Ling Tongyu and Ling Tian finally sat down calmly.

After all, the matter was already very clear, Ling Tongyu did not scold the Holy Hand King, but he did something that made all the craftsmen sad, that is, he kneaded his work and threw it into the trash.

Finding the root of the problem, the two began to shirk their responsibilities, there was no way, Ling Tian couldn't afford to pay for the clothes in the wardrobe.

But it is clear that it is useless to try to reason with a strong woman.

With tears in his eyes, he humiliated himself and took out his savings, and the topic finally returned to the topic.

After analyzing the two, it seems that there are only two ways to go, one is to be tough, and the other is to apologize. As for the discarded funeral supplies, they have long been collected by hard-working sanitation workers.

On this point, the two people had a disagreement, the fierce Ling Tongyu chose to be tough, the only requirement was to live here with Ling Tian, anyway, it was not his own to be burned again.

And Ling Tian was inclined to apologize, there was no way, fortunately, it was not easy to earn a little money, and he couldn't just be ruined.

Neither of the two could convince anyone, and it was already dark when they were noisy.

Ling Tongyu yawned: "I'll go to sleep first, I want to apologize and you go by yourself, but what if something happens to me with you?" Hehe. ”

Watching Ling Tongyu walk into the bedroom, Ling Tian wanted to die, but he didn't dare to leave the travel agency. I can only sit in a chair and wait for the paper man, maybe we can talk.

As the night grew darker, Ling Tian, who had nothing to do, dozed off, and seemed to hear the sound of the door opening in a daze.

I glanced up, but found that the door was closed, and I was about to continue to sleep, when my nose twitched a few times, and a strange smell of burning paper entered my nasal cavity.

The strings in his heart tightened suddenly, and he stood up and looked around vigilantly, and suddenly saw a person standing behind him in the reflection of the glass door.

Shocked, he hurriedly turned around, only to see a paper man in a blue paper coat standing silently behind him.

The paper white face is painted with delicate facial features, and it feels like seeing a living person, but the blush on the paper man's face is too gorgeous, which makes people a little dramatic.

It was the first time for Ling Tian to look at the paper figure so closely, and he had to marvel at the craftsmanship of the Holy Hand King, and a few teeth could still be seen in the slightly open mouth of the paper man.

The two looked at each other for a long time before he tried to speak: "What happened yesterday is indeed our fault, we are willing to go to the tomb of the old man of the Holy Hand King to apologize, do you think we will forgive?" ”

The paper figure did not react, and slowly floated backwards, disappearing into the wall.

Ling Tian was overjoyed in his heart, but before he had time to celebrate, he was stunned when he saw the door outside the door.

Ling Tongyu, who was obviously in the bedroom, was walking slowly in front of the door, she stretched out one hand weakly forward, with a red rope tied to her wrist, the red rope extended forward, and the other end was tied to the wrist of the paper man.

The paper figure fluttering out of thin air just led her forward.

"Damn."

Ling Tian cursed, hurriedly opened the door and chased out.

Ling Tongyu's movements were very slow, but the speed was strangely fast, Ling Tian chased for a long time without shortening the distance between them, and he saw that he had arrived at the funeral street.

As soon as the paper man took Ling Tongyu and stepped into the erected archway, he disappeared in an instant.

Ling Tian gasped and slowed down, his face becoming solemn.

It's not yet one o'clock in the morning, but all the houses along the way are closed, and none of the lights are on.

The entire funeral street has changed its appearance, there is no trace of modernity, there are low brick houses everywhere, and there seem to be countless people peeking through the cracks of the wooden shop doors.

The mist was filled, and mourning music came from all directions, faintly mixed with crying.

"It's a big deal."

Ling Tian slowly walked towards the Holy Hand King's funeral shop, there was no need to remember at all, only the shop in the entire street was glowing with orange lights, and under the light, a long shadow stretched from the shop to the bluestone paved road.

Just as he was about to walk to the door of the store, he suddenly felt that his sleeve was being pulled, and when he looked back, his shadow was pulling the sleeve of his other hand with one hand.

"You're telling me not to go over?" Ling Tian guessed, and then showed a wry smile: "I don't want to go over either, isn't there no way?" ”

Walking forward, the scene in the shop appeared in front of him.

In the small storefront is a large red coffin with the lid leaning to the side. A pair of white candles were lit in front of the coffin, and the flame kept shaking.

Two paper figures, a man and a woman, knelt on the ground, constantly adding paper money to the brazier in front of the white candle, and the pale green flame burned brightly.

Unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ling Tian took two steps forward, and as soon as he walked to the door, the paper figure standing on the side floated in front of him and handed over three sticks of incense.

"Guest, please incense."

Ling Tian glanced at the paper figure, ignored it, and walked again, and soon saw Ling Tongyu lying in the coffin with wide eyes, his eyes were full of anxiety, and there was a faint trace of fear that had never appeared.

"Let my aunt go."

Ling Tian spoke coldly, and the paper man holding the incense followed him, and held the incense up again: "Guest, please put on the incense." ”

"Fuck you, uncle." Taking out the Divine Attack Talisman that had already been prepared, Ling Tian said coldly: "I respect the Old Man of the Holy Hand King very much, don't force me to destroy this place." ”

The Divine Attack Talisman is not a weapon to pretend to be a sharp weapon, although it has not yet been activated, but a golden halo began to spread outward, and a terrifying power seeped out from the rune paper.

It was as if the dragon vein had reappeared, full of divine might.

The paper figure still wore the painted smile, but the movement stopped, as if thinking about something.

"Woo-woo-woo......."

The cry suddenly became louder, the miserable green flames in the brazier burned wildly, and the lid of the coffin that was set aside began to shake on its own, and for a moment it seemed as if the whole room came to life.

"We did something wrong, but we are also willing to apologize to the old man of the Holy Hand King, if you have to do it, I am not afraid of you, hum, I don't know who will kill the deer."

As soon as the words came out, the surroundings suddenly returned to their original calm, and an old sigh sounded.

Turning his head, an old man in a black shroud appeared in front of the coffin at some point, and shook his head with his hand caressing the edge of the coffin.

"It's normal for young people to do wrong things, and I forgive you."

"The Holy Hand King?" The old man Ling Tianjian nodded, and hurriedly bowed, "Old man, I'm sorry, my little aunt has been ...... since she was a child. ”

The Holy Hand King interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Although I have forgiven you, ...... You've ruined my reputation after all. So there is still some punishment. ”

"Huh? You say. ”

A smile appeared on the Holy Hand King's face, and he pointed to the opposite side: "There is a shop there that specializes in making shoddy things to ruin the reputation of our industry, especially the paper man who also made a child, how can you make a child into a paper man, you go and destroy the paper man, and this matter is over." ”

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, and inexplicably felt that it was wrong to be a child's paper figure, so he couldn't help but nod his head and agree.