I said to Zhang Yuan in disappointment: "Things are not easy to handle, no one knows where Li Xiaoxing's family lives." "

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "It's not that they don't know the truth, it's just that they don't want to say it." "

I looked at him with some suspicion: "How do you know that they don't want to say it?" "

Zhang Yuan pointed to the passers-by and said, "When you asked them just now, their faces were full of disgust. seems to be disgusted with Li Xiaoxing's family. "

I nodded, "I didn't notice that." However, in the past few years of college, Li Xiaoxing has not been home much, which may have something to do with their family's unpopularity. Hey, don't care what the reason is, we can't find Li Xiaoxing at all now, how can we save people? "

Zhang Yuan looked at the paper shop: "There are strange things in this store, no matter where Li Xiaoxing's house is, let's go to the store first." "

I looked at the roller shutter of the paper shop, and then at the pedestrians who seemed to be coming and going, and couldn't help but remind, "Master, it's not dark yet, and if you kick it down, others will treat us both as robbers." "

Zhang Yuan smiled slightly, slowly walked to the roller shutter, then reached out and grabbed the handle, let out a low breath in his mouth, and made a crisp sound when he got the roller shutter, and then was pulled up completely.

The lock spring was pulled off alive. This strength is really extraordinary.

Zhang Yuan walked to the paper shop, and said to himself: "A paper shop, is there still someone who comes to steal things?" It's so sneaky and locked, there must be something weird. "

The shop is not too big, it doesn't even have windows, it's still dusk on the street, and it's already night inside the store.

We fumbled for the light, and the bulb was very low, dusk, and by the light I saw stacks of paper money everywhere, stacked against the wall, and eager to pile them up on the roof.

I don't know what the road is for, but when I see these paper money, I have a vague feeling that I have entered the vault.

I followed Zhang Yuan around the paper shop.

Zhang Yuanyi sat on a chair in the center of the store and said to me: "Xu You, test your eyesight, take a look, what's wrong with this paper shop?" "

I said yes weakly, and began to look at it carefully, and then racked my brain to think, "What's wrong?" Yin and Yang Feng Shui? I don't know about that. Zhou Yi gossip? Master hasn't taught me either. "

I couldn't answer, and Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry, just closed his eyes slightly, leaned back in the chair and waited for me.

I was bored, so I pulled out the paper money and began to count the zeros on it, muttering "Something is wrong?" Could it be that there is still counterfeit money in this paper money? "

Just thinking about this, I caught a glimpse of a money detector on the table. I casually put a stack of paper money inside.

As soon as I pressed the switch, I didn't expect a sharp voice to come from the money detector: "Real money, real money, real money"

The sound frightened my scalp and I screamed and ducked backwards. knocked over the paper man and paper horse, and fell to the ground in a hurry.

And the money detector is still ringing tirelessly: "Real money, real money, real money"

I struggled up from the ground and shouted, "Master, let's hurry up." "

Before Zhang Yuan could speak, a head suddenly fell off my shoulder.

My god has not yet been settled, and I was so frightened by this human head that my soul suddenly flew away, and I almost urinated out.

I shivered and got up from the ground. Looking back, it turned out that the head of the person just now was from a paper man. I just fell and accidentally broke its head.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly saw the body of the paper man and froze.

Something is wrong with this paper man. No, it's a room full of paper people that are not right.

These paper figures are clothed!

Of course, no paper figure is bare-assed. But in any case, the clothes on the paper people are always painted or glued. And the paper people here are different, the clothes on their bodies are real shrouds, and they are worn one by one.

I took three steps and walked up to Zhang Yuan: "My master, don't sit still, old man. It's horrible here. "

Zhang Yuan glanced at me: "What's wrong?" Found something wrong? "

I nodded again and again: "Found it, found it." The paper figures here are all wearing shrouds. The money printing press here speaks. "

Zhang Yuan glanced at the paper man and the money printing machine, and actually smiled: "Apprentice, you are too bold." Paper people wear shrouds, it is estimated that it is more convenient to sell shrouds, which is like the clothes rack that the seller of clothes finds. As for the money printing machine, eighty percent of it is broken. "

I looked at those shrouds and couldn't help smacking my tongue: "Li Xiaoxing's family is too terrifying, no wonder he doesn't want to go home, who wants to come back." It's no wonder that he has nightmares every day, and it's no wonder that he doesn't have nightmares when he lives in this kind of place. "

Zhang Yuan pointed to a table in the corner: "Where is the wrong place." "

I followed Zhang Yuan's finger and looked over the table, leaning against the corner. There is an incense burner on it. A small bundle of incense was placed next to the incense burner. In front of the incense burner, it is neither Guan Gong nor the God of Wealth, but a small paper figure. A vivid, smiling paper figure.

Zhang Yuan walked over and looked at the incense ash in front of the paper man: "It's been a long time since I lit incense." "

After saying this, he looked at the paper shop, pulled out a set of shrouds from the paper man, and threw it to me: "Put it on." "

My boss was reluctant: "My grandmother said that it is unlucky for a living person to wear this." "

After hearing this, Zhang Yuan looked at me like a monster: "You have even eaten ghost rice, what kind of luck do you want at this time?" "

I thought for a while: "This also makes sense, so I divided five by two and put on the shroud." "

After I put on a shroud, Zhang Yuan also changed into a shroud. Then, he closed the door. On the offering table, he lit three sticks of incense and inserted them in the incense burner.

Then, Zhang Yuan turned off the light, took a handful of paper money in his hand, and began to burn them one by one.

I stood in the dark at a loss and watched him burn paper money. Then the fire of the paper money, suddenly, I found that the paper money in his hand was real money, red, with a human head printed. I rubbed my eyes, yes, real money.

I couldn't help but remind, "Master, this money"

Zhang Yuan looked back at me: "The two of us are wearing shrouds, and we have incense on this paper figure." Now your eyes should be able to see ghosts. So these paper money looks like real money. Don't panic, don't talk for a while, you just follow what I do. "

I nodded blankly, feeling a little nervous.

After a few seconds, there was a sudden knock on the door of the paper shop.

Zhang Yuan quickly threw the remaining paper money in the fire, then returned it and stood side by side with me.

Zhang Yuan didn't say a word, and I didn't dare to speak.

After a few seconds, my vision darkened and I noticed a person walking in.

The man was dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and his face was dry and lean. He bent over and stood in front of the offering table. First, he carefully smelled the three incense sticks, and showed a satisfied look on his face.

Then, with a grin, he showed a few sharp yellow teeth.

I watched all this dumbfounded, and I could guess without being reminded that it was a ghost.

The ghost sniffed for a moment, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed into the fire. Then, I saw a wad of money appear out of thin air in his palm.

He began to dip his saliva and count the money, one by one. I counted for more than ten minutes. Then, I heard him mutter, "Not enough, not enough money." These juniors are too rude. "

His voice was hoarse and sharp, like a piece of sputum in his throat. I listened to it, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Then, the ghost laughed twice: "The rest of the money has to fall on the little rabbit." "

Then, he kicked the money in his arms, turned and walked out.

After the ghost went out, Zhang Yuan pulled out two sticks of incense from the incense burner, handed me one, and whispered, "Don't let it go out." "

Then, he took the lead and walked out. And I followed with trepidation.

We weren't far from the ghost along the way, but he never seemed to notice us.

We followed him for a while, and then turned into an alley. The ghost flashed, and suddenly disappeared.

My master and I observed around, the houses here are very old, Zhang Yuan took two steps with the incense, and then pointed to one of the households: "Here." "

We walked to the door and pushed the door.

The door is not locked. When the two of us walked in, we found that the room was pitch black, and there was something on the ground that creaked when we stepped on it.

Zhang Yuan casually threw away the incense in his hand, and then took off his shroud.

I did the same, and I took off my shroud.

Subsequently, Zhang Yuan opened the wait.

I was blown away by what I saw.

Countless balls of paper were thrown on the ground, stacked on top of each other. No wonder we squeaked when we stepped on it.

I bent down and picked up a few at random, unfolded them, and there were two words written in them without exception: "There are ghosts, help." "

I was stunned when I suddenly noticed a hand sticking out of the corner of the wall, and weakly threw a ball of paper, and then slowly hung down again.

I hurried over and hurriedly pushed the paper ball away. There was a person lying inside, it was Li Xiaoxing.

After a few weeks of not seeing him, he was thinner, and he was out of shape. I almost didn't recognize it.

After all, after four years of roommates, I couldn't help but feel sad. Gently nudging him, I asked, "Xiaoxing, what's wrong with you?" "

Li Xiaoxing lay on the ground and muttered to himself, his voice was extremely small.

I leaned my ear over and barely heard him say, "Help, there's a ghost." "

When I asked again, it was always these two sentences.

Zhang Yuan sighed: "Xu You, don't ask him, he is already delirious." "

I anxiously asked, "What now?" Ghosts? Isn't that the ghost in the paper shop just now? Where did he go? Master, grab him. "