at him, as if he had spirituality.

This gave Meng Fan a feeling that it was not the paper man lying on the bed at the moment, but himself, as if a wisp of soul had been separated and attached to the paper man's body, which was indescribably mysterious.

"It's still not good-looking, and the eye circles are a little bigger, like Avril's smoky makeup, and it's a little more girly. ”

After doing all this, I looked at the sky through the window and caught a glimpse of a first quarter moon, sprinkled with a moonlight as cold as jade.

Meng Fan knew that the time was almost up, so he spread a mat under the bed and lay down carefully.

If you can live until dawn, then it proves that the thing is done, and if you don't live to ...... He even wrote a suicide note, wrote the cause and effect for his father and mother, and expressed his guilt of not being able to send the second elder to the end.

is even more special: If you find out that he is dead, then you must move out of Mengjiazhuang immediately and don't come back!

The inscription reads: Unfilial son Meng Fan, kneel and submit.

It's sad.

In the early hours of the morning, the moonlight was bright and clean, and the insects were flying, but suddenly a black cloud came out of nowhere, floating all the way, and at the same time bringing up a thick mist, passing through the moonlight, like a demon out of a hole, setting off a whirring yin wind, the temperature also dropped, and the leaves shivered on the branches, giving people a feeling of late autumn, a little cold.

This black cloud drifted like this, going straight to Meng Fan's house, with a clear goal.

A hare that came out to forage for food at night looked up at the night sky, and his eyes were frightened, and he fled without a trace in an instant.

The dogs in the village, which had been barking at each other, suddenly stopped crying, and lay down in the kennel, shivering, and became extremely quiet.

The whole village became dead silent, shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere, the branches of the trees swaying by themselves, staggered, like ghostly claws, like ghostly shadows, and the leaves fell, a terrifying scene.

Meng Fan was lying at the bottom of the bed, also shivering, only to feel a gust of wind coming from around, enveloping him, out of thin air gave birth to a feeling of lying in the snow, his nostrils were cold, and he couldn't help but want to crawl out from under the bed and get into the quilt to warm up.

And the black cloud soon came, slowly fell to the door, and under the contraction, it condensed into a ghost figure more than six feet high, with all four limbs, and a red glow in his eyes, stretching out the ghost hand entwined with black gas, and pushing towards the chaimen......

"Squeak!"

"Dada!"

Meng Fan hid under the bed, and suddenly heard the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, and faintly heard the sound of someone walking, at first he couldn't hear it really, but then it gradually became clear, as if someone really pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the courtyard, looking for something.

There is a cold, rotten smell in the air, which is extremely weird!

"It's a ghost...... Or is it a thief?"

Meng Fan's hairs stood on end, his lips moved, his teeth couldn't help but hit up and down, making a gurgling sound, his fists were clenched so badly that he almost wanted to jump up from under the bed, the guy, and go to the meeting to meet something inexplicable outside!

But he still held back, pinched his leg with his hand, and told himself that he must be calm and calm, and the world will be peaceful tonight.

"Come on, come on......"

A voice sounded ethereally, strangely inaudible to men and women, with an endless gloomy meaning, penetrating the window lattice, filling the room, and burrowing into Meng Fan's ears, making Meng Fan feel a spirit, as if he almost fell out of bed in a deep sleep.

"Come next door to you spicy! If you have the ability, you come in, see if Lao Tzu doesn't bite you to death!"

Meng Fan gritted his teeth and cursed silently, but he hoped in his heart that this ghost thing would not be found out, the best paper man would not be useful, and it would be best to leave on his own.

"Squeak!"

But what are you afraid of!

Just as Meng Fan was gritting his teeth and cursing, the ghost figure actually opened the window, and the lock on the window was useless and did not play the slightest role.

"It's open the window, it's coming in?"

Meng Fan was shocked, squinted his eyes and looked outside the bed, there was a layer of hoarfrost on the ground, and the moonlight shone through the haze, shining through the window, reflecting a ghost on the ground covered with hoarfrost.

The ghost figure stood and made a beckoning motion, and the eerie voice sounded again: "Soul come, soul come......"

"This ...... This is the legendary soul calling, right?"

Meng Fan's forehead oozed white sweat, and it slowly formed a thin layer of white frost, under the call of that voice, his eyes slowly became confused, and his body involuntarily crawled outward, and his consciousness did not have the slightest resistance, and collapsed in an instant.

"Come with me......"

"Come with me......"

The sound continues to summon, permeating the walls, the pores, the heart, the soul......

It was also strange to say, this voice seemed to be heard only by Meng Fan, while his parents were asleep, unaware of all this.

"Here we are...... Wait for me......"

Meng Fan's pupils spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he suddenly fell into confusion, his body had already made movements, but his soul reacted more strongly, responding to the call of the voice, as if it was about to float out of his body, floating towards the black shadow outside the window.

People have three souls and seven spirits, and when they are dying, the seven spirits are dispersed first, and then the three souls are separated again!

Meng Fan's symptoms at this time were unstable with three souls and seven spirits, and he would be scattered at any time!

"Click, click!"

At the last moment, the paper figure on the bed suddenly made a strange sound, and slowly sat up from the bed, the blood spots in the center of his eyebrows emitted a red halo, and his two eyes also bloomed with a sharp light, and he slowly turned his head, and looked out of the window without warning......

In the click, Meng Fan's body was like a lightning strike, and he shook suddenly, his consciousness suddenly woke up, but the horror spread all over his body at once, he was so frightened that he collapsed under the bed, his clothes were already soaked with sweat, his hair was stuck to his forehead, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and he almost fell into the road.

"Paper ...... The paper man is alive!"

Meng Fan's mouth trembled, and his heart set off a huge wave, all of this was beyond his cognition, 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 was inexplicably steady-

The paper man has the best response, and if you are afraid, you are afraid that the paper man will not react at all!