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During the Qianlong period, outside the Dongzhimen of the capital, ghosts cried tombs

It was midnight, and the wind was shrill and the shadows were scattered.

There are several dilapidated and half-fallen tombstones on the hillside, which are unclear when and when they were buried. Only the cold wind was heard pouring in, and the wind roared like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

This is also the origin of the name of the Ghost Crying Tomb.

This place is where the graves without a master are standing in a mess. A strange rock forest is surrounded by an indescribable strange atmosphere. Looking closely, you can see a thatched hut with a dilapidated door, standing in the middle of a messy grave.

There was only one lamp in the thatched hut, a few damaged tables and chairs, and the oil lamp was half dry. Relying on the bed, an old man was half lying, with a tall beard and a slim and a slim pendant. It was obvious that this man was in a down-and-out manner, living alone here as if he was a gravekeeper.

But there were a group of paper letterers sitting around the old man!

The candlelight was swaying and the group of paper people were vivid and the eyebrows were empty and unconscious. The blood-red paper mouth was painted with cinnabar and a black mole was lit. The head of the paper people seemed to be covered with real hair, which made people feel frightened and furious.

The old man counted the paper people in front of him, and there were no more or less, just eighteen. The exquisite paper letters surrounded the bed, and each of them looked unconscious, with a pale face.

All the paper men faced the bed, staring at themselves with unswerving eyes, as if they had something to say. Whenever the night wind came in through the wall, the paper men involved swayed for a while, as terrible as a living person.

"It's all..."

The old man staggered and his voice was weak. His face was sallow, and he felt desolate against such a cold night. It seemed that he would be in the near future.

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the group of paper men nodding!

For such a strange moment, although the lights were weak and unreal, these paper men clearly seemed to nod their heads gently by the strange wind. How could it be fearless?!

The old man sighed and continued:

"I, the master of life-destroying, have already avoided everything I should avoid. Now, I can't avoid this. Let's take care of the funeral in the next few days."

There was no words inside the house, and the swaying candlelight became dimmer. Outside the house, there were unknown ticks and sounds of bleakness, which were out of place and strange. And the group of paper men were still looking at the old man without expressing their opinions.

The old man sighed again:

"I had expected it, and it seems that you would not let me go so easily. I am also unwilling to accept the final master of the dead. Forget it, I will force it to deduce it once before my death. I will find a child to take care of you."

After saying that, the old man struggled to get up, pinched his hands and quickly calculated...

"There is no wind in the wilderness, no self in heaven, no disciple in humanity, no door in the underworld..."

The hoarse voice was as if he was swallowing a date and was sobbing, but as the old man closed his eyes and thought, the candlelight in the house flashed and it turned out!

For a moment, the hut was pitch black and dull, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

puff!

The candlelight lit up again! However, it was the strange green light, burning the only living person in the house, which was suffocating. The candlelight shadow blanched on the faces of a group of paper people, making it even more evil.

Somehow, the group of paper people seemed to laugh! The scarlet mouth seemed to rise a little, the candlelight was unstable, and the old man was lying in his mouth and saw something appear in his hand:

A shiny bone? I don’t know what kind of remains are shed, and the whole body is shiny and cut into a knife. A red stone is inlaid on the handle of the bone knife, deep and hidden chaos. A bundle of hair is wrapped around the gray hair. Although the bone knife looks exquisite and clever, there is a bloody murderous aura sweeping out from the blade.

The old man slashed his palm with a knife. The cold blade had already penetrated before the blade touched the skin. A line of blood flowed down the wound. The old man hurriedly took out a stack of yellow paper and quickly folded out a villain.

The palms were withered, the blood was flowing like a stream, and the old man was sweating on his head. This small paper man was stacked, but it was made of blood seeping.

After the witchcraft ceremony was over, the old man took a piece of cloth and bandaged the wound. He sent the paper man to the candlelight of Luying with a serious expression and lit it:

The little paper man had a ferocious face and blood burned her body. He was flirting with flames and started to rush, crackling and twisting and struggling.

After a moment, the paper man turned into ashes. The old man nodded, as if he had seen something. He reached out and carefully wiped the paper man into his palm, lowered his head and recited a few words silently, and a strange wind suddenly arose again.

Woo...

The paper ash in the palm fell with the wind, the green candle was extinguished again, and it regenerated again, returning to the orange light.

The old man didn't know what he was silently chanting, as if he was very weak. He lay on the bed again, closing his eyes and pondering.

"Whoever ends this case is considered his apprenticeship."

A group of paper people were still watching the old man, empty and speechless. It was not until the candlelight was resurrected that they could see it clearly:

The old man's legs were actually made of paper! And the eighteen paper-made people in the room were missing four when the candlelight was extinguished!
Chapter completed!