But I don't know if it's because I refined it, or if it has Zhang Jianwei's spiritual blood on it, there is a particularly vague connection between Zhang Jianwei and it, but everything is ignorant, and I can't see it clearly or feel it clearly.

It is completely different from the Immortal Seeking Staff, the Immortal Seeking Staff is in his hand at this time, as long as Zhang Jianwei wants to, he can communicate with it about some simple things, but this paper man can't, think about it, maybe it's because this thing doesn't have a machine spirit.

The driver who sent Zhang Jianwei and Shi Binglai couldn't sleep in the car, it was already two or three o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jianwei and Shi Bing had been in for an hour, and the driver watched silently.

I turned off the lights in the car, put the chair down, and swiped my phone afterwards when I was bored, but as long as I didn't look outside, I always felt that someone was watching me anywhere, so I simply put down my phone and only looked outside.

It was pitch black outside, except for a few lights, and there were a few small safety reminder lights in front of the funeral home, and you could barely see a rough idea.

Looking at it, the door of the funeral home suddenly opened.

Out came a paper figure.

Looking at it from a distance, the paper man's snow-white face was two red lumps, one left and one right hung on his face, wearing green clothes, swaying as he walked, under the lamp, against the bleak light, the size was the height of a child, jumping out of the door, as if recognizing the way, stopped in front of the funeral home for a while, and walked directly in the direction of the parking lot.

The paper man walked in front, and Zhang Jianwei and Shi Bing followed behind and also came out, but Fu Bo sent the two to the door and went back, and the two said goodbye to Fu Bo in the door of the funeral home.

In the funeral parlor, the driver is invisible, so in the driver's sight, it is a paper man walking in front, walking and walking, followed by two people, as if slowly emerging from the night, one is a monk, and the other is a black cat lying on his shoulder.

Such a scene, not to mention in the funeral home, not to say that it is at night, in the downtown during the day, it is all to scare the timid to death, and ordinary people will have nightmares when they see it.

At first, the driver thought that he had seen something wrong, but he rubbed his eyes and found that the paper man was getting closer and closer to him, and even the weird and peaceful smile on the paper man's face was getting more and more real.

The driver covered his mouth with one hand, lest he scream, and wanted to hold his breath, but his heart was beating nonstop, and his legs were sore, although it was very cold, but the sweat on his body came out one by one

He closed his eyes, trembled, and involuntarily recited the Heavenly God and Buddha in his heart.

I don't know if the Buddhas heard it, but when the driver was trembling, the window of the car was knocked.

The driver was stunned for a moment, and his whole heartbeat stopped.

"It's not it, it's not it, you can't see me, you can't see me. He muttered as he squinted his eyes and knocked out of the window.

A cold breath rushed up directly from the tail vertebrae, the hair on the whole body stood up in an instant, his mind was blank, and his heart began to pound wildly after a sudden stop.

On the window, a miserable white paper face was lying on the glass, looking directly at the driver.

Fortunately, Zhang Jianwei followed behind and drove the paper man, who seemed to be unwilling to climb down from the window.

"Are you alright? Zhang Jianwei asked.

"I, I!" the driver was about to say something, but his teeth kept chattering, he couldn't make any useful intonation, and there was a warm feeling between his legs.

"Don't be afraid, just pretend you didn't see it, wait a minute, don't wait for us, the sun comes out, you can go back by yourself." Zhang Jianwei arranged it.

"Good, good!"

After saying this, Zhang Jianwei followed the rickety paper man, ignored the driver for the time being, and walked in one direction.

When Fu Bo sent Zhang Jianwei and Shi Bing out, he told the two that the Lu Lei he said was gone, not only that the ghost Lu Lei had become was gone, but that his body was also gone.

However, at that time, Lu Lei's mother paid all the fees, and his mother disappeared with Lu Lei's body.

It's just that all the procedures are appropriate, so the people at the funeral home didn't pursue anything, and then the three students disappeared, and the funeral home was panicked, rumors spread, and no one mentioned Lu Lei and his mother openly.

This paper figure staggered and looked like it was struggling to walk, but the speed was still very fast, and Zhang Jianwei and Shi Bing needed to perform exercises to keep up.

Out of the boundary of the funeral home, there is no moth to do anything, straight to the city, fortunately it is a big night, or a winter night, there are no pedestrians on the road outside, this point, the earliest sanitation workers have not yet gone to work, occasionally meet a few people who drive and sweep by, but there is no accident.

After walking for about an hour, their feet were also fast, and they had to cross the camera in the middle, but Zhang Jianwei found it in advance and blocked it.

Along the way, Zhang Jianwei himself couldn't see the resentment, maybe it was too thin, but when he entered the courtyard, a faint resentment began to appear.

This yard looks a little old, six buildings in a yard, covering an area of not small, but the buildings are not high, the highest is not more than eight floors, the whole community feels tattered, some years, the wall skin is peeling, the paint is fading, and people are the same, a sign of aging.

The paper man walked straight towards a unit, but the unit door was closed, and the paper man banged on the door at the door, making the sound of books opening and closing.

Zhang Jianwei hurriedly performed the Five Ghost Carrying Technique, opened the door, and the paper man continued upstairs again, until he reached the third floor, and stopped in front of a door.

The rich resentment, like a black mist, rushed out of the door, Zhang Jianwei and Shi Bing glanced at each other and nodded silently.

Similarly, Zhang Jianwei used a spell to open the door, and the paper figure flashed in.

Zhang Jianwei and the two followed closely behind, and it seemed that this was the last place where Lu Lei's changed ghost stayed.

Before entering the door, both of them were fully prepared, but after entering, it was quiet inside, and there was nothing except resentment rolling for no reason.

These grievances appear as if they appeared out of thin air, without a source.

The paper figure also stood in the middle of the living room and did not move.

"Hey, hey!"

Suddenly, he let out a loud shout.

Before the shouting was over, countless red lines hidden in the shadows suddenly stabbed towards Zhang Jianwei and Shi Bing.