9 Paper Figures

At night, everyone set up a tent by the small river in the forest, Walker poked some fish racks with sticks in the middle of the river and roasted them on the wooden racks, about a minute or so, he saw the little girl running towards him with something, Walker fixed his eyes and saw that this girl was the troublemaker, and brought the paper man at the door of the house.

"You dead girl, you go out to play and steal things, it's not good to steal, you steal such an unlucky thing." Walker lectured her a lesson, then took the paper figure and looked at it, the paper man's eyes bulging, and by the light of the fire, he could clearly see the bloodshot on the eyeballs.

Walker was stunned, he thought this thing was alive, and looked at it again and again, the paper figure only had the front side, and the skeleton could be seen on the back.

Strange to say, in the folk, the paper figure is used at the time of mourning, to guide the soul of the deceased, the skeleton of the paper man is more complex, basically you can see that the head is the head, the body is the body, and the feet are the feet, so the paper man is also three-dimensional, but this paper figure is flat, the so-called skeleton, just ......

The paper man is wrapped around the straw on both sides, and a bloody flesh bone is inserted under the straw, such a paper man, looking at it at night, gives people a creepy feeling.

"Give me back... Daisen... Give me back... Daisen... Still... I... Big... Not far away, a hoarse voice came, and looking at the source of the sound, the two found a vague shadow.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, the others went out to look for game, and Xiao Dian was reading a book in the camp alone.

"Give me back the Great Immortal!" The voice suddenly became high-pitched, and Walker hurriedly picked up a piece of firewood and threw it not far away, and the figure there was completely revealed.

The situation they saw was indescribable, the little girl screamed in fright, and the little dark ran out of the tent, only to see Walker pointing not far away, and said strange things with a pale face: "There are three malnourished strange people there." ”

Xiao Dian looked around and saw three creatures that looked like walking corpses and dressed as villagers.

They walked as if they were dragging a broken leg, limping and mudging, rubbing against the grass to make a rustling sound.

"Give me back the great immortal, return my great immortal!" They kept roaring, looking like they had been hit by some kind of magic barrier, languishing and dull, and when combined with their faces, the first feeling of the three of them was that they should be the walking dead, that is, zombies.

The cool breeze invaded, Walker shivered, his hands trembled, and the paper figure in his hand floated into the bonfire, and at the same time, the zombies dressed as three villagers were actually full of smoke and fire.

"Ah, stealing my great immortal, and still want to harm me, why are you so ruthless, we have no intention of hurting you......" Hearing the zombies speak and are still sensible, it means that they have the ability to think, and the three of them understand, they are people, but they look scary.

Sneer......

The fire was suddenly extinguished, and in an instant, smoke began to rise from their seven orifices.

"Help me, it's painful." The villagers changed their words, and even children could see that the flames were burning from their bodies this time.

Walker didn't hesitate, he flew forward, grabbed the placket of one of them with his left hand, and at the same time patted the man's skull with a golden light with his right hand, and the flame in his body was pulled out by Walker, and after saving the three of them, the three of them rushed to the river and jumped in.

They gulped down cold water and spat out something black as mud.

Looking at their mouths, the sharp-eyed Walker saw the clues.

10 I am God

"Thank you Daxian for your help, thank you." After the three of them came ashore, they tried their best to kowtow to Walker, and they all kowtowed more than nine times, and if Walker hadn't helped them up, I really don't know how long they would have kowtowed.

"You are a family of three, just look at your vomit, if my guess is correct, you eat some Guanyin soil, bark and grass roots, and you can't see a little grain meat." As soon as Walker said this, the three villagers became sad.

"Actually, we've all been fooled by that bastard......" sighed one of the youngest, twenty-something-looking women.

Twelve years ago, the old village chief of the Far North Village rescued a middle-aged man who claimed to be a god and claimed to be from the future and the past Earth Space, that is, another world.

The man said that everyone in his world was cultivating, and everyone could become a god, and in order to repay the village chief for saving his life, he decided to teach him to cultivate.

There are various restrictions on cultivation, the most basic of which is Bigu, after half a year, you will officially start to break away from human food and instead eat things that have the essence of heaven and earth, such as tree bark, weeds, and Guanyin soil.

The man looked like a roe deer, had jagged fangs, and looked like a three-year-old child knew that he was a bad person, so no one believed him at first.

In order to prove himself, the man built five altars in one year with the help of one man, and then built six towers of different heights in half a year.

During this period, he used all kinds of strange abilities, frankly speaking, in heaven, there are not a few people who control their abilities, and there are many abilities we have seen, but compared to middle-aged men, those who control abilities are nothing, and gradually, some people in the village believe the words of the middle-aged man.

Ten years and six months ago, the man began to carve on the five altars he had built, and for every baby he carved, hundreds of families had an accident, and that night, like madmen, they all ran to the forest to find bark, weeds, and dig up Guanyin soil, and they fought more than once to get these things, and each time they went home with their heads broken and bleeding.

The villagers who returned home stayed for many days, and finally, the five altars were carved, and the end of my house came as scheduled.

That day, I felt as if my soul was imprisoned by some kind of power, it was a terrible nightmare, in which I could see what I was doing in the flesh, he was like a starving ghost, desperately eating tree bark, weeds, etc., my parents were pale, but when they ate this kind of thing, there was a strange smile on their faces.

It wasn't long before my parents were frantically cutting paper figures, and they were muttering words I didn't understand, and the language was like a magic spell, which made me miserable as a soul in my dreams.

After the paper figure was done, my father drew the face of the paper man on it, and the paper man came to life, and it wrapped itself in straw, and then went out, and a few minutes later, my physical body went out with my parents, and I saw a square table with tribute, and there was an incense burner on the table, and the paper man, I don't know when, was placed on it, and under the straw, there were bloody flesh and bones.

At this point, every time we go out, the flesh will bow down uncontrollably to the paper man, I remember seeing the man in the eyes of the paper man, and at the same time, I also heard his rampant voice: "I am God, the god of the present, and the god of the future, when you all become gods, I will lead you to crusade against this last sky, this sky, is the forgotten sky, and at that time, I will ...... I'm going to ......."