Walking out of the shop, Ling Tian was in a trance, his figure almost fell for a moment, and when he stood firmly, he found that his surroundings had recovered and changed back to that familiar street.

The door of the shop behind him was closed, and there was not a single light coming through, as if everything just now was just his illusion.

"Auntie."

With a light cry of worry, Ling Tian turned his gaze to the other side, he still trusted the Holy Hand King's words.

I don't know if I'm worried that he won't be able to get in, but a gap has been pried open on the right side of the roller shutter door of the opposite store, which can be used for people to enter sideways.

The aunt was still in the other party's hands, so naturally he didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly entered the store.

This is also a funeral supply store, unlike other stores that want to put everything on the table and fill the entire space.

Although several rows of shelves are full of things, there is a wide aisle in the middle, and the things are neatly organized and classified, giving people the illusion of visiting a supermarket.

Holding his mobile phone for lighting, he casually swept around, and then focused on the paper figure placed against the wall.

A row of paper figures stood against the wall, looking a little mad under the light, looking over one by one, Ling Tian said to himself strangely: "This craft is also very good." ”

He wasn't talking nonsense, these paper figures looked as delicate as those in the Holy Hand King's shop, but they didn't have the illusion of seeing a living person.

Curious, he observed more carefully, and even faintly felt in his heart that the paper figures in this shop were better than those of the Holy Hand King.

"Forget it, let's get down to business."

Shaking his head, leaving his strange thoughts behind, Ling Tian began to look for a child-like paper figure in the store.

However, after turning around the store a few times, I didn't see any child-like paper figures, so I had no choice but to walk through the counter to the depths of the store.

Old-fashioned storefronts are so deep that many people will separate the back from the utility room, bedroom, bathroom or even kitchen.

He can only pray now that no one will sleep in the back, after all, he is not a professional thief.

When he saw the scene in the cubicle, he immediately regretted it, even if there was a group of people sleeping inside.

The small cubicle is divided into two areas, one side is stacked with various materials of the paper tie figure, and on the other side is a huge workbench, on which the paper figure who has completed the upper body is lying with a smile on his face.

And the lower body of the paper figure is rapidly forming under a pair of dexterous little hands.

The sound of friction between paper and paper kept ringing in the room, rustling, rustling, and Ling Tian's heart chilled when he heard it.

The paper man is still a paper man.

A paper figure that looks like an eight- or nine-year-old child.

Hearing the sound of Ling Tian's heavy breathing, the paper figure slowly turned his head, his delicate facial features seemed to be no different from a real person in the not-so-bright light. The two bright red blushes on the little face looked as if they had been smeared with blood.

Its body didn't move, its hands were still tied to the paper figure, but its head was turned 180 degrees, looking at the person behind it.

Ling Tian scolded his mother for a while, are the paper people on this funeral street all alive, not to mention the Holy Hand King's shop, now if you enter a shop casually, you can see such a strange scene.

However, the aunt was still saved, and Ling Tian carefully picked up the bamboo strip next to him: "Go and die." ”

As soon as the words fell, a bamboo stick hit the paper man.

The thin paper simply can't withstand such a force, I thought that the paper man would either dodge or be broken directly, who knew that the bamboo stick fell on the paper man's body, and it made a muffled sound of "pop".

The expression on the paper man's face was very vivid, and after being slightly stunned, the eyes and mouth bent out of a painful arc as in the comics, and then burst into tears.

The crying was exactly the same as that of a child who had been beaten, which made Ling Tian feel a sense of guilt.

Gritting his teeth, the bamboo strip in his hand was raised again, and he hit the paper figure fiercely.

This time the paper figure finally began to dodge, stood up from its chair, and ran to the side, but its movements were really not fast, and the bamboo stick hit it again.

For a moment, the crying was louder.

One person and one paper person, two chased and fled in the narrow cubicle and chased each other.

It's just that the cubicle is too small, where can the paper man hide, he was beaten by the bamboo stick and screamed again and again, and by the time Ling Tian gasped and stopped, the paper man's voice was already crying hoarsely, and he shrunk into a ball by the workbench, sobbing like a hiccup.

"Damn, it's the same as actually hitting a child." Ling Tian scolded, he really couldn't do it.

The paper man didn't show any ability except to dodge, and the miserable cry made him feel like he was hitting a real person.

The fear in his heart was dispelled without a trace by the performance of the paper man, looking at the undamaged paper man, Ling Tian took the bamboo stick and pointed and said, "How can I destroy you?" If you don't want to be beaten again, just tell me honestly. ”

The paper man was frightened by his movements, and the whole person shrank into a ball, and the sobs kept ringing out, but he did not answer.

Ling Tian stood up and was about to step forward, when the paper man burst into tears again.

"Daddy, daddy save me, daddy save me."

The voice was called a desolation.

"Smack."

"Shut up." The bamboo sticks hit the workbench heavily, and Ling Tian said with a cold face: "Cry again!" Are you a paper man and a dad? Who is your dad? There's a kind of telling him to come out. ”

Afraid of being beaten again, the paper man hurriedly stopped screaming and sobbed: "I, my father is the Holy Hand King, he, he can't get out, woo woo." ”

"Huh?"

Ling Tian was dumbfounded, looking the paper figure up and down for a long time, his mind was a mess.

The Holy Hand King asked him to destroy his own child?

What's the plot?

Strange in his heart, he couldn't help but ask aloud: "The Holy Hand King is your father?" Then why are you here, not in the Holy Hand King's shop? ”

The paper man tilted his head and looked at Ling Tian stupidly: "This is Dad's shop." ”

"Isn't the Holy Hand King's shop on the other side?"

Speaking of the other side, the paper man seemed to remember something terrible, and forgot to cry for a while.

"yes, ...... on the other side."

"yes, on the other side."

The paper man was shocked, and said tremblingly: "There are bad people on the other side, they killed Dad, wow......." ”

The paper man cried again, but what he said made Ling Tian even more dazed.

He waved the note, rudely stopped the paper man's crying, and under some coercion, the paper man sobbed and talked about his own business intermittently.

A superb craftsman must first love his career and have the spirit of craftsmanship to keep improving.

The King of the Holy Hand is such a man.

For him, the paper-binding man is much more than just a breadwinner.

After relying on this craft to provide food and clothing, he began to study further.

Research how to make paper figures more vivid and realistic. And on this road, I have walked for a lifetime.