At that moment, my head went numb and my blood flowed backwards.

"It's—it's troublesome."

If it's just an ordinary ghost hitting the wall, it's a momentary disorientation and it's easy to get out.

But although I was in a hurry to escape, on the way away, I also drove according to a certain pattern, but a few times, no matter which direction I drove, I would always come back on this main road.

This is different from a ghost hitting a wall.

I rubbed my hands together and pulled something out of my backpack.

A piece of yellow rune paper with no drawings.

In our line of work, there are too many things to deal with, and there will always be times when I will be counterattacked, although Lu Blind doesn't want me to touch too much of this work, but he will always ask me to carry the talisman paper with me.

It's not a finished product with a spell drawn, but a piece of rune paper with nothing.

Because different rune paper has a very different usefulness.

I'm not a prophet, and I can't predict what kind of difficulties I will encounter, so the blank rune paper is more flexible at this time.

Especially for those who can't draw talismans, when they encounter an unexplained situation and want to escape, the easiest way is to drip the rune paper with the blood of the supreme yang on their body.

I've studied charms, I've drawn charms, and I have finished products in my bag, but I've never encountered this before, so I used this method.

I spit the blood on the tip of my tongue on the rune paper, used the incantation handed to me by the blind man, recited it silently in my heart, and then pasted it outside the car window.

After doing that, I turned on the car again.

With the power of Zhiyang, this time the car did not return to the main road of Huaiyin Road, and I did not see the paper figure standing in the dark, waiting for me strangely.

Instead, they walked through a long and deep alley, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard house that was some years old.

My headlights were there, shining right on a man.

I was startled and thought it was the weird man, but when I looked closely, I found that it wasn't.

The man in front of me, very young and long, with one hand in his trouser pocket, looked at me.

My eyes moved.

I recognize this man.

He was the one who held a big red umbrella during the day and told me to burn money.

It was also the man who destroyed a paper figure with one hand just now.

The man raised his hand to block it, and the dazzling light in the darkness of the night, with a slight tap of his fingertips, snapped, and the high beam I turned on became a low beam.

I was stunned for a moment, and before I could speak, I heard him say, "You'd better get out of the car." ”

"Why?"

He didn't answer me, but the next second I knew why.

A cold hand grabbed my neck from behind again.

This time, the force is obviously more forceful than the last time.

I looked sideways, and this time it was a male paper man.

Its pale face, without any expression, was painted with two lumps of redness, and a wisp of red in its pure white eyes flashed quickly in the darkness, which was soul-stirring.

As soon as I moved, the strength of that hand increased.

Le's raw pain.

I tugged with one hand, reached into my bag with the other, found a knife, and slammed it at the side of my neck to break the hand.

only to find that the other party's wound, where there should not be blood, quietly oozes a blood mark.

"Blood?"

How can it be?

I immediately denied myself that it was impossible for the paper figures to see blood, just like the ones I had dealt with before.

But this one doesn't seem to be the same.

I was about to look down again, but the strength of my neck and hand was getting stronger, my breathing became shallow, and I struggled, but it was useless.

"You forced me."

I lowered my eyes, the knife picked the middle finger of my left hand, the knife was bloody, and in the moonlight, the blood flashed, and it cut off the paper man's arm directly.

The support in the body of the paper figure is made of bamboo chips, and it also takes some strength to cut it with a knife.

After I cut it off, I took off the clamps, but I saw that there was no more blood flowing out of the broken wrist.

But the paper man still wanted to catch me with his other hand, so I didn't say a word, and cut off his head with a knife.

The round head rolled to the ground, and the eyes that were all whites, with a touch of blood red, flashed in the dark night, and became a wisp of black.

I wondered the difference between this paper figure, and at the same time I was afraid of the outside, whether there would be such a paper figure hiding in the dark, so I got out of the car without thinking about it, and ran to the man in three steps and two steps, supporting my knees with my hands, panting.

"What is this? Why are you pestering me? With the knife still in my right hand, I looked up and asked the man next to me, "Who are you?" How do you know there's something going on to hurt me? ”

He didn't answer me, and Qingjun's side face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist under the not-so-bright light, which was not real.

This alley is transparent from side to side, and the road is very large, with an ancient atmosphere.

Filled in the deep darkness of the night, it looks like a wooden house deep in the forest, revealing the slightest smell of danger.

I noticed that the man seemed to be looking at something all the time, so I followed his gaze.

"The Mansion?"

The big golden characters fall on the wooden door plaque, and the wooden door below is ancient and well understood, and the light of the two lanterns in front of the door is staggered on it, which makes it reveal a trace of ghosts.

It was as if for a moment, falling into another time and space.

"I remember the house on Huaiyin Road, there is no courtyard, and the texture of this wooden door is some years old, not a recent building."

With a knife in one hand, I reached out and touched the knocker on the door, which was still carved with patterns, which was not smooth to the touch, and when I got closer, there was a faint smell of rot that had been exposed to the air for a long time.

The breath stretched deep with the night wind.

I turned my head to look to the side and found that everywhere I looked, there were deep alleys and roads.

The wind pierced through all the intersections, like a female ghost crying in the middle of the night.

The louder the wind, the louder the crying, and the sound entered the ears, as if countless people were whispering in their ears, and the people who listened were very upset.

At first, I could tolerate it, but then I started to be irritable uncontrollably.

I frowned impatiently, holding the knife in my hand, wielding it desperately, trying to shake off the annoying noise.

But no matter how much I tried to mess around, the sound didn't go away at all.

Until, the tip of my knife, it was obvious that something had been stabbed.

Poof, something, splashed on my face.

I froze, my eyebrows moved, and then I realized that there was a hand that was holding my wrist.

The touch on the skin of the wrist bone was slightly cold, but it was soon covered by the heat of red blood.

When the heat enveloped the cold, my whole body was instantly awake.

The disturbing voice was completely gone.

Then, I found that the tip of my knife had pierced the chest of the man in front of me.

He stared at me as if he didn't notice the pain, his voice low and calm.

"Wake up."

【Small Theatre】:

Lin Tan: I hurt someone, what should I do?

Lou to: payout.

Lin Tan: But I don't have any money.

Lou Zhi: Promise by example.

Lin Tan: Then I'll give the money.

Floors: ......