Du Lai promised that Fu Miaoxue would come back as soon as possible. Compared with detouring along the tortuous corridor, of course, it was faster to climb over the wall and come in.
But if the people outside were not Du Lai, who would they be
The three of them all stared at the figure vigilantly.
The atmosphere in the room was tense in an instant.
Shen Mo pulled the piece of paper from his wrist, turned it into a dagger in his hand with a slam, and whispered to Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue, "You two stand back."
Fu Miaoxue quickly hugged Bai Youwei's arm!
Bai Youwei pulled twice, but couldn't move.
Fu Miaoxue suppressed her voice and said nervously to Shen Mo, "Take it easy, what if it's really my boyfriend outside..."
Bai Youwei thought to herself, if it was really Du Lai and deliberately frightened them outside like this, it would be a good thing to be slashed.
Shen Mo suddenly shot!
He was so fast that the two women were startled. Before they could react, the door was suddenly opened by him!
The dagger in his hand is like a cold light! Directly stab the figure outside the door!
rustle-
No screaming, no shouting, just rustling like tearing paper!
Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue both shuddered and saw a paper figure outside, stabbed by Shen Mo, and then split open!
sand…
The extremely thin and brittle paper figurine, when encountering an extremely sharp blade, split in half almost instantly, was knocked flying by force, and then floated lightly into the garden.
The rain fell on the paper figurine, dripping and dripping, wetting the paint on its face.
black eyeballs...
bright red lips...
A little bit of smudged, flowing down the rain, like scars.
Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue came to the door and looked at the paper puppets in the garden that were torn in half, their throats seemed to be strangled, and their tight hearts could not be loosened.
They grew up in the city, and even if they have been exposed to folk customs and funeral culture, they are mostly Westernized etiquette. Now facing this kind of paper, they feel unspeakably uncomfortable, goosebumps and even their scalps are numb. of.
I can't understand why the old ancestors invented such terrifying and thrilling things, can't we do a good job of funerals
The paper, which was originally just a thin layer, was pasted on the thin bamboo pieces, and quickly became tattered after being drenched by the rain.
Like colorful muddy shreds, hanging on bamboo sheets, drenched by the rain, blown by the wind, swaying...
The silence lasted for a while, and they suddenly heard the sound of rushing running! As soon as he turned his head, he saw Du Lai running back out of breath!
Fu Miaoxue rushed over with a wow!
"Why did you come back?! You scared me to death just now!!!"
He restrained Du Lai's neck again and asked, "Didn't you say you'll be back in 6 minutes?! How many 6 minutes? How many 6 minutes?! You said it!!!"
Shen Mo also questioned him: "Did something happen on the road?"
Du Lai came back a little late indeed.
His face was pale, his body was soaked wet, there was rain and sweat, and he didn't look like he was going out for a trip, it was more like running a marathon!
"Let's talk about entering the room." Du Lai took Fu Miaoxue's hand away and dragged her into the room in a hurry.
Shen Mo walked at the end, looked both sides vigilantly, turned to enter the room, and closed the door.
Du Lai in the room sat on a chair to rest, gasping for breath, and after a while, he told them:
"It didn't take much time to find the Lucky Girl, but when I came back, I encountered a ghost hitting the wall. No matter how I went around, I couldn't get out, and I kept going around in the veranda."
"It must be that paper man who is playing tricks!" Fu Miaoxue had lingering fears, and burrowed into Du Lai's arms, "It pretended to be you just now, and I almost opened the door for it!"