It was pitch black, and the white-haired old man didn't light the lamp.

Without raising his head, he said, "You can't move around in this building at will, or the paper people will attack you." ”

"Really? But I was sleeping well in the house, why did the paper man knock on my door in the middle of the night? I said.

The white-haired old man stopped what he was doing and looked up at me: "What did you say?" Paper man knocking on your door? This is impossible, these paper figures only follow my instructions and do not do anything else. ”

"So I'm not here to ask you? That paper man didn't just knock on my door, he wanted my life, and it was lying in the hallway on the fourth floor right now! ”

I see how this old man pretends to be crazy and stupid!

He frowned and said, "Go up and have a look." ”

He stood up and walked up the stairs. Halfway through, he stopped, and looked at Ting Yun and the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes: "This matter has nothing to do with the two of you, go back to the room to rest, Xiaohua, send the two of you back." ”

There was a clicking sound, and I saw one of the paper people who had fallen apart stood up from the ground, moved his stiff legs, and slowly walked towards Ting Yun and the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Ting Yun showed a regretful expression, as if he was sighing that the show couldn't be watched.

Back on the fourth floor, the scrapped paper man was still in place, the fire on his body had been extinguished, and a large piece of paper had burned off on it.

I looked at the white-haired old man, and he had something else to say.

The white-haired old man frowned and walked up to the paper man: "This paper man is controlled by other people. ”

"Didn't you say that these paper figures only follow my orders?" I said.

This lie is too arbitrary, why didn't he say that the paper man himself went crazy?

The white-haired old man flipped through the scrapped paper piercing man, turned his burned body over, and uncovered the place where his back had not yet caught fire, and there was half a yellow talisman in the red paper coat. The white-haired old man stared at the rune paper, his face becoming solemn.

I took a few steps forward and looked at the half of the yellow talisman, and I couldn't tell what it was.

"This paper figure is being manipulated by this spell." The white-haired old man said.

It's true that the talisman is on it, but how do I know that he didn't put it on?

Seeing that I didn't believe it, the white-haired old man said: "You are the same door of the old man Ma, I won't hurt you, this spell won't appear for no reason, the paper figure of the yellow fu is very likely to be among the people who take over the business, you be careful yourself." ”

He said that he grabbed the scrapped paper figure and was about to leave.

"You keep saying that I am a fellow disciple of the old man Ma and will not hurt you, how do I know that what you say is true? It's true that these paper figures follow your instructions. I said.

The white-haired old man looked at me, took out a folded piece of talisman paper from his pocket, handed it to me, and motioned for me to open it and look at it.

I took the talisman paper and opened it, it was a talisman, the edge of the talisman paper had been a little worn, this talisman had been some years, and the hand that drew the talisman was drawn by the old man.

How could this old man have the talisman of the old man? It is impossible for the old man to give his enemy a talisman, could it be that the old man snatched it himself? Or did you get it by other means?

The white-haired old man took the charm back and said, "If that person intends to get along with you, he won't give up, so be careful yourself." ”

As he spoke, he was about to walk towards the top of the stairs.

"Wait, give me the rune paper from the paper man." I said.

The white-haired old man stopped and motioned for me to be casual.

I stepped forward a few steps, took the half of the yellow talisman off the back of the paper figure, and looked at the old man again.

The old man carried the scrapped paper figure and walked in the direction of the staircase, entered the stairwell, and disappeared.

I handed him half a yellow talisman and asked him if he recognized it.

He thought for a moment and said, "It's a manipulation spell. ”

"Does this spell have anything to do with the Paper Piercing Man?" I said

Tu E thought for a moment and pondered the wording: "The paper man is controlled by a wisp of remnant soul attached to his body, and the technique of this spell is different from it. ”

In other words, this thing did not exist in the first place, and was added later. Is it really like the white-haired old man said, someone else is targeting me? If you want to say that you can't get along with me, there is really one among the people who take over the business - Yun Mutian! Whether it's him or the three-headed snake in his body, if he wants to harm me, he is the most likely person in the group. Could it really be that guy's hands and feet?

The white-haired old man's words can't be trusted, if the old man really has something to do with the old man, since he can get the old man's talisman, it is not difficult to get a manipulation charm from other people. It's hard to guarantee that he didn't direct and act it himself.

But as the white-haired old man said, if someone really wants to get along with me, they won't give up, and things will come later, so you have to be careful this time.

The next day, near the afternoon, Qiu Yitong appeared. However, it was dark in the building, and the change of sky could not be seen, and the passage of time could only be expressed by the clock on the mobile phone.

Qiu Yitong told us that the situation was a bit troublesome, and after finding that the yellow charm was broken last night, they went to check it again and found that there was not only one coffin, but also the yellow charm on the other coffins were more or less slightly damaged. Of course, they don't look closer, but through aerial photography, telescopes, and the like. But to be sure, these damages were not there at the time of the previous photoshoot.

Walking out of the building, the bright sun shone on my face, and the feeling of seeing the light of day again made me feel very intimate.

Several cars stopped on the side of the road, sat on the cars, started and moved forward.

We were originally here for Qiu Fengyu, but so far, we haven't even seen Qiu Fengyu's face. I don't know what happened to those coffins.

The car turned off the avenue and drove towards a secluded concrete road, and after driving for a long time, it made several turns along the way, and finally stopped at the edge of a village.

When I got out of the car, I saw that the village was separated by a road on the opposite side of a dug wasteland, and a large area was enclosed with colored steel plates in the center of the wasteland, and there were a few people guarding the edge of the wasteland. That's where the eight coffins were.

"The temple was supposed to be built here, but something strange happened when the construction started." Qiu Yitong said.

The people here believe in the god of the land, and each village will build a special land temple, and the village wants to rebuild a spacious and decent new temple after years of life. As soon as the old temple was poured down and the ground was leveled, strange things happened one after another. After twelve o'clock in the morning, people often hear all kinds of noises here, including crying, talking, toiling, roosters and dogs, and the mooing of old cows.