I picked up one and unfolded it, and a line of small characters on the paper money came into view - Jinghe does not commit, do not disturb Qingxiu.

On the surface, this may seem like a warning, but in reality it is a threat. The meaning behind it is clear: leave or die!

Suddenly there was a surge of anger in my heart.

If we inadvertently offend you, we can say it bluntly, on the table, we apologize if there is a mistake.

We are all cultivators, so why use such disgraceful means as cooking with white wax and paper people carrying knives to scare us? What's fun about playing yin?

Besides, this mastermind behind the scenes, who is hidden in the shadows and can manipulate the paper people, is so anxious to drive us away, what secret does he not want to be discovered? Could it have something to do with Miss Fu's disappearance? Could it be related to the Yin Skin Talisman?

Although leaving this eerie town was the best option for the moment, I decided not to leave and found some clues.

This is because I can't swallow this breath, and the second is that I am afraid that during the day, the people behind the scenes will not come out, and I will not be able to find a breakthrough when the time comes.

As the saying goes, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger".

I told you my thoughts, fat people are naturally nothing, our two brothers were born and died, and they have experienced a lot of turbulent waves, and they are itching now if they don't find something to do.

He Xiaoqi and Xiao Jun were already frightened, but after all, they were all making soy sauce on this trip, and they were making trouble by themselves, so now they can only listen to our arrangements.

I told them that if they were scared, they should not force themselves, they could sit in the car and close the windows tightly, and we would be back before dawn.

Xiao Jun was still a little hesitant, but He Xiaoqi was resolute, she said that although she was afraid, she thought of Miss Fu, even if she gritted her teeth, she couldn't fall behind.

She said everything, and Xiao Jun didn't dare to stay in the car alone, so she finally decided to follow us together. He took out a baseball bat from the trunk of the car and handed it to He Xiaoqi, while he himself took a short-handled shovel to strengthen his courage.

In fact, this is fine, experience has taught me that at such a moment, it is most dangerous for everyone to be separated.

We ignored the ranks of paper men and walked back into the town in the midst of the flying paper money.

The more I walked, the more strange I felt.

I remember that from the outside, although this town is not big, it is boxy, and now when I come in, I find that there is only one street in the whole town.

The street is the Jinzhen Hotel, all the way forward, it seems to be getting narrower and narrower, I don't know if this road is just a main road, or the only road in the town.

The amount of white paper money is increasing, and it has already been covered with a thick layer on the ground, and the sound of stepping on it and brushing it reveals an indescribable weirdness.

The streets were still brightly lit and there was no wind, but the light from the windows of every house was moving, making it seem as if there were countless people hiding in the shadows, and countless expressionless faces.

We started with the first house on the street to search for clues.

Pushing open the door, there was no one in the house. No TV, no furniture, no sofas, no beds, no dining tables, nothing that should be in the house.

Three of the four walls were bare, except for the one with the window, where a calligraphy and painting hung abruptly.

Underneath this calligraphy and painting, there is a small incense burner, and smoke rises from the incense burner. On either side of the incense burner is a pair of white wax, which is also the only light source in the room, emitting a dim, ethereal light.

The scene in front of me made me feel familiar. Walking forward, I saw that there were only three words on the wall - Zhao Yingying.

Generally speaking, the ink treasures hanging at home are often written with inspirational or self-encouragement, such as: heaven, earth and people, gentlemen and self-improvement, or just a single word, such as: longevity, blessing, Lu and so on.

No matter how you look at these three words, these three words are more like a person's name, or an ordinary woman's name, how can anyone have a person's name at home? This is ridiculous.

It's like the phone ringing in the crowd, everyone is pulling out their phones, but you take out a brick from your pocket!

He Xiaoqi pulled me, her voice a little nervous: "What do I think...... It's like a tablet in front of the grave......"

I chuckled inwardly. Looking at the three words Zhao Yingying on the wall, as well as the smoke-filled incense burner and the pair of white wax, they are really no different from the tombstone or tablet in front of the grave, and even the position is exactly the same.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to feel for a while, only feeling numb and shuddering.

Who is this Zhao Yingying? I'm afraid no one will know.

She may be a member of the Yangge team at the gate of the town, or she may be the middle-aged woman who was carrying a knife in the restaurant just now, serving us food and tea......

Perhaps, there is no such person as Zhao Yingying in this world. Everything is nothing but our illusion, including this town that never sleeps and is brightly lit.

We walked into the second house, the furnishings in the room were exactly the same, and the name on the wall was Liu Yin.

In the third house, the furnishings in the house are exactly the same, and the name hanging on the wall is - Cheng Xiaohong.

The fourth house, the name - Zhang Mengya.

The fifth house, the name - Hou Yue.

……

The eighteenth house, I couldn't believe my eyes!

Why? That's because I saw a fairly familiar name - Cao Ruiying!

Suddenly, I seemed to understand it all!

Although the size and area of the rooms are different, the furnishings in the house are surprisingly consistent, like tombstones and tablets enshrined.

There are also names hanging on the walls of each house, although they are completely different, but you can tell at a glance that they are all female names!

In other words, it's all about women!

Cao Ruiying is not an ordinary woman, but a person born in the yin year and the moon and the yin moment of the pure yin personality, and was cut off by the yang life. And what about these women? Will they all be the same as Cao Ruiying?

Memories are surging, and Manager Sang's words and some trivial fragments resurface in my mind: Shihong Town, Jinzhen Hotel...... Shihong? Soul Eater?! And the combination of the two words Kim and Zhen is...... Town!

My cold hair stood on end, and I felt like I had instantly turned into a trembling hedgehog.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that the coffin is one big and one small, one tall and one short. Tall represents yang, while short represents yin. It is precisely because of the existence of one yin and one yang that it can be reconciled with each other and become the house of the dead.

Different from the common words engraved on the coffin, such as lay, filial piety, blessing, and longevity, as a rare murderous coffin in ancient and modern times, even if it is forged with bronze material, coupled with the five grains to pave the mat, the blood of the three animal sacrifices and the six animals is still not easy to dissolve the evil spirit of the deceased.

Therefore, they are all on the top of the yang, that is, at the high end of the coffin, with black dog blood mixed with cinnabar to write the word "town", so that even if there is an accident, the evil in the coffin can only go to the underworld to cause trouble, and cannot cause trouble in the human world.

No wonder there's no internet connection, and it's no wonder that the town looks boxy from the outside, only to find that it's just a long street.

Because this is not a small town at all, but a murderous coffin with the word "town" written on the top of the yang, I don't know how many years!

And the name of the woman on the wall of every house is the tablet of the pure yin personality absorbed by this murderous coffin!

As soon as they thought of this, everyone heard a soft sound outside the window.

A dark shadow, passing at great speed, quickly disappeared from the end of the street and from our field of vision......