The fat man nodded, agreeing with me. He Xiaoqi and Xiao Jun's faces were pale, obviously frightened by the fierce fight between the seventh sister and the babyface just now, and they also agreed to go to explore the situation in the door first.

Fearing that we would be killed, we waited a little longer to see that there was no more noise in the passage where the two men had fled, and then we came out of the passage where we were sheltering.

Check that the backpack has run out of agarwood and ignition charms. At the moment, the only equipment we have left is two powerful flashlights.

These two flashlights are military equipment, with strong light columns, long irradiation range, and waterproof, but battery life is a big problem.

In order to save money, I took off the two torches on the wall with the fat man and held them up. The torches here are relatively normal, with red flames dancing and just being fueled by an oil bag wrapped in a short wooden stick, which makes people feel reassuring.

The vermilion gate was unremarkable, with arches opening and closing left and right, and the top was as smooth as new, as if it had just been painted. But before they could get closer, a strong smell of blood poured into everyone's noses.

Everyone frowned, and no one spoke, but everyone knew in their hearts that the paint painted on the door was most likely human blood.

After experiencing a series of horrors, I don't know if it's numbness or adaptability, and we are even a little surprised by this strange situation.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open and unlocked.

The door was dark and silent.

I waved the torch in my hand with the fat man to illuminate it, but the scene in front of me suddenly scared everyone into a cold sweat......

I saw that in this pitch-black door, there were dense paper figures!

Paper people, paper people again!

We had encountered this kind of paper figure in the Jinzhen Hotel not long ago, and it was full of this kind of thing in the Yangge team when we entered the town. But the group of paper figures in front of us is much more numerous than we have seen between us.

I saw them standing densely in the darkness, with no end in sight, and there were at least a thousand or more of them on visual inspection, and the scalp of those who looked directly was numb.

Under the light of the torches, I saw that these paper figures were as tall as knives and axes, and their heads were about 1.7 meters tall.

The craftsmanship is quite rough, and at first glance it looks like it was made in a small workshop. A large number of woven bamboo sticks and wooden sticks are exposed to the outside of the body, like strange hedgehogs.

The paper people were pale, their eyes were like black beans, their left and right cheeks were coated with two round lumps of rouge, their small mouths were blood-red, their black hair was not known whether they were made of wool or painted, and their bodies were covered with red and green.

There are not only paper people, but also paper cars and paper horses, as well as all kinds of villas, gold mountains and other fragments. They were neatly arranged and staggered, as if they had been specially placed in this door.

It stands to reason that these things are not surprising, and can be found in almost any funeral shop, but they are nothing more than objects burned to the deceased. But now that it suddenly appears here, it makes people feel an indescribable sense of surprise and horror.

I took a deep breath and raised the torch in my hand, and at a glance, the paper figures stretched forward for hundreds of meters, and at the almost invisible end, another door loomed, making it difficult to distinguish the color.

To enter that door, you have to go through this dense pile of paper figures.

He Xiaoqi's body began to tremble, Xiao Jun was even more short of breath, and he involuntarily rubbed his hands hard, obviously a subconscious action in panic.

I cheered everyone up, saying that you don't have to be afraid, we have torches in our hands, after all, paper people are made of paper, and they are most afraid of fire.

As I spoke, I set fire to a paper figure in front of me.

Sure enough, the flames burned with a loud sound. The lit paper figure was expressionless, quietly watching his body burn, illuminating a large area of darkness in front of him.

I just don't know what material these paper figures are made of, although they are lit, the fire has a touch of green, and it burns very slowly, it takes five or six minutes to turn into ashes.

The space here is huge, and the distance between each paper figure is twenty or thirty centimeters, so there is no chain reaction of the pieces being ignited.

In the firelight, He Xiaoqi finally stopped shaking, and Xiao Jun's face was also bloody. It was as if something had occurred to him, and he spoke.

"yes, we can just light a fire all the way over and let these guys die in the fire, so it's safe......"

Hearing his words, the fat man shook his head.

I patiently explained that this is a tomb and the air is not very mobile.

If all these paper figurines are set on fire, it will be a waste of time, and once this place turns into a sea of fire, there is a great chance that it will cause an instantaneous local hypoxia, and we may even be suffocated to death, which is really worth the loss.

In fact, in the tomb, the most feared thing is not any evil things such as zongzi, but the lack of oxygen.

This is the reason why the Tufu people in the mountain moving industry will light a stick of incense before entering the tomb, or keep the torch in their hands. This matter has already been explained before, so I will not repeat it here.

Xiao Jun's words are exactly what I am worried about.

Because if these paper figures are suddenly resurrected, their aggression is still secondary, and if the two sides are ignited by the fire during the battle, causing a large area to burn, I am afraid that we will be suffocated to death if we are not burned to death.

But I can't tell Xiao Jun and He Xiaoqi about my worries, for fear of disturbing the morale of the army.

As is the case with many things, the closer you get to danger, the closer you are to the truth. It's still the same sentence - "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger".

The crowd began to weave through the pile of paper figures, heading towards the door in the distance.

We walked very carefully, for fear that something might happen. I held the torch high in front of me to open the way, He Xiaoqi and Xiao Jun walked in the middle, and the fat man cushioned behind.

The wind and waves were calm along the way, and the paper people in the darkness were silent, like silent dwarf trees.

It's just that the light of the torch shines on them, emitting a faint layer of green light, which makes people's hearts swell with inexplicable apprehension.

The feet are still uneven stone bricks, and when you walk deep, you can walk shallowly, and your feet are uncomfortable through the soles of your shoes.

We walked cautiously forward for about ten minutes, and when I raised my torch and looked back and forth, I saw that more than half of the road had been walked a few hundred meters.

The door in front of us is faintly visible, but the vermilion gate that everyone enters is gradually blurred and unrecognizable, and at this moment we seem to be submerged in a sea of paper figures......

He Xiaoqi, who was walking behind me, suddenly pulled the corner of my clothes and startled me.

Her body didn't know when it started to tremble again, and her tone trembled: "Xiao Su...... You see...... The eyes of these paper figures ......"

Paper Man's Eyes?! I didn't understand it for a while.

Shake the torch and take a closer look, and I can't help but gasp!

I took a closer look at the scarlet gate as we entered. Although there are many of these paper figures, their postures and expressions are highly uniform, and all of them stand straight and look ahead without squinting.

At the moment, however, they have changed significantly. I saw that the heads of the paper figures seemed to start turning silently, and a pair of black bean-like eyes stared straight at us!

The paper man in front of us is like this, the paper man next to us is like this, and the paper man behind us is even more exaggerated and twists his neck by a full hundred and eighty degrees, and all eyes are focused on us......