I looked at the female paper people in "Yingying Yanyan", and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, under the observation of the perceptual power, I could see the ghosts hidden in the paper figures, and their appearance was very different from the appearance of the paper figures.

There are seven orifices that bleed.

There are those who spit out big tongues.

There are those who vomit blood and foam at the mouth.

There was a suicide hanging, suffocating to the point that he was about to dent his eyeballs.

For the vast majority of ghosts, it can be divided into two states.

The first is anthropomorphism, because many times what people are like before they die will become what their souls will become after death. However, in order to make it easier to fool people or maintain their soul form to continue to survive in the yang world, they will evolve their appearance into a normal living person, and some will even make themselves more beautiful.

This state is a little lacking and is not conducive to cultivation.

The second is to return to the basics, it doesn't matter how miserable the death is, you can do whatever you want, those who are missing arms and legs, their eyes are bulging, but their tongues are old, they have everything, which is more conducive to scary.

Although this state is ugly, it is conducive to cultivation.

Similarly, those places that have no organs and protrusions will become their attack weapons, such as the rope hanging from the neck of the hanged ghost before his death, such as the water that the water ghost sucked into his body before drowning, and the murder weapon in his hand when he committed suicide. At present, the ghosts of these hidden paper people, judging from their appearance and evil spirits, most of them died or committed suicide.

The unifying characteristic is that they are all young, at least not too old when they die.

There is another point worth pondering.

Because such ghosts are generally difficult to control, let alone let them come out to stand on the street to "pick up work", what kind of thing is controlling them!?

I didn't dare to hesitate for too long, for fear that they would see the flaws, so I chose a paper figure whose death was not tragic: "Just her!"

"Order!"

The old bustard took the hand of the female paper man: "Xiao Cui, you must serve the guests well!" It's been a while since you've received a livelihood. ”

"Yes...... Grandma Zheng......"

The female paper figure named Xiao Cui is very different, she should have committed suicide by poisoning, and her body organs and limbs are very intact. It must have been a long time since he died, and the ghost still wore a large saffron cotton jacket that was only worn during the winter in the countryside in the early years, and it had a ponytail.

The old bustard took Xiao Cui's hand and walked from the secret passage to the room specially used for guests to "run errands". I followed them closely, and my mind inevitably came alive: What's the matter? If you don't take a job for a long time, you won't be paid? Is it true that ghosts now have to look for a job and go to work based on their performance? How many percentage points?!

Wait until you walk into the "errand" room.

Xiao Cui put the handbag on the bed, retreated to the left side of the bed very shyly, covered his hands in front of his abdomen, bowed his head slightly, and spoke in a low tone: "This adult...... You go to bed and lie down...... I, our paper figures, can give you a massage to soothe your long-suppressed nerves. ”

Waterfa!?

It's very professional, there is wood!?

I didn't say a word, I lay on the bed on all fours, pretending to be relaxed, and looked at Xiao Cui sideways: "I see that your business is good!"

"It's the boss who knows how to market."

Xiao Cui stepped forward, opened the handbag first, took out a small soft bottle similar to the wind oil essence from the handbag, squeezed the small soft bottle and dripped the dark red liquid inside on the back of his hand. Then put away the bottle and rub your hands back and forth to spread the liquid evenly with your palms.

After wiping it off, Xiao Cui gently massaged my calf muscles with his discolored hands, which was not very skillful, and could be said to be jerky.

She is not as good at chatting as other paper figures to help guests relieve stress and give guests some sexual innuendos through the power of words. I will only do my best to massage, and who comes here to think about massage! Who doesn't want to think about it all of a sudden! Why don't you come to this place all at once!?

Well......

I didn't have the heart to explore this aspect of communication.

Well......

Absolutely nothing!!

I looked back at her and found that she didn't feel the temperature of my body through the clothes, and the touch had nothing to do with ghosts, which made me a little confused: "Doesn't it feel strange for you to press it?" It's very comfortable though! But aren't you weird?! ”

Bah!

Why do I want to remind people along the way!

Isn't it looking for death!

Xiao Cui smiled and continued to carefully move my leg muscles: "What the guest said was what, where did it come from so many questions." My mother has taught me since I was a child that there are some things that I see more and ask less, and if I ask too much, it will annoy people, no, it will annoy ghosts. ”

Maybe she saw that I wasn't too cold, and I didn't have a bad temper, so she said that she opened the conversation box: "I've become a ghost, I must have my own difficulties...... It's good to be happy tonight, what do you want to do? ”

"Do you see it so open?!"

Since she didn't find it strange, I followed the conversation step by step: "Don't look at me dressed well, but I died early." If I live a good life at home and have money, I will reach my birthday. After his death, I didn't worry about my little grandson, who had just been born for a long time, so he didn't go to reincarnation. It's been a lot of years, and my grandson has grown up, and every year he goes to my grave to burn paper, and my life is prosperous. ”

"My wish is over, but I can't go if I want to."

"By the way, how did you die?"

When Xiao Cui heard my question, his hands paused for two seconds, and he smiled awkwardly before continuing to massage: "I died early, seventeen or eighteen." In the past, the medical conditions in our country were not as good as they are now. When I got sick and went home from the injection, I was allergic to penicillin, and I died if I couldn't rescue me in time. ”

"After I died, my family was poor and had no money."

"Cremation was not popular at that time, so I just found a ravine to bury me. Later, maybe my family remembered and dug my bones out of the soil and sent them to the crematorium to be burned. ”

Xiao Cui moved his hands to my waist pole, and when he said this, he obviously used a lot more force: "I didn't have a soul to reincarnate at that time, so I watched them dig my bones out of the grave. I thought they wanted to find a beautiful place to bury my ashes, so that I could be reincarnated. ”

"My soul followed the urn."

"At first, the urn was placed at home, and I heard from them that my brother's child was sick and the family had no money to treat it."

"I got the news from his friend later."

"It is said that some people collect the ashes and urns of those daughters who died early or died at a high price, and the price is indeed ridiculously high, which is enough to treat the child. ”

"Then I knew that they had no choice but to sell my ashes for money to treat my little nephew."

"Then my urn was sold."

"The man who bought the urn can see my soul."

"He didn't do anything to me, because he knew I was going to be gone a few days after I left the urn, so he came here with mine."

"And that's what it is now, which is good."

Xiao Cui unknowingly finished telling his story.

In the process of listening to her story, I tried to open my mouth to speak several times but was speechless, and when she finished speaking, I finally asked, "Don't you hate them?!"

"I'm a dead man, what do I have to hate?"

Xiao Cui thought of his little nephew, and smiled inadvertently, smiling with hatred: "My little nephew is only three years old, he looks very cute, and his face is full of flesh." Such a good child died because he had no money for treatment, how sorry do you say? Anyway, I'm all dead, so what can they do if they sell me? ”

"But your soul is still there!"

I sympathized with her, but my compassion seemed weak.

"It's right here, when the soul is gone, it's a relief."

Xiao Cui probably finished pressing the main part of my body and patted me on the shoulder: "Boss! You roll over! I'll give you a press on the muscles on the front! ”

"No, no, I'm not interested in that."

I hurriedly refused her, but I didn't dare to fool around.

"Boss, you're really interesting!"

Xiao Cui blinked his eyes and massaged my back again: "Boss, in fact, I don't have any wishes, I just thought that it would be nice if I could look at my little nephew again, and it would be better if I could hug him."

"People and ghosts have different paths, don't think too much."

I guess she seems to be aware of my problem.

"Yes! People and ghosts have different paths, there is no way! ”

Xiao Cui showed a sly gaze: "Those sisters outside the door have similar experiences as me, and no one will sell their daughters if the conditions are good." We haven't done anything bad...... If you were the boss...... Please take our urn with you and bury it in any cemetery, just find one......"

"Okay, I promise you."

Some ghosts are like that.

The bones still have a place to come.

The bones are not there, and they can only be scattered.

In many cases, death is not liberation, but a different kind of reincarnation. Because we never know whether our soul will be affected internally or externally, so that we cannot be reincarnated.

Isn't it the worst ending to become a lonely ghost?