Unexpectedly.......

It's exactly the same as the paper figure of the goddess of Guihua two days ago!

"Ahh

Fang Ya was caught off guard by this scene and screamed in fright. I don't know why, looking at Guihua's appearance at this moment, there is always an inexplicable panic and fear.

Wrong.

The eldest lady of her dignified family!

How can you be afraid of a waste who has no power and no power, and whose legs are disabled?

"What are you doing?" Fang Ya eased her emotions, stared at Guihua in the middle of the alley with an unkind gaze, and said in a somewhat sharp tone: "Take a handful of yellow paper here at night." ”

"I don't know, I thought you burned incense for your family!"

"How can you cut such an obscure thing as a paper-cutting man?"

Whether in the countryside or in the city.

Yellow paper is a taboo thing, it is something that has a relationship with 'yin' and 'dead people', normal people see it, and instinctively feel bad luck and dislike.

The girl in the wheelchair did not look up and did not make any sound.

Guihua quietly did what she was doing, and the moonlight in the early morning was just enough to envelop her. In this gloomy alley, Fang Ya could see Guihua's movements clearly.

"I'm talking to you, you're dumb?!"

Seeing Guihua, he didn't answer all the time, and there was no reaction.

Fang Ya wanted to back down.

But at this time, the girl who lowered her head and didn't say a word suddenly spoke up, and her usually calm and indifferent voice sounded a little dead at this time: "Want a ring? ”

Right!

I almost forgot what Sheng Qingqing told me.

In addition to keeping an eye on where Guihua has been, there is also a ring......

"What are you doing with yellow paper?"

After hearing Guihua's words, Fang Ya didn't panic so much in her heart, she walked directly towards Guihua, reached out and grabbed the scissors in Guihua's hand and said, "Still a paper-cutting person?" ”

"Isn't this paper figure something that only the goddess of Guihua has? Why are you cutting this thing? ”

"Who do you want to scare?!"

Gui Hua placed his hands in front of him, his eyes calmly looking directly at Fang Ya, and he didn't say or do anything.

Current time: 23:59 on the 15th.

There are still sixty seconds left in the early morning of the 16th.

Fang Ya became angry when she saw Guihua ignoring herself, she looked around for a while, and made sure that there was no one, so she stretched out her foot and kicked Guihua's wheelchair: "Cripple." ”

"Aren't you very energetic when you go to class today?"

"You dare to steal Qingqing's technique to break the official website, you are so capable, so good at pretending, you are embarrassed to take away the quota set in the competition."

"Bang-"

As she spoke, Fang Ya raised her foot fiercely again.

While threatening in a cold voice, he was about to kick at Guihua's two pairs of legs: "Didn't you ask my name in the class before?" Isn't it that you can't get used to me wanting to hit me? Stand up and fight! ”

"Look at what I'm doing, aren't you pretty bullish......"

And yet—

The sharp insult in Fang Ya's mouth was not finished.

"Wow!"

The paper figure glowing with holy light held by Guihua in the palm of his hand suddenly broke away from Guihua's fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, the paper figure cut from yellow paper was suspended above Guihua's right shoulder.

And on paper!

A line of big red characters was clearly and clearly printed, dazzling and eye-catching, making Fang Ya, who was arrogant and domineering a second ago, directly freeze in place like thunder.

[At 00:00 o'clock on October 16th today, Fang Ya died]