This voice is familiar to me, and I don't remember it for a while.

I squinted my eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly my eyes widened and I looked at my dad who was looking at me with a strange face, and said incredulously, "You...... You're the papermaker!? ”

This voice, when he was in the Yang family, was exactly the same as the hunchbacked old man who tied paper.

I was scared and nervous, but at this moment a figure came out of the hall, and my eyes were straight when I came out of the room.

It's the night priest.

When did he come back!?

"Can't you get sick so soon?"

Ye Siming squinted, but instead of looking at me, he looked at my dad and sneered.

"It's you again." My father's voice became a little solemn, and his face became gloomy when he looked at Ye Siming, "What a praying mantis catching cicada and yellow finch is behind, if you hadn't broken my game with a yin lamp in that courtyard, I was finally forced to hide in the coffin with a paper man stand-in, and I was almost killed by you." ”

I stared at my father, the incarnation of a paper-binding worker, and Ye Siming, and for a moment my heart felt a little creepy.

Sure enough, these are the old rivers and lakes that are very deep in the city.

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Ye Siming actually knew that my dad was wrong, he should have seen it a long time ago, and the purpose of not telling me directly was to let me act in this play, because only people who were completely kept in the dark would act the most real.

If Ye Siming had told me from the beginning, then I would definitely be more wary of this impostor, so that it would be easier for the old fox to see the clues.

A few days ago, Zhong Bai went back to Yangjia Village, it should have been a problem in that village, and then he went to the courtyard with his master again, and found a stand-in for the papermaker in another coffin in the hall.

But in fact, it was because Ye Siming went to the hall with a yin lamp that broke his game and made him have no choice but to hide in the coffin.

"But it's time to come...... It's going to come eventually. My dad smiled hoarsely at Ye Siming, showing a triumphant smile.

When he said this again, Zhong Bai's eyes behind my dad were mysterious, and he rushed towards Ye Siming.

But it was only for a moment, and when he got close to Ye Siming, his body trembled violently, and a slender hand pierced his back to his chest.

That hand loomed, not like a physical object, and after passing through the chest, the five fingers bent, turned into claws, and directly grabbed the face of 'Zhong Bai'.

When I looked down, I saw 'Zhong Bai' on the ground, which was tied out of a pile of waste paper.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Your disaster has finally come......" The pile of waste paper twisted and crooked its neck, still smiling at me.

"Where's my dad? Where is he, where did you get him? I pounced on it and grabbed it, asking viciously.

But let me shake it hard, and the paper figure became loose sand, and there was no movement at all.

"It's dead." Ye Siming grabbed me, and I trembled with anger, but at this time, I looked up and found that my dad was gone.

It slipped right under our noses.

Ye Siming said, "I'll take you out of the village, and then ...... Don't come back. ”

"Soon this will be the new ghost village."

I looked up at Ye Siming, "Now?" ”

"Now." Ye Siming said to me in a righteous manner.

"Your grandma, she's failed." Ye Siming whispered to me, "She set up a bureau to survive, but now there is no more, and everyone here will die." ”

Of course I remember, but when I met him, he walked out of the mourning hall and said something to me.

"She told me that if her layout fails, let me take you out of here, and then ...... Never come back. ”