I didn't expect that under the paper clothes, I was wearing the real clothes I was wearing.

Since my father planted those trees, he has bought me clothes very often, and he will change my clothes every once in a while. I don't know where he got the clothes that he had changed.

It turned out that they were all worn on the paper man.

My grandfather is always weird, which one is this?

I looked around the paper figure for a long time, and the more I watched, the more fun I felt, and I started to play for a while.

Don't look at my grandfather as a white man, but he never taught me how to give people funerals. According to him, the funeral can be done by one person, and if you want to teach me, you have to teach you some real things.

The child's mind is that the more things they have not tried, the more they want to try them.

Anyway, I've also watched my father's routine.

Why don't I give the paper man a glow?

I couldn't hold it anymore when I played with my heart, so I turned out the oil lamp and liquor and put them on the side of the paper figure decently. Following my grandfather's example, he dipped his fingers in wine and scratched the light of the oil lamp, and muttered: "If you don't turn on the light, the light will not be long." ”

"Start with the sun and moonlight, and the sun and moon will rotate in all directions."

I dipped the liquor on the top of the paper man's head, facial features, hands and feet in turn.

"The beginning of the light, the head of the Void Great Dharma King."

"Open your eyes ,......"

"Slap ,......"

"Open your mouth and ,......"

"Open your hand, hold the red tassel ghost killing gun in your hand, and kill the evil ghost in a panic."

"Open the footlight, soar the clouds and drive the fog to heaven."

"Open ......"

When I read the last sentence, I suddenly forgot whether the paper figure had to be happy.

I remember that when my father gave light to the dead, he had to be happy.

What about paper people?

I can't remember, my grandfather didn't give the paper man happy light, I felt that it was open light anyway, more open than less open, fingers to the paper people's heart a little bit, read a mantra to open the light to the dead: "Happy light, the heart is bright and dignified." ”

I pulled my finger back, and immediately turned the bottle in my left hand and poured it all on the floor.

At this time, the flames on the oil lamp on the kang were suddenly strung up more than half a foot high, and the fire also turned into a dark green color.

I struck a spirit, and the paper figure that had just turned on the light stood up from the kang and bumped into me face to face.

I just felt that after the darkness in front of my eyes, it was immediately bright, and I saw myself fall to the ground.

I panicked and wanted to reach out to pull the person on the ground, but I didn't expect to reach out with a pair of paper hands.

Am I a paper man?

That's when I remembered the legend that paper people suck souls.

In the past, I heard from others that if a paper figure is psychic, it can come back to life and suck someone else's soul and swap bodies with that person.

After the paper man changes his body, he can burn his original paper body with his own hands, and the soul that was sucked by the paper man will never come back.

I wasn't giving the paper man a light just now, did I make him psychic?

I watched my body move twice as if I was about to get up, and I didn't know what to do.

Just when I was so frightened that I was shivering, I suddenly heard a woman talking: "Don't change bodies with him, when his father comes back, you will die." Bring him to me, and I will save you. ”

Is that woman talking to me?

No, she's talking to a psychic paper figure.

I watched my body sit up from the ground, lowered my head and thought for a while, then fell back with a "poof", and a white mist floated out of the seven orifices, rushing straight towards me.

My eyes could still see, but my hands and feet didn't obey me, and I staggered outside.

I felt like a mirror in my heart, and I didn't plan to jump up, because my body was so light after I became a paper figure, and running out was like jumping up.

As soon as the paper man pushed open the front door of my house, his body was as if he was being held up by the six poplar trees planted in front of my house.

After a pause, the paper figure jumped over the gap between the poplar trees.

I watched as the paper figure jumped to a height of more than a meter above the ground, leaned over, and pounced straight into the gap between the two trees.

When the paper man's hands were about to cross the edge of the poplar tree, it seemed to hit an invisible wall, and the whole person was bounced back, and he fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before getting up.

The paper man was so angry that he jumped on the spot, and I was a lot more relieved, as long as I could hold on until my grandfather came back, he would definitely have a way to save me!

Before I could let go of my heart, I heard someone say, "Go back, take him in your arms, and go through the back door." ”

After a few clicks, the paper man rushed into the house, picked me up, and moved to the back door step by step.

I could still feel myself panting when the paper man was holding me, indicating that I wasn't dead.

At that time, I didn't have time to think about how to change my body back, and I watched him carry me and run to the back door.

As soon as the paper man arrived at the door, the willow strips behind my house were rustling, and the shaking willow strips, as if they were about to be pumped on the paper man, swayed in the air, but none of them touched me.

After the paper man carried my body out of the willow tree, he threw my body to the ground and ran out of the village in three steps.

The more I look at the path the paper man walks, the more familiar I become, isn't that going to my mother's grave?

In a few moments, I saw my mother's tomb in the distance.

What I didn't expect was that there was a woman standing in front of the tomb.

I'm sure it was the first time I'd seen that woman, but I had a deep-seated fear of her.

I tried to run back when I saw her, but my feet didn't listen to me and moved towards her.

The woman sneered: "It turns out that Yuan Kaishan has been taking paper people to the underworld to fill up!" I said, why can't I find you after so many years? ”

"If you die yourself, don't blame me." The woman held out her hand to me with a sneer.

As I watched the woman's paper-white fingers slowly reach out in front of me, my grandfather's voice came from behind me: "You don't want your hand anymore, do you?" ”

The woman was so frightened that she shrank back, and my grandfather stopped in the distance and didn't move: "Whoever dares to touch my grandson of Yuan Kaishan, I dare to touch his ancestor." ”

"I'm standing right here, can you touch him?"

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Yuan Kaishan, your grandson is not yet twelve, and you are not ready to help him prevent disasters, right?" ”

"Give me your grandson, he still has a way to live, and if he falls into the hands of those people, he has only one way to die."

"I'll give you three days to think about it, and I hope that after three days, you can still be so tough."

The woman sneered, and stepped back into my mother's grave, as if she had sunk into the grave little by little.