I squatted on the ground in frustration and sobbed for a while, but I could only hang my head and get up, crying and walking back, I held back my tears and knocked on the door, but no one came to open the door after knocking for a long time, I panicked, slammed the door with my hand, called Dad, and found that my voice was hoarse.

"Here, what's wrong, in a hurry?" My dad suddenly opened the door and complained.

Tears flowed from my eyes.

But I shook my head at my dad and walked into the house with my head down, and my dad didn't ask any questions when he saw that I didn't speak.

The day is almost dawn.

My dad said it should be fine, let me go to the house and get some sleep, and I'll talk about it tomorrow.

When I entered the house, I was lying on the bed with a lump of wood, my head a little messy, and there were a lot of scattered images dangling around.

I slept until noon the next day, and when I woke up, my head was very messy, and I was dizzy, and my forehead was a little hot, so I found some medicine from the drawer and drank some cold water.

At noon, I told my dad about what happened yesterday, and my dad bowed his head and didn't speak after listening to it, and then sighed and said to me with a guilty face, "It's me who was too careless, it seems that there is something unclean in the ancestral hall, don't go, I'll think of other ways." ”

I bowed my head and didn't speak.

Actually, I didn't want to go at all, and I was so confused that I didn't mention to my dad that I saw the red dress at night.

When Qiao's second mother-in-law asked me about my birthday, my mother appeared, and yesterday when my life was in danger, she appeared again, although it was red, but the feeling of blood connection was even stronger than last time.

But I'm just pretty sure.

The only possibility is that my mom has been watching me secretly, which is why she showed up when I was most in danger.

She certainly hasn't forgotten, she still remembers me.

But why didn't she meet me, why didn't she talk, didn't she look back at me!?

Thinking of these possibilities, my heart really doesn't feel good.

…

Now Zhong Bai has also left.

And he, who has disappeared without a trace since he buried his skin, I know that he will definitely appear, but I don't know when the next appearance will be.

Even I have great doubts.

What exactly did he do after he left every time!?

I suddenly found that my current self was like a headless fly, each of them had their own secrets and plans, and I was the only one at a loss.

Not sure what to do next.

I seemed idle all afternoon, and then I rummaged through the house, and I found a piece of black paper, which I took to the graveyard and buried it.

I don't know the origin of my grandmother's book, but I don't think it's from my ancestors, because the techniques in it are very ancient, and there are witchcraft and Gu arts, including the paper-cutting technique I studied.

There are very few ways to cut paper, but I think it is the same source as paper tie very early, but I don't know if it was the first paper-cut, or the business of paper tie.

But whether it is a papermaker or a paper-cutting technique, they all belong to the three realms and nine streams, according to Zhong Bai's words, in the eyes of the so-called righteous path, it is evil art.

What I'm going to cut this time is the five ghosts that can rank in the top 30 in paper-cutting, and the evil art is crooked.

If these five ghosts want to promote the greatest power, they actually need to use human skin, and with the paper-cutting master, the five ghosts can deter a ghost who has been practicing for decades.

But I don't have any skin, so I won't try to get it, but black paper can get in the shade, and it should be okay to bury it in the graveyard for a few days.

Of course, cutting it out may not be as good as a real woman's skin, but I'm a little worried about whether I can cut it out on my own now.