In front of the paper shop.

The two paper figures, one black and one white, smiled strangely, like a welcome at the door, and stared lifelessly at the two people who stopped outside the door.

Not only that, but the senior lieutenant, who had become a paper man for some reason, was also looking at them eagerly, as if he wanted to reveal something, but he couldn't speak.

Liang Xingyang lowered his head and thought for a while, and walked into this paper-binding shop, and Yang Jian followed closely and walked in.

The shop was a little dim because there were no lights and no windows, so they had to rely on the light coming in from the door.

"This shop is unusual, the paper people sold here are very similar to Liu San's paper figures, and Liu San may be interested here."

Yang Jian's ghost eyes spied on the goods made of paper, as well as the many paper figures placed in them, and instinctively had an indescribable feeling.

Each paper figure gave him a sense of bondage, a material that was like a bondage belt, sealing off the spirits inside and preventing them from spreading.

And Liang Xingyang walked directly into the pile of paper figures and looked at these strange paper figures.

There are beautiful paper figures, and there are also ancient slave paper figures, all kinds of colors, with weird blushes painted on their pale faces, if you distinguish them carefully, there are only two kinds of paper figures.

One is a paper figure dressed in black, and the other is a paper figure dressed in white, in which some unknown division is hidden.

"Buy one, it's cheap, only three yuan." A cry echoed strangely in the shop,

Liang Xingyang turned his head solemnly, because the shouting sound was very similar to someone shouting in his ear, but he didn't notice it after he turned his head.

There are strange paper figures all around, maybe some paper figure has snuck up and opened his mouth without being discovered.

Yang Jian stood outside the pile of paper figures and reminded: "Paper figures are full of uncertainty, even if you choose supernatural items, don't buy paper figures." ”

This passage made the paper man lieutenant's eyes even more anxious, and he moved forward two steps in the crowd with difficulty, and stood in front of Liang Xingyang, as if he wanted to tell him that Liang Xingyang would buy him.

However, a beautiful paper figure with a graceful figure also came over, squeezed away the lieutenant, and occupied his position, as if to tell Liang Xingyang that she was more useful and came to buy her.

"Buy one, pick any one, as long as three yuan, it used to be sold for nine yuan."

There was a strange sound next to his ears again, this time it seemed to be closer, and more urgent.

Liang Xingyang touched his chin, ignored this beautiful paper man, took two steps forward, grabbed the body of the paper man of the high lieutenant, and said lightly: "I want this paper man, the money is here." ”

A colorful three-dollar bill appears in the palm of the hand.

The deal is done.

A strange wind blew out of thin air in the shop, purposefully sweeping away the three-dollar bills in his hand.

After buying the paper man, the strange cries stopped.

The pile of paper figures parted a way, and these paper figures bowed slightly, looking respectful.

Liang Xingyang's face remained unchanged and he walked in front.

Although the paper man lieutenant could not speak, he seemed to resume his actions, and followed him out of the paper man pile step by step.

It's the uncle who spends the money.

This paper shop will not embarrass him anymore, and the ownership of Gao Wei was transferred from the store to Liang Xingyang.

"Is there anything you like? I'm in for a treat. Liang Xingyang looked at Yang Jian with an incomprehensible expression, and told the senior lieutenant about the situation.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes spied on the high lieutenant who looked like a paper man, and found nothing unusual: "I'm not interested, the supernatural items are full of uncertainty, not to mention the paper man, it's easy to cause trouble." ”

The lieutenant hurriedly gestured with his finger in the air and wrote down a few words to explain: I am a human.

"Don't rush to explain yet, wait until you get out of here."

Yang Jian still did not relax his vigilance in his heart, some powerful ghosts have the memory of a living person, and their behavior will imitate a living person, after deliberately approaching, and the moment the killing law is triggered, an attack suddenly breaks out, and he can't be unguarded.

Liang Xingyang didn't care when he saw this.

Although the ghost eye has developed its potential through superimposition, it is ultimately crippled, and it is impossible to peek into the supernatural nature through the appearance, so that it is impossible to see the high lieutenant who is bound by yellow paper.

But Lieutenant Gao grabbed Liang Xingyang and stretched out his hand to gesture in the air: Boss, lend me three yuan.

Liang Xingyang's face was stunned, and he said dumbly: "Don't call me boss." ”

However, the three-yuan note was lent to the lieutenant.

The lieutenant grinned, took the banknote and quickly ran to the back of the counter, reaching out to grope for something inside, when a sound sounded from the sound of a search, and he found an old black cardboard box from inside.

A flash of joy flashed on the captain's face, and he put the three-dollar bill on the counter and happily took the black cardboard box.

Seeing this, the two did not linger, and the lieutenant followed closely behind, leaving the paper tie-up shop and coming out into the street.

"Can't you speak?" Yang Jian asked.

The lieutenant stretched out his hand and gestured: This paper body can help me alleviate the resurgence of the ghost, but the price is that I can't speak.

Liang Xingyang was thoughtful at this time, he looked at the feet of the high lieutenant, the high lieutenant was barefoot, the leather shoes that were given to him by the leather shoemaker on the Yin Yang Ghost Street were gone, it should be that the leather shoes had failed to relieve the recovery of the ghosts and were discarded.

"Why are you trapped in this paper shop?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

The lieutenant showed a wry expression, stretched out his hand again, and wrote: I have no money, I originally wanted to rob, but failed, and was made into a paper figure by this store.

This paper shop is actually a strange paper house, and if the ghost rider violates the taboo in the store, he will be suppressed by the powerful spirit in the paper house and sold as a paper figure.

Liang Xingyang stared at the black cardboard box, but didn't find anything unusual and said, "What's so special about this cardboard box?" ”

Yang Jian's ghost eyes were also watching, but the ghost eyes couldn't see through this special paper to see what was inside.

The lieutenant gestured: The role of the black cardboard box is to suppress the contents of the box.

As he spoke, he opened the black cardboard box and took out two eyes cut out of red paper.

The two pieces of red paper have pupil outlines drawn on the eyes, and the pupils are deep and even more scarlet in color, as if they have been soaked in blood.

No.

The eyes cut out of this red paper were really oozing blood, and a round drop of blood and tears flowed out of the red paper strangely.

"This is an unrevived ghost, suitable for riding as a paper man. The carton was opened, and the eyes were revived. After the high lieutenant gestured, he hurriedly pasted the red paper eyes to his eyes.

As soon as the red paper eye touched the eye, it immediately stuck to it.

The lieutenant suddenly lowered his head and covered his eyes tightly, as if his eyes were in severe pain, but he couldn't speak, and blood continued to ooze from the gap in his palm, and blood and tears fell down his palm to the ground.

"Tick."

Drops of blood and tears dripped down, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air. The pavement of the street was stained with blood and tears, and it was scarlet, except that in the scarlet, the outlines of a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen.

The blood was rapidly drying up, eerily turning into red paper eyes that covered the pavement.

A strange and cold wind blew.

Pieces of red paper eyes fluttered in the wind like butterflies.

After a while, pieces of red paper began to drip blood, blood and tears dried up, and a bunch of red paper eyes appeared on the street, as if they had been thrown here at will.

The pupils of these red papers seem to be emitting a faint red light, and there seems to be a figure standing in the depths of the scarlet, who is spying on everything in the outside world with the help of these countless red paper eyes.

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