Chapter 7 Do you wholesale paper figures?

"Click, click!"

The paper man's movements are getting bigger and bigger, as if he is in a stalemate with the black shadow outside, Meng Fan hid under the bed, his heart was up and down, silently reciting Amitabha, looking forward to Mrs. Zhang's paper figure showing his magical powers-

He has never been so scared in his life to this day!

The ghost shadow obviously had quite a lot of intelligence, and when he saw the paper man, he was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting this kind of thing, staring at it for a moment, then he disdained it, stretched out the ghost claw wrapped in black gas, and grabbed at the paper man. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Whew!"

Seeing the ghost's claws coming, a red light suddenly burst out from the paper man's eyebrows, passed through the window, and stabbed directly at the ghost's body.

"Sizzle!"

The ghost shadow was originally a condensation of black qi, and after being hit by the red mang, it shook violently, and suddenly retreated, a sharp mouth opened, spraying black mist, making an indescribable sound, obviously suffering a heavy injury, and the body was slightly transparent.

"Sizzle...... Sizzle......"

It lasted for a while, as if to offset some of the damage, the ghost figure recovered slightly, stretched out his right arm and waved, and a pale black vortex suddenly appeared above the roof of Meng Fan's house, condensing towards the ghost shadow's right arm.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a black poisonous snake, spitting out letters, and flew towards the paper man, setting off endless anger, the temperature plummeted, and it was cold and biting.

"Boom!"

Seeing the black poisonous snake flying, the paper man's eyes suddenly burst out of two flames, bursting with blazing blue flames, flying out in an instant, pushing and decaying, and colliding with the poisonous snake in mid-air!

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the ferocious viper couldn't hold on for a moment under the flames, and suddenly collapsed, and the speed of the fire did not decrease, flying directly towards the ghost!

The ghost figure obviously realized the power of this flame, and his body quickly retreated, revealing a trace of panic in his behavior, but more than that, he was unwilling, and raised his hand to do it again, the flame had arrived.

The flames instantly fell on the ghost's body, and it burned violently with a bang, and the flames that rose up were three meters high, enveloping the ghost, and letting it struggle, the fire did not decrease in the slightest, but showed a more violent momentum.

Meng Fan heard it well under the bed, and finally couldn't help but climb out, poked his head out of the window, and looked at the scene outside in amazement-

I saw a ghost figure struggling in the flames, opening its mouth and howling, the howl was extremely terrible, difficult to describe, the strange thing is that others can't hear it, but Meng Fan can hear it!

"Help me...... Help me!"

What's even more terrifying is that the ghost can still imitate the sound of the pillar, which is exactly the same, creating an illusion for Meng Fan, as if it is the pillar that is being burned now.

If he hadn't seen the pillar die with his own eyes, he would have run out to save people, and he was naturally unmoved at the moment, just hoping that the flames would quickly burn this thing.

"Giggles"

The ghost made a sound similar to that of a human after his throat was cut, mixed with anger, struggling in the flames, his body turned into wisps of black smoke, but it was still burning, and Meng Fan, who poked his head out of the window, flew around, looking like he would not stop.

"Mom, why are you so violent!"

Meng Fan's heart had already jumped to his throat, and he felt that the paper man had no magical powers, and this time it was estimated that he was going to finish playing, and he regretted poking his head out to watch, and he was curious to kill the cat.

Fortunately, after the ghost flew to the window, it was already burned to the extreme, and it looked like it had no strength left, and it was quickly dissipating, only the last wisp remained, and it suddenly turned around and flew towards the sky, and it dissipated in a blink of an eye.

Escaping the catastrophe, Meng Fan's soul throbbed, his tense body relaxed, and he sat on the edge of the bed in a gloomy manner.

"Poof!"

After the ghost dissipated, the paper figure also lost its effectiveness, lying on the bed, motionless.

This scene frightened Meng Fan's body stiff, and it took him a long time to recover, rubbing his bloodshot eyes, and looking out of the window again with trepidation......

The night sky is bright and starry, a bright moon is in the sky, the moonlight is like silver, and the flying colors are condensed, which is very good-looking.

The courtyard was also empty, there were no ghosts, everything was normal, as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

"Damn, this is too tragic!"

After Meng Fan's mood calmed down slightly, when he looked down at the paper man, he gasped, only to see that a big hole was burned in the center of the paper man's eyebrows, and his two eyes were also burned into black holes, his whole face was miserable, and his body was also broken!

"Lao Tzu's eyebrows and blood are too good with the boy's urine!"

Obviously, his eyebrows and blood and child's urine have come in handy.

"Fifty dollars bought a life, it's worth it!"

"Fortunately, Lao Tzu has always been as guarded as jade, otherwise he would have been planted tonight!"

"It's a bit of a thrill!"

Meng Fan pushed away the paper figure and collapsed on the bed all of a sudden, his heart beating violently and banging!

Looking back on all kinds of encounters in the past few days, from meeting the soul hooking lamp, to the death of the pillar, and then spending money to buy a paper figure, and then to tonight's evil ghost summoning the spirit, the paper man rescued each other......

These things made Meng Fan's brain almost crack, which made his cognition have a strong impact, and his view of the world became very different from before, and more importantly, a hatred for ghosts was breeding in his heart!

"That thing didn't die, because I still have a sense of crisis in my heart, and it's likely to come back!"

The night was like water, Meng Fan didn't dare to sleep, and hugged the paper figure tightly, although the paper figure had lost its effectiveness and stayed up until dawn.

In the early morning of the next day, before breakfast, Meng Fan took advantage of the lack of people in the early morning, and strode towards Mrs. Zhang's house with a paper person, this time without bothering Liu Xiaoxi, and directly climbed over the wall into the backyard.

"Woo ......"

As soon as he turned into the backyard, the earth dog roared last time, and found that it was Meng Fan, but surprisingly did not continue to howl, put on a look of ignoring Meng Fan, and continued to lie in the nest and sleep soundly.

"Okay, Ah Fu, when I'm done, I'll definitely bring you meat. ā€

Meng Fan held the paper figure and tiptoed to the door of Mrs. Zhang's room, and when he stood at the door, he didn't know how to speak.

"Come in, sneaky. Mrs. Zhang's voice suddenly sounded.

"Hey. Meng Fan squeezed out a smiling face, quickly pushed the door in, and found that Mrs. Zhang was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, tying a paper figure, obviously already getting up, but her complexion was much worse than yesterday.

Meng Fan put down the paper figure in his hand, grinned at Mrs. Zhang, and said, "Mother-in-law, good morning!"

Mrs. Zhang squinted at Meng Fan, who was smiling strangely, and then glanced at the paper figure he brought, which was as tattered as a piece, and snorted coldly: "I won't return it here." ā€

"Hmm......"

Meng Fan's face turned red, he hurriedly took out two hundred yuan, presented it to Mrs. Zhang with both hands, glanced at a room of paper people with a little greed, and explained cheekily, "It's not to return it, it's to thank you, it's a life-saving grace, thank you!

"Huh?" Mrs. Zhang was a little surprised, glanced at Meng Fan, and then at the two hundred yuan in his hand, then retracted her gaze, and said in a very affirmative tone, "Not for sale!"

"Three, three or not?"

Meng Fan's tone was eager, at this moment, the paper figures were already like treasures in his eyes, full of magical mysteries, and he couldn't wait to snatch a few.

"Not for sale!"

"Two!" Meng Fan gritted his teeth, "Give one more piece of clothing!"

"No way!"

"One! Just one! Human life is at stake!"

"Hey!"

Mrs. Zhang sighed, shook her head helplessly, stopped the work in her hand, and said seriously: "The next life, no one will have trouble with money, but I really can't sell it to you, this paper man not only melted your blood, but also melted the old body's magic, when the paper man saved your life last night, the old body was also eaten by the magic, and almost took my old life, I really can't sell it." ā€

"Then you're going to watch me die?"

Meng Fan's voice couldn't help but rise, the matter of human life, maybe the ghost shadow will come tonight!

"I said I wouldn't sell it. Mrs. Zhang sighed, "My body and bones can't stand the toss, but I can show you a way to live." ā€

"What's the way to live?" Meng Fan hurriedly asked.

"Don't you want to learn how to tie paper on your own?"

Mrs. Zhang glanced at Meng Fan meaningfully, and her tone was slow.

"Tie paper people against the sky to change their lives, tie paper horses for a thousand miles, tie paper bridges shuttle yin and yang, this is the craftsmanship handed down by the masters, mysterious and mysterious, you have learned to protect your life worry-free, the future is bright. ā€

After saying that, he stared at Meng Fan directly, with a profound look.

"Huh?" Meng Fan was stunned, he couldn't imagine that Mrs. Zhang was so eloquent, like a pyramid schemer, and couldn't help but say, "I'm a ...... College Student ......"

"Three hundred and sixty lines, the best in the line, as a college student, you must learn this quickly and well, and you are guaranteed to make more money than you work. Mrs. Zhang smacked her lips, her eyes still lingering on Meng Fan, as if she was expecting something, and added, "At the critical moment, you can still save your life!"