"Yo, honored guest, are you here?"

When the door was opened, there was a dazzling light, and when the light was gone, I opened my eyes to observe the scene in the door, and before I could make any more movements, a person appeared in front of me.

It's not so much a person, but a paper figure is more vivid, with white folded paper skin, two blushes, painted figure-eight short eyebrows, triangular eyes, flattering smile, plus a white towel that was originally white and now a little yellowish, and a gray and white costume. He took my hand and pulled me into the door without saying anything, flattering me in a voice.

After I stepped into the door, the door behind me closed automatically and disappeared, as if it had never existed, and now I was standing at my feet in a courtyard that could be about 100 square meters, and there were lanterns and other items hanging in every corner of the yard, as if I wanted to give people a feeling of joy.

But when I looked closely, I found that the lanterns hanging on the wall were white paper, the wicks were shining without candles, the couplets were also white, and even the cut "Xi" characters on the paper windows were also white, and everything in the whole courtyard that expressed joy was white.

Behind the courtyard is a dilapidated bungalow, no roof, two less of the four walls, from time to time there are clods of soil rolling off the wall, the door of the house is open, you can barely see the decoration, a clay kang, the clay kang is covered with a pair of mandarin duck quilts, and there are a few servant-like paper figures who are playing with the cobwebs in the corners of the wall with their hands.

There are four large round tables on each side of the courtyard, a total of eight. The top of the round table was rotten wood, with white eggs wriggling in the rotten wood, and plastic sheeting that had not had time to be torn clean. What's even more bizarre is that there are no table legs, floating in mid-air, and people can just sit down and just put their elbows on the table.

I was standing in the middle of the courtyard, facing two closed solid wood courtyard doors, and before I could open my mouth to speak, I heard a knock on the door, and the turtle slave who ran the hall clapped his hands, shook off the white towel and put it on his shoulders again, and walked on tiptoe, and greeted his next guest with a smile on his face with an abnormal ecstasy in small steps.

"Squeak ......" The turtle slave opened the two doors and said humbly: "Yo ~ distinguished guest ~ are you here?"

The person outside the door swaggered in, slipped a white gift box in his left hand, handed the gift box to the turtle slave with an expressionless face, and said in a calm voice: "When will the bride and groom arrive?"

The turtle slave took the gift box, raised it to his nose and shamed the smell, and bowed his head contentedly and said, "It's almost soon."

"Okay." The man replied with a roar and walked to the round table next to him, and then sat out of thin air without a chair, sitting unusually steadily, and even leisurely crossed Erlang's legs, waiting for the arrival of a couple of newcomers.

The turtle slave smiled and looked up to report the contents of the gift box: "A pair of dog meat bracelets!"

"Goo Dong......" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, standing in place and not daring to act rashly, because the guest who gave the gift just now was also TM a paper man, but the dress was much more elaborate than the turtle slave, dressed as a landlord during the Republic of China, and leisurely played with two rotten and blackened walnuts in his hand, and if he sat there with a birdcage and a teapot, he was definitely the descendant of the Manchu nobles.

And I heard the conversation between the two paper figures, and the scene in front of me, if it was all changed to red, it would definitely be used when I got married.

So this is now the time the wedding is going on? But I didn't give dog meat when I got married! Besides, what the hell is a dog meat bracelet? Bracelets made of dog meat?

I grasped the pig-killing knife and took two steps back, trying not to attract attention. I don't know why, but the runner and the guests didn't find out the truth that I wasn't a paper man, or that it was deliberate, and they waited until they had enough strength to give me a fatal blow.

"Yo ~ distinguished guest ~ you are here ~ please inside please inside please inside ~"

"three coins~"

"Yo ~ distinguished guest ~ you are here ~ inside please inside please inside please ~ "

"Two copies of female red~"

"Yo ~ distinguished guest ~ you are here ~ inside please inside please inside please ~ "

"One or two cinnabar~"

……

The guests came to the door one after another, each of them was a paper figure, and the degree of realism was much more realistic than when Li Jia caught the hyena corpse before. There are all kinds of dresses, some are dressed as farmers, some are dressed as officials, some are dressed as talented literati, and some are similar to the first sister of Yihong Mansion.

The expressions are not uniform, some cry, some laugh, some gloat, some stare at the beads and so on, and some don't know why they are here!

But what they are most consistent with is the pink blush on either side of the cheek raiser, which adds an extra layer of color to the monotonous scene. It's just that I, the only human being on the scene, only have a chill in my heart, who is not afraid when I see these things?

"Yo~Distinguished guest~ Why aren't you seated yet?"

After seeing that there were no more guests outside the door, the turtle slave came over and asked when he saw me standing alone between the tables on both sides.

At this time, I relieved myself and looked to the left and right, and found that the four tables were already full of paper figures, one table sat eight in a circle, and the display was orderly, and there were no more than one or one less, and there were seven people sitting at the table on my right.

Seeing that I didn't respond to him for a long time, the turtle slave in the hall changed suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched, the flesh on both sides of his cheeks retracted, and he grimaced and asked me viciously, "Why don't you sit down yet?"

"I'm going to sit down...... I'm going to take my seat. ”

I thought about it for a while, maybe a pig-killing knife couldn't kill so many paper people, and the big boss behind the scenes still didn't appear, so I simply walked to the table, but TM didn't have a chair, why should I sit? You can't float like a paper man.

Fortunately, I thought of a trick in a hurry, stood firmly on my legs, and barely made a horse step, which was roughly the same as other paper figures. The soul state is not too tired, and it can be supported.

The running turtle slave glanced at me with satisfaction and said, "Fully booked~ Serving!"

The paper man in the broken house heard the shouts of the turtle slaves in the hall, and began to carry a plate in order, and walked out with the plate in hand, and placed eight dishes on each table.

I was the first to put on the table, and when I saw this dish, I sat on the ground with a butt, and the first five dishes were braised scorpions, fried spiders, fried snake skins, drunken centipedes, and steamed toads. The last three dishes are raw wild goose meat, there are still hairs on the wild goose meat that have not been plucked clean, pure big dog leg bone sticks and turtle shells cut out of blood times hulaying.

it! What is this Nima? Do you paper figures like to play with these flowers? You can't eat!

After the dishes are served, the staple food begins to be served, and the staple food is much simpler, which is white ash, with an average of sixteen white ashes on a table. After the main dish, the wine came up, it was in the bottle of Snow Beer, I quietly took the bottle, lifted the cap of the bottle, and asked about the smell inside. Hey, it is estimated that this wine is the old burnt paper ash at the roadside street where the underground water is blistered, and the thief will bury it when you look at it.

After everything was placed, the turtle slave stood up straight, patted his chest, and happily commanded: "Play music!"

Then four more paper figures came out of the house, two with suona, one with a small round drum, and the last one with an erhu.

Then you watch, the suona plays "The Great Funeral", the small round drum beats the "March of the Volunteers", and the erhu happily and forgetfully plays "Horse Racing".

Now I understand why suona is the king of musical instruments, not to mention anything else, just the sound easily suppresses the other two musical instruments, if it is paired with four black people, it is definitely a grand and hilarious funeral for thieves. It's not good, you have to improvise a grave jump.

Unexpectedly, I just had the idea of jumping on the grave, and all the paper figures on the eight tables began to shake their heads together with the tone of the suona, and the amplitude almost shook the brain melon bags down, and several brain melon bags slammed into the round table, giving the forehead a dry depression.

I want to go with the flow, but it's enough to even choke on the horse step, let alone jump. Don't follow the crowd, the turtle slave in the hall looks at me from time to time, wishing I could show my stuffing, shake it, don't shake it.

Just when I was helpless, a half-man and a woman listened to a particularly sharp voice outside the door: "Bride, groom has arrived!"