It is said to be a mass graveyard, but the place is said to be an old ghost nest, and I have never heard of people living in that place.

But there is a village where the coyote ditch is turned over. I thought that this old man came from the side of Coyote Gully, but for more than ten miles, it was really not easy for this old man to push a tricycle on the dirt road in the dark.

While I was thinking, the hunchbacked old man had already pierced out a paper beauty, and my eyes were straight when I saw it.

This paper woman is completely different from the rough paper maids in front, not to mention delicate and delicate, and lifelike, with a melon seed face, a cherry mouth, and a water-red skirt with a graceful waist in the night, exactly the same as a real beauty with excellent style.

"Is this paper figure good-looking?"

The hunchbacked old man asked me with a smile. I nodded and couldn't help but praise, "It's good-looking, your old craftsmanship is so good." ”

My compliment was very useful, the hunchbacked old man smiled, and then asked me to help the paper woman 'stand up'.

It was to thread the strips into the body of this paper woman to make her look more three-dimensional and charming, and I removed a few strips from the tricycle. The old man grabbed the paper woman with both hands and told me to prop the strip in.

I was a bit clumsy, and when I reached in, I accidentally got a cut in the sharp strip.

I pricked the needle in my palm, and instinctively withdrew my hand, but when I pulled it back, a few drops of crimson blood accidentally dripped on the paper woman's water-red skirt. It bloomed like a blood-colored rose in full bloom, but it soon faded away.

I put my thumb in my mouth and sucked it, and smiled awkwardly at the hunchbacked old man, who didn't care at all, and told me to go to the house and bandage it.

I went into the house to treat the wound briefly, and when I came out, I saw the back of the hunchbacked old man pushing a tricycle towards the village in the night.

Just as the hunchbacked old man was about to melt into the night, I saw him pause abruptly, and then turn his head slowly.

I stood in the dim light of the candle at the gate and saw a large sarcoma growing on his chin as the hunchbacked old man turned his face, and then in the dim light I suddenly saw him smiling.

Then he left, and with the creaking sound of the tricycle's axles, I turned my head to look at the pile of paper figures leaning against the wall, especially the bewitching paper beauties, almost like they came out of a painting.

Because the lights in the courtyard were dim and fluttering, the breeze blew the paper beauty's water-red skirt swayed, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, which made me a little panicked. I didn't dare to look at it, so I quickly went back to my room and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I had a strange dream, and I dreamed that I was married, wearing a beautiful water-red dress, and all the paper figures from the village came to eat and drink. I was terrified.

I turned over and sat up from the bed, and there was a woman sleeping in my bed, she was sleeping in it, and she was facing away from me, and I couldn't see her clearly in the dim room.

There are many people who stay overnight in the deceased's house, and some distant relatives will definitely not go back at night, and sometimes the bed is not enough and has to be crowded, so I didn't think much about it at the time, but I thought it should be arranged by my family.

At this time, I heard someone crying in the mourning hall outside, as if shouting something, and I heard the commotion and was afraid that something had happened, so I got up and went to open the door.

The door was plugged in, and I reached for the latch to pull it open, but halfway through it I stopped, and I suddenly remembered.

I was scared when I went into the room as I slept, and I bolted the door myself from the inside, and it is still bolted.

How did the woman who was lying in my bed and sleeping with me come in?