The road, winding and winding.

Tree, weirdly twisted.

Purple fire, go up and down.

The sky, pitch black, gloomy, oppressive, like a painting.

"Master, how do I feel that we have encountered a ghost hitting the wall?" Belly Chengzhong hugged the ghost baby and asked.

"There are three ghosts hitting the wall to crack, one is peeing, two are scolding, and three don't look back, run." Jiang Xiaobai was joking, his face was a little gloomy.

On the thirty-three steps of the torii gate, the paper lanterns on both sides emit a dim purple light, and the purple fire beats inside, and upwards, the outline of Itsukushimaji Temple looms.

Jiang Xiaobai looked down, it was a temple shrouded in darkness, Itsukushima Temple.

"Master, can you stop joking? Why don't we go back? Belly Nakachi smiled reluctantly.

“…… Let's experiment. Jiang Xiaobai groaned, without refusal or objection.

Because they have walked all the way down, along the trail, they have walked about ten kilometers.

Walking down the steps, the temple appears below, and walking up the steps, the temple appears above.

It's like a mirror projection.

A white coffin appeared in the middle of the torii, Jiang Xiaobai signaled, walked in with a pale face, looked down, and a dry hand stretched out violently, pulling him directly in.

Jiang Xiaobai then entered and closed the coffin lid.

Syllable!

Jiang Xiaobai pretended not to see it, took out a pile of penny yellow paper, and frowned slightly.

Syllable!

"There are many functions of yellow paper, such as worship, worshipping ancestors, guiding the way, taking money, burial, dark paper, and paying off yin debts...... Wait. ”

Syllable!

"So what's the effect?" Jiang Xiaobai groaned, pulled out a few penny yellow papers, and began to fold ingots, paper people, coffins, clothes, etc......

Syllable!

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at it and was slightly surprised.

The white smoke of the incense burner curled up, and only one breath entered the ghost baby's nose.

The old ghost, no, the uncle was not restricted, he raised his dry left hand, and threw it towards the belly with a cruel smile.

Syllable!

"Black incense has no effect on the uncle, is it full or too strong, can you ignore the black incense restrictions?"

Jiang Xiaobai groaned, grabbed a bundle of half-cut black incense, and there were a few tooth marks on it, thoughtfully.

"It should be the reason for the black incense here, which makes the uncle have a little problem."

On the inner wall of the coffin, the words left by Chen Yuan are still there:

The demeanor of dying to die, the scenery of walking, don't worry, I have tampered with the law of killing with the dry hands in the coffin, and I will not kill you, but will only give you the big mouth you love to eat.

I believe you have experienced this lesson, and you will be cautious in dealing with supernatural events.

My name is Chen Yuan, codenamed Ghost Umbrella, I belong to the first batch of people who have come into contact with the supernatural and mastered the supernatural, when you see this sentence, it proves that I have revived and died.

"Tampering with the killing laws of ghosts ......." Jiang Xiaobai looked at this passage, then looked at the ghost baby, and had already folded a paper ingot in his hand.

The yellow paper is not very large, the paper ingots are not very large, and there are many holes in the middle, which are almost weightless.

threw it casually, smashed it on the uncle's head, and fell down again.

The other party raised his dry hand, but there was no response.

"Light it and try it."

A new paper ingots were folded, Jiang Xiaobai took out a lighter, and hesitantly lit it.

The paper ingots immediately burned into a pile of paper ashes and fell to the ground, and there seemed to be something floating out of it, which was a transparent paper ingot.

A dry hand reached out directly, grabbed the paper ingot, and retracted it.

"Master, help." Belly Chengzhong shouted with a golden star, covering his face, and his breath was weak.

"Devils take money." Jiang Xiaobai groaned, pulled the ghost baby, threw it to the uncle, and said, "Come here." ”

Two minutes later, the black incense burned out, and the ghost baby snorted and resumed his actions.

Syllable!

The ghost baby's head immediately spun in circles.

A piece of yellow paper was lit, and the two ghosts who were playing a game in the corner immediately walked over, picked up the transparent paper money in the paper ash, walked over again, and continued to play the game.

"Division...... Tutor. "Bird language.

"What do you say?" Jiang Xiaobai folded the paper ingots and looked at them suspiciously.

"Division...... Fu, the effect of yellow paper is similar to a ghost taking money, and then walking away, should we go out...... bar. Belly Cheng Zhongyi said in broken Chinese.

"Wait." Jiang Xiaobai folded the paper ingots, his brows furrowed slightly.

In folk customs, a penny of yellow paper is money, and paper ingots are also money, both of which are money, but the effect is somewhat different.

Penny yellow paper is generally used to guide the way, sprinkle money, open the way, worship, and burn it to the ancestors below, but there will be lonely souls and wild ghosts to grab the money.

Therefore, leading the way, sprinkling money, opening the way, and worshipping, a part of it will be left for these lonely souls and wild ghosts, so that they will not rob and burn the money given to the ancestors.

And the paper ingots, heavy in weight and large in denomination, are generally directly given to the ancestors below, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts want to come and grab them, and they have to weigh the consequences.

After all, it's not money for yourself, and it's not like a penny, which has a small denomination and can be seen everywhere.

"Master, I can't use this supernatural power." With a bitter face, he imitated Jiang Xiaobai and folded the paper ingots.

It can be stacked, stacked, folded into a paper frog.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the paper frog and was a little speechless.

Belly Chengzhong looked embarrassed, just put down the paper frog, picked up a few penny yellow papers, and prepared to start stacking.

The paper frog's jaw bulged, jumped, jumped on the head of the ghost baby, moved his legs a little, and was about to turn around, a hand as black as ink, grabbed it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Syllable!

The ghost baby tilted his head and spit it out.

The paper frog jumped twice, kicked its legs, and rattled.

Jiang Xiaobai squinted his eyes, and the folded paper ingots in his hand were immediately disassembled, and the paper frogs began to be folded.

"Master...... Uh, paper frog, you seem to have made a mistake. "I wanted to say it, but I didn't dare to say it.

A paper figure appeared in his hand, the paper man crossed his waist with both hands, raised his head, looked at Jiang Xiaobai, jumped and jumped, and groaned.

"What happens when you ignite?" Jiang Xiaobai groaned, a paper figure folded quickly, and without waiting for the paper man to cross his waist with his hands, he took a pose, and with a pinch of his palm, the paper man crapped.

The lighter was lit, and in the ashes, a transparent paper figure appeared, and at the same time, a dry hand grabbed it.

"You can't pinch, you can't jump, you can't get hurt, then ......."

The third paper figure appeared, Jiang Xiaobai took out a lighter and leaned over, the paper man didn't have time to cross his waist with both hands, turned around and ran.

The flames popped out, and the paper figure burned, ran a few steps, and turned into paper ashes.

With a flick of his hand, in the paper ashes, a transparent paper figure was still running, as if there was fire on his body, and he kept jumping in place!

A dry hand stretched out, grabbed it, the transparent paper figure disappeared, the old ghost, no, the uncle put down the ghost baby, bowed his body and ran towards Jiang Xiaobai, and the hideous smile made the belly shrink his legs.

In the small space of the coffin, there was a knock knock and a knock sound, as if someone was about to push open the lid of the coffin and escape from it.

"Nima, the experiment is really dangerous." Jiang Xiaobai pushed the lid of the coffin, the white paper umbrella in his hand disappeared, covering the shoe prints on his face.

"Whew!" Like a frog, the ghost baby sat on the lid of a coffin, his jaw bulging and roaring.

"What's the matter with me?" Belly Chengzhong lay on the ground, like a worm, pouting his ass and squirming forward.

"It's okay, the effect lasts for two minutes, I'll try it too." Jiang Xiaobai said.