Zhao Qing glanced at Ma Feifei's gloomy face and said, "We had an accident last night. ”

"See it, tell me more?"

Last night, after Xie Juan and I were taken away, Ma Feifei took Zhao Qing and Sun Mingyi back to the inn.

At first, there were no problems, but after a short time, Ma Feifei suddenly stopped and looked back behind him.

Zhao Qing has also experienced the mission, and is alert at the moment: "What's wrong, Fei Fei?" ”

Ma Feifei shook his head and didn't say anything, but continued to walk with the two of them.

But after walking more than ten meters, Ma Feifei stopped again and looked back.

This time, she spoke first, "Did you hear any strange footsteps?" ”

"Footsteps?" Zhao Qing shook his head and glanced at the empty street: "I didn't hear it." ”

Ma Feifei frowned and said to herself: "Could it be that I heard it wrong?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Sun Mingyi, who was shrinking his head on one side, suddenly raised a hand and said, "I, I heard it, the footsteps were light and heavy, very strange." ”

Zhao Qing looked at Sun Mingyi's foot, who was wearing only one shoe: "What you won't hear is your own footsteps, right?" ”

"Really?"

Sun Mingyi took two steps forward in confusion, he deliberately increased his strength, and the sound of light and heavy footsteps sounded in the empty street.

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "It seems to be mine." ”

"It's not." Ma Feifei interrupted solemnly: "Footsteps are behind us. ”

At this point, she had already thought of the source of the footsteps.

Sun Mingyi suddenly shrank: "Then, what should we do?" ”

"You two go ahead of me." Ma Feifei pressed the cloth pocket with one hand: "Don't get too far away from me." ”

Even if she doesn't say it, Zhao Qing and Sun Mingyi will not stay away from her.

The two of them were only two meters ahead of her.

This time, after walking 50 or 60 meters, Ma Feifei told them to stop, saying that the footsteps were still behind him, and he needed to arrange something to make them pay attention to their surroundings.

I saw Ma Feifei take out a stack of palm-sized papers from his cloth pocket.

The paper didn't look big, but it was all connected together, and after being pulled like a cordon, it was arranged by Ma Feifei behind several people.

After doing everything, Ma Feifei let the two move on.

This time, Ma Feifei didn't stop everyone again, and walked to the door of the inn.

When I looked back, the cordon of white paper was burning.

However, Ma Feifei seemed to have expected it, and while comforting the two of them that they were okay, she pushed open the door of the inn.

It's just that after the door was opened, there was a person standing in the hall that should have been empty, and next to that person, there was a black coffin.

This person Ma Feifei and Zhao Qing have met before, and they are the owners of the paper fire shop.

Seeing a few people, the boss smiled and said, "You guys are back, I have already made the coffin, do you need my help to load it?" ”

Sun Mingyi was stunned by this scene, and asked directly: "What are you pretending?" ”

"Pretending to be a person, I don't know who to pretend?"

The boss's gaze swept in front of the three of them, fixed on Ma Feifei, and the smile on his face remained unchanged.

Ma Feifei didn't have the ease just now, she glanced at the way she came and said, "No need, I'll pretend myself." ”

The boss nodded very disappointedly: "Okay then, then I'll take my pay, goodbye." ”

After speaking, he walked out directly, but when he passed by Zhao Qing, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Qing's hand.

Zhao Qing was so frightened that she screamed, Ma Feifei's reaction was not unpleasant, and at the moment when the boss grabbed Zhao Qing, she also grabbed Zhao Qing's other hand.

The boss ignored Zhao Qing, but looked at Ma Feifei, and the smile on his face gradually froze, as if frozen: "What do you mean by this, guest?" ”

In the distance, the sound of footsteps sounded again, Ma Feifei did not speak to the boss, directly took out the folded white paper from the cloth pocket and hit the boss in the face.

It didn't seem to have the slightest power, and the soft white paper gradually became stiff in the air, with the sound of whirring wind, like a sharp blade, directly cutting off half of the boss's head.

The boss was still smiling, holding the head of the black and stinky brain without the Tianling cover, and spoke again: "Guest, if you don't want to pay, it's okay, if you do this again, I will report the case." ”

Ma Feifei didn't pay attention to it at all, shook his hand hard, and the origami was softly divided into several parts again, and hit the boss who grabbed Zhao Qing's hand.

There was no sound, and the paper passed through the boss's arm as if it were illusory.

The next moment, the boss's hand was directly broken into several pieces and fell to the ground, leaving only the palm still clutched on Zhao Qing's hand.

Although Zhao Qing's face was pale, he was still able to maintain his composure.

Sun Mingyi, who was on the side, screamed and ran towards the rented room on the second floor.

"Come back."

Ma Feifei shouted, and just as he wanted to chase after him, he heard Zhao Qing let out an exclamation.

I saw that the hand holding Zhao Qing was obviously not connected to the body, but it was still very hard to pull Zhao Qing out of the door.

Ma Feifei had no choice but to strike again, this time she took out a blank piece of paper from her cloth pocket again, and wrapped it all around her severed hand.

Where the white paper touched the severed hand, it seemed to touch a flame, and began to turn black, emitting puffs of green smoke.

Ma Feifei had to take out a blank piece of paper again and cover it.

At this time, the boss had already picked up the broken arm, held it in his arms, looked at Ma Feifei and sighed: "It's a pity, I can't pretend to you." ”

After speaking, in order, take the broken arms back to your body one by one.

Seeing this, Ma Feifei hit it again with origami, this time, aiming at the boss's entire upper body.

Just after a void, the boss floated back weirdly, and floated out of the inn directly, still looking at Ma Feifei, shaking his head and sighing: "It's a pity, such a good coffin can't hold you." ”

Ma Feifei's hand spun in the air, and the outstretched origami hit the door, directly closing the door of the inn.

She grabbed the severed hand wrapped in white paper, and forcefully, the white paper and the severed hand were sideways off Zhao Qing's body at the same time, and put them into her cloth pocket: "Quick, go up." ”

"Go up? There's footsteps up there! ”

Zhao Qing shook her head, just now in the panic, she heard a heavy and light footsteps passing by them, and at this time, the footsteps had already walked up the stairs.

The sound of footsteps on the wooden staircase is particularly noticeable.

Ma Feifei didn't have time to explain, so he grabbed Zhao Qing's hand and ran up.

Zhao Qing stumbled, like a rag doll with no weight, pulled up by brute force.

Just as I walked to the door, I heard footsteps strange in the room without the door open.

Ma Feifei pushed the door open.

Sun Mingyi was wrapped in a quilt and shivered on the bed, and beside the bed, in addition to the shoe he was wearing, there was an identical but dirt-covered shoe, with his toes facing the bed.

Next to it, there is a barefoot footprint.