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Bai Changsheng looked at the paper letters approaching step by step, and no longer had the idea of ​​living, he thought of dying early and rebirth early.

Ji Li doesn't think so, this hatred: The talented man in Beijing has no chance, and there is such an evil ghost in front of him to take his life. Do you think it will be afraid of fire?

The two of them had their own ideas, but they were in a consistent sense of fear and anxiety.

I saw the paper man slowly stepping over, gradually stopping, and standing in front of the two people. Ji Li took out the fire note from his waist and handed it to Bai Changsheng and whispered:

"Give it a try, it might like this."

"Go, God will give a great responsibility to the dead." Bai Changsheng knew what this meant when he looked at the fire letter. Although he had this intention, who dared to provoke it when he was dead? If he didn't understand it, he might die.

The two of them were trembling and waiting for their hair to fall. The paper man arrived in front of him and did not move. Ji Li looked around and saw that there was no movement. He wanted to run away first, but just moved his butt...

The paper man in front of him moved again!

"Oh my mother, I'm going to kill you and cut you quickly. This is too exciting." Ji Li screamed. As soon as he moved, he moved, and wasn't he so scared that his heart almost stopped.

The paper-teller did not make a fuss, but took a piece of paper from his chest, took out a small paper-teller from his hair, and handed it to Bai Changsheng.

Or not?

Bai Changsheng and Ji Li didn't dare to breathe. They were speechless in their eyes. Bai Changsheng took it with his teeth. But as soon as he got his hands, he felt that the paper man in front of him seemed to smile evilly. Bai Changsheng was so scared that he quickly threw the thing he received on the ground. The paper man was angry when he threw it!

In an instant, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the ends of the paper man's hair drifted away, and his expression was very fierce and vicious.

"Your grandma's, pick it up quickly! You threw it away from you when someone gave you it. It's so rude!"

Ji Li was watching the paper man get angry, and quickly scolded Bai Changsheng while prostrating to kneel on the ground, and actually took out a handkerchief to wipe the paper man's feet!

The paper man had a bulging foot, and Ji Li was not in the mood to think about it carefully.

"You should stop, rest, sir, big ghosts don't care about villains."

Bai Changsheng said that he had never seen such a shameless person in his life. Even ghosts had to be so flattering and pleased. He really wanted to kick him to death. But it was not the time now. He knew the importance of it. He quickly picked up the things thrown on the ground and held them tightly in his hand.

The paper man looked at it, nodded, and ignored Ji Li at all. Then he turned around and went out, and his mouth seemed to be creaking and chewing something, but he couldn't see clearly.

Just leave like this?

Ji Li and Bai Changsheng could only see the back of the paper man with the faint candlelight, accompanied by the chewing sound, and felt as if they were chewing bones, and their hair stood up.

"Did you think this thing was a thief during your lifetime? Or a foodie? It tastes unusual."

Ji Li whispered, and Bai Changsheng kicked him down. But in the blink of an eye, the two of them looked up again, and the paper man was gone.

The moonlight was pale, the crows cried endlessly, and the streets were silent.

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Look at me, look at you, are you here to give gifts?

"No matter what, you can see what it is. What if it is a living person who likes to eat, steamed or burned, braised or vinegar-free, we should prepare it? Let's hurry up and run away. I think this may be a recipe."

Bai Changsheng glared at him, thinking that this man had reached a certain level of despicability. However, he also knew what to worry about, so he followed the candlelight and looked at the things written on the paper:

Living people have skills, but no way to kill their lives. These eight techniques of living people are a chapter of the conscience of heaven and earth. I hope you can carefully examine it. However, when discussing the affairs of the world, it is like a red-haired and old...

It is densely packed, and I have written many lines, but it is eight spells.

Bai Changsheng saw it and was surprised: What kind of articles and Dharmas is this? How can it be like heresy, killing people's lives and leading to their own good and bad fortune? Subduing people's souls and driving away ghosts and gods? Is this too evil?

I looked carefully again, but I still couldn't understand it, but I didn't just throw it away. I put it in the storage compartment and picked up the small paper man again:

The fold is vividly folded, with bright eyes. Although it is small, it is very delicate, as if a living person has reduced his size. It is bulging and straw is stuffed into the heart. What is this?

Bai Changsheng couldn't recognize it, so he didn't write it on the paper, so he could only put it up. Ji Li, who was standing beside him, kept reading it, and found that it was not a recipe or a beauty, so he was completely out of interest.

"Okay, after this, I am also sighing about the impermanence of life. Forget it, brother, please sleep well, I'm back too. It seems that you have no useful magic weapon. Gaiming still has to go to the temple to invite Master Guan Er to come back from the Dharma body. At least I am familiar with my father. After you leave, you will see you back!"

As soon as Ji Li finished speaking, he lifted up his robe and took big steps before leaving.

"You wait!"

Bai Changsheng saw Ji Li leaving and immediately stopped him. Ji Li turned around and saw that Bai Changsheng picked up the "ancestral wooden stick" again, looking at him with malicious intentions.

"I've been holding you back for a long time..."

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As the sky turned, the morning light was bright.

Bai Changsheng was very tired and rubbed his shoulders. He used too much force when he was hitting that Ji Li last night, and now he was still a little sore. Looking back, thinking about the strange things he experienced last night, there was a paper man coming to give gifts, which is absolutely understandable. If he really had a disaster, he would be inescapable of the cause and effect, so he simply ignored it and lived a life.

I remembered that I still had to make a coffin. Bai Changsheng no longer delayed his time. He grabbed the pancake cushion and cut the coffin with a carving knife in the other hand.

Halfway through the carving, it was time to draw talismans and chant mantras to keep your name. Bai Changsheng thought for a while: This longevity material was originally prepared for Wen Yan, but it has been prepared for Wen and Wu. There is no such thing as a second-hand one. It is a big disadvantage for others and oneself. How should we carve it?

Eight Immortals Yin Ge, Shou Bai Fu Lu? Wen Wu died at such a young age. These two brothers are too strange and cannot write like this.

The auspicious dragons in all seas, swallow clouds and hanging bats? Although one of the civil and military men looks at the reckless martial artists and the other looks at the weak scholars, they have no fame and reputation, and it is not appropriate to write like this.

After thinking about it, these two people could not make coffins according to ordinary people's etiquette. Bai Changsheng remembered the taboos Bai Sanshi told him during his lifetime, and then he had an idea:

The coffin lid was raised horizontally, and a straw-sized air hole was carved with a drill knife. The coffin was dismantled again, and a copper nail was inlaid under the board. The nail was wrapped with red lines as a guide, and then it was put together again.

The birthday ceremony of ordinary people cannot be made of nails, which is a sign of great danger. However, this coffin is a strange thing, and there must be someone who dies suddenly in it. This is appropriate.

This is according to the rules stated by my father: Those who die unjustly are not allowed to seal the coffin, and must leave a hole for resentment to relieve the resentment, so that people can be reborn. Later, Bai Changsheng engraved a line of words on the bottom of the coffin:

The heavenly coffin is blessed and reborn in cause and effect.

Everything was ready, and Bai Changsheng then breathed a sigh of relief. No matter whether it was useful or not, if there was really evil things in the future, it would not be a problem for him. He would do everything he should do, and he would do his best to burn incense and sacrifice, and this coffin would be less than paint and seal the paint.

After a while, he sat in a tea chair. Bai Changsheng didn't notice that someone was lifting up the curtain of a carriage not far away and looking at him.
Chapter completed!