"Then let's go to Leng Bingyue's house again?" I looked at the darkening sky, and I was a little entangled in whether to go back and talk to Lu Xueyao.

He Dajun may have seen what I was thinking, and said, "Let's go directly, don't worry about Xue Yao." ”

I answered, and took the subway with He Dajun again to the gate of the community in Leng Bingyue.

By the time I got downstairs to her house, it was completely dark.

Looking up at the window of Leng Bingyue's house, I suddenly felt cold all over my body, and I swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

"What, scared?" He Dajun didn't know when he lit another cigarette and asked with his beard.

I smiled, took a deep breath and said, "What else do I have to be afraid of with you, by the way, smoke less, I didn't find you so addicted to smoking before." ”

He Dajun took the cigarette in his hand and looked at it, smiled wryly and said melancholy: "Don't talk nonsense, go up, as for this smoke...... Smoke one less one. ”

After speaking, he directly smoked the cigarette in one breath, only a cigarette butt was left, and after stepping on it, he walked into the unit door with his hands in his pockets.

I wondered how he had suddenly become so sentimental, and that people had already followed him to the elevator.

The elevator stopped steadily on the ninth floor, and as soon as the door opened, it was pitch black in front of me.

He Dajun frowned and muttered, "Is the lamp broken?" It's a good time to be bad. ”

As soon as the words fell, the lights in the elevator flashed twice very 'appropriately', and then completely extinguished.

"I'll go, a bad omen." I tried to close my eyes and get them used to the darkness as quickly as possible.

He Dajun patted me, and said to me as he walked towards 901: "Don't crow's mouth, even if it's a terrible omen, we have to go inside." ”

I laughed bitterly twice, subconsciously pulled out the medicine pestle with my backhand, and cautiously followed behind him.

Fortunately, the weather was not bad tonight, and I could barely see the road under my feet by the moonlight, but the uneasiness in my heart became more and more intense as I approached the door of the cold moon.

'All the way safely' to the door of 901, He Dajun took out two silver needles with a look of indifference, and stabbed them directly into the keyhole without thinking.

I saw him tinker back and forth with his hands a few times, and the door lock opened with a 'click'.

A faint light came out of the crack in the door, but I always felt that there was such an evil nature in this light.

Chirping......

The door was slowly pushed open by He Dajun, and there was a piercing grinding sound.

Coupled with the dim light coming out of the room, it was particularly eerie in this silent building, and the roots of people's teeth couldn't help but be a little sour.

The door was halfway open, but he was in front of me, and I couldn't see it inside.

Gollum ......

He Dajun was clearly heard swallowing a mouthful of saliva, followed by his heavy gasp.

Subconsciously looking down, I found that He Dajun's legs and stomach were trembling unconsciously.

I carefully pulled the corner of his coat and asked softly, "Big ...... Uncle Dajun, inside...... What's wrong? ”

After waiting for a few seconds, He Dajun still didn't reply to me, my heart suddenly tightened, I didn't think about anything, and kicked the door open.

"Uncle Dajun, you didn't ...... Uh......"

Before the word 'thing' could be spoken, a breath instantly blocked my throat, and my eyes were directly black.

This is...... What's the situation?

In the living room, in the direction we were facing three lifelike paper figures of the same size as a real person.

In front of each paper figure, a miserable white candle was burned.

The flickering candlelight was reflected on the white linen paper, pulling out three dark shadows.

The corners of the paper men's mouths curved upward, reaching the base of their ears, and the location of their eyes was constantly dripping with scarlet blood......

"Live...... The living paper sacrifice ......" He Dajun finally opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse and trembling and completely changed.

I looked at the eerie scene in front of me, swallowed my saliva with difficulty, and asked, "Uncle Dajun, what...... What kind of paper sacrifice for a living person? ”

"Damn, come in quickly, don't put out the candle!" He Dajun immediately returned to his usual seriousness, but still didn't answer my words, just walked in lightly and shouted at me in a low voice.

How dare I be stunned, I stepped over the threshold in response, and gently prepared to close the door with my hand.

I don't know if it's my fate, or if God is deliberately against me.

Just as the door was about to close, a gust of wind suddenly blew on the flat ground, causing me to instinctively close my eyes.

I reacted immediately, and I couldn't care much about it, so I slammed the door with a bang.

"It's broken!" He Dajun slapped his thigh and said urgently.

My mind suddenly 'buzzed', and I hurriedly turned my head to look at the candle.

I saw that the flames of the three candles were swayed by the wind just now, and two of them even faintly emitted a puff of white smoke.

Although I don't know what the consequences of extinguishing the candle will be, looking at the nervous look on He Dajun's face that I have never felt before, even if I use my buttocks, I can think of the consequences...... I'm afraid even he can't afford it.

Fortunately, the flame lingered on the verge of extinguishing for a while, and finally continued to burn tenaciously.

He Dajun and I breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time, and the two glanced at each other, both of whom reached out to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads.

"Uncle Dajun, can you tell me what this living paper sacrifice is now?"

Perhaps my nerves were a little too sensitive by the wind, and I even spoke as low as a mosquito, for fear that the wind from my mouth would blow out the candles, even though I was still far from them.

He Dajun let out a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette and said to me: "It's okay, the doors and windows have been closed, as long as we move a little smaller, there should be no accidents." ”

Hearing him say this, my tense nerves instantly relaxed, patted my chest and said, "Damn, I'm scared to death." ”

He Dajun took a puff of cigarette and explained to me: "The paper sacrifice of the living is to treat the living person as a sacrifice, and to sacrifice the paper person who was originally a sacrifice. In short, the identities of living people and paper people are reversed. ”

He Dajun's brows furrowed into a pimple, staring at the three paper figures in front of him and continuing: "After the sacrificial ceremony is completed, the living person will completely merge with the paper person and become a new 'person'.

And this 'newcomer' is exactly the same as the previous living sacrifice in terms of personality, appearance, voice, and so on, as if it was a clone.

But there is only one difference, and that is that this 'newcomer' will completely and unconditionally obey the orders of the person who performs this ritual. ”

"This ...... Actually, there is such a sacrificial ritual? "At this time, I only felt that my mouth was a little uneasy, and my whole brain became chaotic.

He Dajun said in a deep voice: "I also heard Leng Bingyue mention it once in a while, don't say you and me, even she herself thought it was just a legend, but she didn't expect ......"

"What about Zhong Qi and the others?" I looked at the bedroom and other places, but I didn't see the other three, and asked puzzled.

He Dajun squinted his eyes slightly, pointed to the three paper figures in front of him and said coldly: "If you guess correctly, they should be in this paper man." ”