The blind man said this vigorously, the guy spat and flew everywhere, and when it came to the scary place, he deliberately learned the sneer of the widow Wang in the coffin, not to mention that although they had not heard the widow Wang speak, this sneer was really a fucking bluff, and the peddler who listened to it had goosebumps all over his body, rubbed his arms and shrunk his neck and waited to listen to the following. But at this time, the situation changed a little, when the blind man finished saying this paragraph, he took a few mouthfuls of soup in the interval, but when he looked up, he found that only this vendor was still waiting to listen to the story with his eyes shining, and the seven brothers of the grave team were all puzzled, but how could they hear this effect when they heard a story? What are they looking for?

Naturally, the blind man will not understand, because the female paper man in red described in his mouth has been seen by a few brothers, and he has seen it several times. Lao Wu also suddenly remembered one thing, according to Li Huan, since the tablet left the underground of the tomb, it should have been hidden in the secret compartment under the counter of the bathhouse, and it should have never left the bathhouse, but these strange things have nothing to do with the black copper taro and sandalwood disease of this tablet, then this most reasonable explanation is gone, and the only thing left is the ghost-like female paper man, is it still doing tricks?

"Huh? Blind Jiang, how do you say that I feel like I've heard of this thing somewhere, hey no, I seem to have seen it somewhere! Don't make any noise later! Like, it seems to be" Hu Dabian frowned and seemed to think of something, but he never remembered what was going on, and was struggling to turn his mind when he heard the fourth child whispering next to him: "Of course you have seen the scene in this story, you forgot that when we went to do white things, we kept a vigil at night, wasn't the red-clothed paper man in the courtyard?" ”

Hu Dawei suddenly realized when the fourth child said this, and patted his legs and shouted: "Hey! Hey, it! Jiang Blind man, what did you say, this is what happened to us? You must have adapted it yourself after listening to someone who said it! No, this story is mine, since I've told it all to you. You've got to give me some money! It doesn't take much, just give one point for the number of words you just said! Hurry up for the money! ”

The blind man opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment, and then asked him a little strangely: "No! You're robbing! Besides, this is something I have encountered back then, although I was not in the widow's house that night, but afterwards I listened to Na Futian, this man never told nonsense, and what he said must have happened. That's right. ”

The peddler finally interjected at this time, and said to the blind man: "Uncle! Do you know that damn man? Ah! He didn't let the widow strangle her? How did you leave that night? ”

Blind Langzhong really didn't see that there was something wrong with his brother's reaction this time, and when he saw that someone still wanted to hear the story, he was also happy to say it, so he continued to talk about a series of strange things that happened after the death of the widow Wang.

All the people who kept the vigil that night ran away, and one by one they came home trembling with fright, and chattering about what the king's widow had come to life to take their lives, and some of the timid ones even ran out of their crotches. In fact, it is no wonder that they were timid, and the situation at that time was turbulent. Demons, monsters, warlords, and rogue are rampant, and most of the folk tales we are talking about now are from the Republic of China to a period of time after the liberation, and there are many strange things in this period. If the stories at that time could be written in a book, it would also be a Republic of China version of Talking about Zhai Strange Aspirations. It is all said that the people of the time were too superstitious. This first delusion and then belief, everything is afraid of a letter word, if you believe it, it is purely yourself to scare yourself, people are scared to death.

Fu Tianyi looked down and saw that in the coffin that did not close the lid of the coffin lay the paper figure that he threw out, upright, just like the dead man. But he smiled slightly, and his eyes could still look at him. This frightened him so much that his hair exploded, and he howled a few times and then retreated to the wall, his back against the wall, and his whole body trembled as a sieve to shake the rice husk. At this time, Futian secretly scolded those beasts for running away by themselves, and didn't even call him. It hurt him to see things he shouldn't see, and at this point he felt that it was too late to run.

At this time, the courtyard gate suddenly moved slowly, and there was no wind, it was completely pushed open by some external force. Fu Tian looked at the coffin tremblingly and didn't dare to move, and suddenly there was a creaking sound of the courtyard door opening, which made people feel goosebumps in the middle of the night.

Futian couldn't see the movement of the outer door against the wall, and when it was dark, he could vaguely see the coffin and the half-wooden door in the courtyard. Originally, he was almost frightened by the paper man in the coffin, and he was looking for the widow Wang in the courtyard with his eyes rolling, he was most afraid of the widow Wang running out of which tooth and claw at this time, but the door opened but made him react a little, he felt that it might be the person who ran out came back, and turned back to see the situation.

Thinking of this Futian, he was a little excited to move to the door against the wall, trying to keep the farthest distance from the coffin, his feet kept moving the clothes on his back against the rough wall and made a rustling sound, and when he finally moved to the door, he reached out and held the half-open wooden door, hesitated several times before looking up to take a look, and quickly retracted back against the wall, there was no one outside, and quietly there was no living spirit except him.

Futian closed his eyes and swallowed his saliva, and asked tremblingly: "Is there anyone?" As he thought, no one answered, but the wooden door in his hand was unusually dry, and it felt like it was windy, and if it didn't push it hard, how did it open just now? It's not pushed open from the outside, is it possible that it is pulled open from the inside?

The more he thought about it, the more afraid he was that it was best to leave quickly at this time, no matter what was going on in the coffin, anyway, he didn't see where the widow was hiding now, so he rushed out directly with his head covered. Thinking so in his heart, Futian's legs were very sore, but he didn't dare to hesitate to raise his legs and rush out of this half-open small door, but before the front legs were sold, he suddenly found a touch of red in the corner of his eyes, Futian stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head back to the courtyard, and actually saw the paper man lying in the coffin actually sat up, and the red clothes could be seen vaguely in the night of the black Bulongdong, and the big white face. didn't wait for Futian to be afraid, and suddenly saw that the paper man suddenly turned his face to him, and a strange smile cracked on his stiff face, this appearance was clearly the widow of the king, how could she still become a paper man? (To be continued......)