At the age of nearly 70, the Holy Hand King gradually lost his former energy, and he began to focus on teaching his two apprentices.

In his spare time, it is inevitable that his hands are itchy, and he watched other people's families enjoy the joy of family, and he began to tie up a new paper figure with his heart under the ups and downs of his heart.

And gave the 7- and 8-year-old paper figure a name: Xiao Tong.

With comfort in his heart, he felt that he was much younger, and whenever he had free time, he would talk to the child, and when he tied the paper man at night, he would teach the child as if he were his own grandson.

Old and young, when people are old, they will inevitably have some strange tempers.

After having a child, sometimes even the apprentice's advice seems impatient, and even scolds, no matter how you think about it, I feel that the child who is never noisy is more kind, and it is naturally better for this little paper man.

The eldest apprentice is honest by nature, and although he occasionally feels that he can't cry or laugh, he understands the master's mood very well. However, the younger second apprentice gradually became a little dissatisfied.

As time passed, the Holy Hand King finally grew old enough to sit on the chaise longue and drool, talking nonsense within the child's ability. The eldest apprentice took care of him carefully, but as he got older, he began to be unable to do it, so he discussed with the second apprentice the master's pension problem.

But he didn't expect that the second apprentice, who thought that the master was hiding his secrets, once peeked at the master at night, and inadvertently found that under the master's teaching, the little boy really moved.

This time it was confirmed that the master was hiding his secrets, and with the few words he occasionally heard, he began to do experiments on his own, wanting to make an active paper figure and gain fame and fortune.

The heart is full of resentment and fame, where is there still a place for a master.

After confirming that the master was no longer good, he simply took advantage of the lack of attention and tried to steal the child.

The act of stealing the child was discovered by the Holy Hand King, and the angry senior brother taught him a hard lesson, and the second apprentice was ruthless, so he simply opened a new store under the banner of the Holy Hand King opposite the old store.

The child was stolen, a new store opened, and the Holy Hand King died in a fit of rage.

The eldest apprentice and the second apprentice began a-for-tat confrontation door to door. It's a pity that the eldest apprentice is also a 5 or 60-year-old person after all, where is the opponent of the second apprentice who is in the prime of life and can speak well.

Coupled with overhearing the words of the Holy Hand King, the second apprentice didn't know how to get it, but he actually learned to seal the remnants of the human soul in the paper figure, and his paper figure was lifelike with a trace of popularity.

The big apprentice is also brainless, he feels that the business is not good because his own craftsmanship is not at home, and he is dedicated to studying his craft, and gradually, everyone only knows that the second apprentice's shop is the store of the Holy Hand King.

After briefly telling the story of the Holy Hand King, the paper man, that is, the little boy, cried again.

Ling Tian opened his mouth wide and asked strangely, "In that case, why didn't the second apprentice come to destroy you in person, but call me over?" ”

"The blood spurted out by Dad was sprayed right on Xiao Tong's face, and Xiao Tong became very powerful." Xiao Tong pointed to the blush on his face: "Xiao Tong knows that Dad wants me to help him take revenge, but, but I don't dare, uncle, isn't Xiao Tong useless?" ”

"Don't call me uncle, I'm not that old, and I'm not qualified to be the same age as the Holy Hand King."

Xiao Tong obediently called out to his brother, and then looked at Ling Tian pitifully, his eyes full of begging.

Ling Tian knew what he meant, but he couldn't do anything about it, dealing with people and dealing with ghosts were completely different things.

The light in the child's eyes gradually faded, and he said sadly: "When the senior brother dies, I will go to accompany my father." ”

As soon as the words fell, there were a few strange noises coming from the roller shutter door at the door, and Ling Tian walked out to take a look, only to see several paper figures standing in the neat storefront aisle, looking at Ling Tian motionless one by one.

Behind the paper man, a big red coffin without a coffin lid was placed horizontally at the door, and the second apprentice who pretended to be the Holy Hand King was playing with a lighter, looking at the room with a sinister smile.

"Hehe, do you want her to be burned or ...... Destroy that paper man? ”

When Ling Tian heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Tong and replied, "Do you dare to kill someone?" ”

"Killing, no, no, I'm a good person, how can I kill someone."

As he spoke, he threw the lighter away.

Ling Tian didn't have time to be happy, he directly brushed those paper figures, raised his hands neatly, and each paper figure had a lighter in his hand.

He didn't dare to bet on how the paper man would light the lighter, and hesitated for a while.

The second apprentice smiled: "You only have 3 minutes." ”

As he spoke, he walked out directly from the gap, and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

A few paper figures turned around, and their hands, which looked like they were broken, pulled the iron sheet of the roller shutter back into place little by little.

Ling Tian couldn't be surprised, at this time he was caught in a dilemma.

Xiao Tong stood behind him, his white paper hand pulling the corner of his clothes: "Brother, kill me." ”

The little face was full of fear, but he closed his eyes and made a generous appearance, which made Ling Tian even more hesitant.

A paper figure dressed in a red floral paper coat slammed the lighter and walked towards the coffin.

Ling Tian's heart trembled, and he said, "Wait." ”

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he looked back at Xiao Tong and pretended to be hesitant, but quietly turned to the side and whispered, "Xiao Tong, can you beat them?" ”

"Small, the child doesn't dare."

Ling Tian almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, when was this.

Thinking of this, he directly picked up the little boy and threw it towards the coffin: "You burn him." ”

"Ah......h

The boy danced in the air and cried, screaming even more terrible than when he had been beaten just now.

The sound spread visibly to the surrounding area, causing the flames in the hands of those paper figures to start shaking incessantly.

But unfortunately, not a single fire was extinguished.

This kind of action made the paper people a little stunned, and it was not until the child was about to approach the coffin that he threw the lighter in his hand into the coffin.

The second apprentice didn't dare to make a move himself, and he didn't pour gasoline or anything like that into the coffin, and although the lighter fell on the coffin, it was extinguished by the falling boy.

For a moment, the whole store fell silent.

Thinking of the paper figure who was not afraid of fire in his aunt's house, Ling Tian had an idea: "Little boy, climb on my aunt." ”

As soon as the words fell, all the lighters in the paper man's hands were thrown into the coffin, most of them fell on the child's body and extinguished, but a small part still fell into the coffin, and the flames suddenly ignited.

"Boy, move."

The child was stunned for a moment, but soon understood, and writhed in the coffin as he learned to swim, extinguishing the flames one by one.

Ling Tongyu was not in danger for the time being, and Ling Tian didn't dare to delay, the few screams gathered in his fist, and he quickly rushed towards the nearest paper man, and punched him hard.

The flickering fist hit the paper man's face, the paper man obviously did not have a child to resist the beating, the face made of paper and bamboo strips was suddenly sunken, and in the sound of the bamboo strips cracking, the whole head was beaten into 180 degrees, the neck was twisted together, and the head that lacked support was directly drooped down.