Chapter 369: The Resurrected Paper Man...

I understood what Ye Siming meant, and he asked me to go in first, and he arrived.

He should have taken care of it, probably afraid of startling the snake.

There are three streets in this town, and most of each street is filled with paper shops, and the houses are old mud houses, and the panes are carved with patterns, which has an antique taste.

Almost all the paper shops put the paper ware outside and drained it out, so a street was full of paper people, paper horses and large villas, and Zhong Bai and I walked through them, which was indeed a little scary.

I walked a few steps and looked back to see if Ye Siming was keeping up, and this glance startled me.

Behind me and Zhong Bai, there were a few little paper figures.

They are boys and girls who are pierced, with very heavy oil paint on their faces, and their expressions are very rich, but they are fake at first glance, not as realistic as the big paper figures, so they startled me.

They were right behind us, and when I turned to spot them, two of them stuck their tongues out at me!

But they stopped following and immediately stood motionless in a pile of paper figures.

Zhong Bai asked me what I was looking at?

I couldn't help but take another look, and this one was even more shocking than the one I had just looked.

Not only the boys and girls followed, but even the big paper people followed!

This time they are like provocations, and they don't hide in the pile of paper figures, they follow behind our butts, and if we don't go, they won't go.

I told Zhong Bai that there was a group of paper figures behind us.

Zhong Bai reminded: "Those things have spirituality at night, and when you look at them, even if you provoke them, they will follow." You don't have to look back, they ignore you with a paragraph, and that's it. ”

I don't look back, but I know they're still catching up, and it seems to be more and more.

Zhong Bai opened his mobile phone to see the characteristics of the store, but as soon as he opened the picture and compared it, he realized that all the shops here are the same style.

The house is also in the same style, plus the same white lantern at the door of the shop, who knows which one my dad is in?

It's a very weird town, the last time we came we were on a different street, but this street has a different style.

We walked another street, and when we turned the corner, the paper figures who followed us didn't seem to know the turn, and they were all stuck there and couldn't move.

I didn't see Ye Siming coming up, and Zhong Bai and I found a second street.

There were no less than fifty shops on both streets, but they were all closed.

And there was no one on these two streets, except for the paper people.

Zhong Bai said that they might all go to the upper block to watch the play, so we will go there to find it.

As soon as I heard the strange singing sound of yin and yang, my scalp was numb, but in order to find my father, even if I wanted to die, I would go.

On the third street, there are many people walking around, talking as they walk, listening to the sounds, and looking at the posture of walking.

They all went in one direction, and that was the direction of the stage.

Zhong Bai and I also blended into the group and walked side by side towards the stage

These are paper men and paper women, and they are simply fine.

Men, women, and children walked up and down this street as if they were alive, and they all walked towards the door of an old and huge old house in front of them, and in the courtyard I could already faintly see a stage set up.

Under the stage, there are all kinds of paper figurines.

Zhong Bai and I walked in the direction of the stage, I don't know when it started, there were more and more people behind us, they were giggling, one by one very happy, following me and Zhong Bai, walking towards the stage together.