"Since you're here, let's sit down quickly."

"Our family needs to be neat, how can anyone start eating if they are not in order?"

None of the paper figures in front of them moved, but their voices were serious, coming from their bodies.

As soon as he finished saying this, the little paper figure who was lying on the table with a red cup in one hand suddenly returned to his original position and sat down.

How exactly does it move?

I didn't even have time to see it clearly.

And how exactly do these paper figures pronounce it?

Could it be that someone is secretly controlling?

"Come and eat, don't stand stupidly hehe."

Before he could finish thinking about it, another voice came, and the head of the paper man who had cut off his head earlier had already appeared at his feet.

He was looking at himself with a half-rotten face.

Xie Chen's scalp was a little numb for a while, could it be that these voices were these four paper people inviting themselves?

Listening to these words, it is as if you think you are one of their kind.

Xie Chen's feet were a little weak, and he didn't know whether to step forward and watch.

I seem to have forgotten something......

I seem to have forgotten the rule that I put it on a screen......

Xie Chen slowly took a small step forward, and hurriedly thought about what the rules of the screen were in his mind?

I patronized and went out to see why the moon disappeared, but I couldn't even remember the rules that I had memorized in my mind.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I even felt a little timid that I wanted to get out, but I didn't know how to get out.

The pocket watch can't be used, and the rules are forgotten after reading it, and I'm really wonderful.

Before he could figure out a way, the white clothes he was wearing suddenly glowed with a slight white light.

I saw that the head of the paper man under his feet had rubbed against his ankle, and he rolled hard towards the Eight Immortals table.

Although it was just rolling, the force was very huge, and I only felt that several people were pushing hard behind me.

"You don't have to prove to us that we can sense who you are."

Xie Chen's own desire to survive immediately grasped the key words of this sentence.

"My identity?"

Could it be that these four paper figures still treat me as if I was the same kind of person?

Then in their eyes, I'm also a paper man?

But when did I become a paper man?

Faced with a series of questions in my mind, I can't answer them.

After encountering that ancient well, it was as if he had lost his mind, and the only remaining reason before also ceased to exist.

What happened in the middle definitely had a very heavy impact, and it was also the initiator of my current misjudgment.

Even the feeling of drowsiness that occurs in the body from time to time is probably due to this.

As soon as the white clothes on their bodies shone brightly, these paper figures said to themselves things like "your identity".

It is inevitably reverie.

Under the push of the paper man's head at his feet, he came to the table of the eight immortals in a few steps.

Because the room was very dim, and I was far away from the door.

Except for the red cup that the little paper man was holding just now, he couldn't see clearly what was on the table of the Eight Immortals.

But now it's very clear.

All sorts of stumps and severed arms, and even rotting flesh and tongues, were placed on this offering table.

Many of them have only bones left, and of course there are many fruits, but they have long since been eaten away by mold.

Only a few rotting black dots remained.

A foul smell crept into the tip of his nose, as if it was because he had walked here and caused the air in the room to move, causing the things to start smelling.

But they haven't been "fermenting" here for a day or two, and I really can't figure out why they still smell.

In the center of this table of eight immortals, the three pillars of burned sandalwood are rubbed.

The reason why it was judged to be sandalwood is also because the incense handle is easy to identify.

Moreover, around the three pillars of burned incense, there are many sprinkling incense ashes, and there is a small section in the middle that is complete, which looks very thick.

Xie Chen sat down with some doubts.

Why is sandalwood in a room?

If you use sandalwood to worship, the specifications are generally much larger, and even the worshippers' families are definitely more affluent.

Xie Chen began to look around.

These four paper figures can definitely only be regarded as "accessories".

This is what was called a "slave" in ancient times.

Generally, during the worship, it will be burned by the worshippers, also so that the deceased can still have someone to serve after death.

But since the incense has been burned, and these things on the table of the Eight Immortals should also be tribute.

Of course, the same is true of these four paper figures.

"Hurry up and move your chopsticks."

"If you don't move your chopsticks, we won't dare to eat."

Listening to the urging of these four paper figures, he was not in a hurry.

The bowls in front of me are all made of paper, and even the chopsticks are tied up with paper wallets.

Xie Chen picked up the chopsticks with some difficulty, in fact, as long as he used a little force, these chopsticks would definitely deflat.

Seeing that he picked up the chopsticks, all four paper figures stood up.

The paper man with the severed head just now was holding his own head in his hand, and he looked very excited.

Xie Chen took a deep breath, looking at the things in front of him and didn't know where to start.

To be precise, there should be nothing to eat.

The meat was so rotten that only the bones remained, and Xie Chen gently put down the paper bowl in his hand.

As soon as he raised his head, a scarlet papier-mâché face suddenly appeared in front of him, which was almost pasted to his face.

"Why, why don't you eat it?"

"Isn't it unappetizing?"

These words were like the words of a hoarse old woman, and her voice was very harsh.

The source of the speech was the larger paper figure next to him, which had not yet fallen and broken its head inexplicably like the other one.

It's just that compared to the paper figure with the severed head, its head is even rougher.

Even the eyeballs were concave in a large piece, and the bamboo on the inside could be seen, as if the paper could not be pasted.

The whole face rotted at this point.

Xie Chen's face was calm, trying to control his emotions as much as possible, not wanting to show the slightest flaw.

"Huh, hey!"

A shrill scream rang out, and the face of the little paper figure facing him in front of him began to distort.

The paint, which had been dry, flowed out of the eyeballs again at this time, and fell on the dining table.

The room began to wobble, and the four paper figures did not know whether they were playing the role of "slave" or the role of master.

If they don't eat it themselves, they seem to be in a hurry more than anyone else.

Xie Chen slowly raised his hands, and then tidied up the white clothes he was wearing.

The four paper figures stared at themselves, not even moving.

Xie Chen gently lowered his finger and pointed to the red liquid on the table, all of which dripped from the eyes of the little paper man.

The meaning is obvious,

You've dripped, so how else can I eat it? How to put chopsticks?

When he raised his head again, the paper figure in front of him showed a terrifying smile.

Half of the face is followed by only a bamboo frame, which is exactly the same as the lower body, as if it was torn apart by someone.

"Hurry up and eat."

"It's good to get on the road when you're full......"

"Eat, eat with your belly open..."

"This is our well-prepared banquet, this is us, our banquet ......"

"White skin, blue bones, will bloom red flowers, will bloom red flowers......"

"We need, we need red flowers!"

The movements of the four paper figures around him became more and more crazy, and under the influence of weirdness, their judgment of the surrounding environment began to plummet.

The original table of eight immortals in front of him has become a guillotine.

There were a lot of corpses on it.

Next to it was a large pool of red blood, as if it couldn't be wiped off, as if it had completely coagulated on it.

Xie Chen's eyes were a little red, and he looked at the twisted walls around him, as if his body was beginning to twist.

"White skin, blue bones, red flowers."

These words drifted through his mind over and over again, and he couldn't even tell if it was the sound of his surroundings or if he was reading it to himself.

When he closed his eyes, he could feel something wrapped around his body, and then he dragged hard.

I can't exert my strength, but just standing like this, these large numbers of things can't move me.

Even if you want to open your eyes and see what's going on around you.

But I found that there was nothing I could do, and my eyes seemed to be blindfolded.

This was followed by a burst of laughter, and there seemed to be a lot of children playing in the room.

Although I instinctively want to open my eyes, even though I want to try my best to see clearly.

Despite the growing blurring of consciousness......

After I don't know how long, several cobwebs appeared in front of me.

After opening his eyes and relieving for a while, he realized that it was actually the ceiling in the room.

The door was a little shiny, as if there was moonlight shining in from outside.

Xie Chen stood up with difficulty, and found that his position actually appeared at the door of the room.

The door to the room was still ajar, even though he was already standing in the house.

But now it's a little unclear for a while, whether I was dragged here by those things, or did I get hit without stepping forward at all from the beginning?

Because at a glance at the Eight Immortals table, the four paper figures that were being placed on it were all intact.

Even the workmanship can be described as exquisite.

On the side of the table of the Eight Immortals is a white wreath with a large word "Lay" written in ink.

Probably because it has been too long, this "lay" seems a little light.

Xie Chen took a deep breath, and the clothes on his body did not change, and it was still a white Hanfu top.

At least I didn't see this wreath until I lost consciousness.

"Why do I still seem so calm when I see the paper man talking?"

Xie Chen muttered to himself with some palpitations.

Recalling the scene just now, I seem to have been too calm.

It's even a bit of a feeling that you don't take these paper figures seriously at all.

Looking at it now, these four paper figures are obviously exquisite, but for this kind of netherworld.

I can't help but feel a little stunned like a normal person.