Chapter 313 The Eyes of the Paper Man
In front of the paper shop.
Two paper figures, one black and one white, had strange smiles on their faces, like welcome guests at the door, staring lifelessly at the two people standing outside the door.
Not only that, Gao Wei, who had turned into a paper man for some unknown reason, was also watching them eagerly, as if he wanted to reveal some information, but couldn't.
Liang Xingyang lowered his head and thought for a moment before walking into the paper shop, followed closely by Yang Jian.
The store was a little dark because there were no lights or windows, so it could only rely on the light coming in from the door.
“This store is unusual. The paper figures sold here are very similar to Liu San’s paper figures. Liu San may be interested in this place.”
Yang Jian’s ghostly eyes peeked The items made of paper, as well as the many paper figures placed inside, gave me an indescribable feeling instinctively.
Every paper man brings him a strong sense of restraint. This material is like a restraint belt, sealing the supernatural being inside and preventing it from spreading out.
Liang Xingyang walked directly into the pile of paper figures and looked at these strange paper figures.
There are paper figurines of beautiful women and paper figurines of ancient slaves. They are all kinds of paper figurines, with strange blush painted on their pale faces. If you distinguish them carefully, you will find that there are only two types of paper figurines.
One is a paper man in black clothes, and the other is a paper man in white clothes. There are some unknown divisions hidden in them.
"Buy one, it's very cheap, only three yuan." A hawking voice echoed strangely in the shop,
Liang Xingyang turned his head solemnly, because the hawking voice sounded like someone lying down. It was the same thing that was shouted in his ears, but he didn't notice it when he turned around.
There are weird paper figures all around. Maybe one of the paper figures spoke secretly without being discovered.
Yang Jian stood outside the pile of paper figures and reminded: "Paper figures are full of uncertainty. Even if you choose supernatural items, don't buy paper figures."
This passage made the paper figure Gao Wei's eyes even more anxious. He took two hard steps forward in the crowd and stood in front of Liang Xingyang, as if he wanted to tell him to let Liang Xingyang buy him.
However, a beautiful paper doll with a graceful figure also came over, pushed aside Gao Wei, and occupied his position, seeming to tell Liang Xingyang that she was more useful and come to buy her.
"Buy one, pick one at will, it only costs three yuan. It used to be sold for nine yuan."
A strange voice sounded next to my ears again, this time the voice seemed to be closer. A little more, and a little more eagerly.
Liang Xingyang touched his chin, ignored the beautiful paper figurine, took two steps forward, grabbed Gao Wei's paper figurine, and said lightly: "I want this paper figurine, the money is here."
A colorful three-yuan note appeared in the palm of my hand.
The deal is done.
A strange cold wind blew out of thin air in the store, purposefully taking away the three-yuan banknotes in his hand.
After buying the paper man Gao Wei, the weird hawking stopped.
The pile of paper figures separated a path, and these paper figures bowed slightly, appearing respectful.
Liang Xingyang’s expression remained unchanged and he walked in front.
Although the paper man Gao Wei could not speak, he seemed to have resumed his actions and followed him step by step away from the pile of paper men.
It is the uncle who spends the money.
This paper-making shop will no longer embarrass him. The ownership of Gao Wei was transferred from the shop to Liang Xingyang.
"Is there anything you like? I'm treating you." Liang Xingyang looked at Yang Jian's incomprehensible expression and told him about Gao Wei's situation.
Yang Jian's ghostly eyes peered at the paper man-like Captain Gao, but found nothing unusual: "I'm not interested. Supernatural items are full of uncertainties, not to mention the paper man, which can easily cause trouble."
Gao Wei quickly gestured with his fingers in the air and wrote a few words to explain: I am a human being.
"There is no need to explain in a hurry. We will wait until we leave here."
Yang Jian still did not relax his vigilance. Some ghosts have the memory of living people, and their behavior will imitate living people, deliberately approaching them. Finally, when the killing pattern is triggered, an attack suddenly breaks out, so we must be on guard against it.
Liang Xingyang didn't care when he saw this.
Although the ghost eye has developed its potential through superposition, it is ultimately incomplete and cannot peek into the supernatural essence through the appearance. In this way, Gao Wei, who is bound by the yellow paper, cannot be seen.
But Captain Gao grabbed Liang Xingyang and gestured in the air: Boss, lend me three yuan.
Liang Xingyang's face was stunned, and he said dumbly: "Don't call me boss."
However, the three-yuan note was lent to Gao Wei.
Lieutenant Gao grinned, took the banknotes, and quickly ran to the back of the counter, reaching out to fumble for something inside. There was a rustling sound, and he took out an old black paper box from inside.
A hint of joy flashed across Gao Wei's face, he placed the three-yuan banknotes on the counter, and happily took away the black paper box.
The two of them did not stay when they saw this. Gao Wei followed closely and left the paper shop together to the street.
"You still can't speak?" Yang Jian asked.
Gao Wei stretched out his hand and gestured: This paper figure can help me relieve the ghost's resurgence, at the cost of not being able to speak.
Liang Xingyang was thoughtful at this time. He looked at Gao Wei's feet. Gao Wei was barefoot. The leather shoes given to him by the shoemaker in Yin Yang Ghost Street were missing. It should be that the leather shoes had failed in mitigating the resurgence of the ghost. was discarded.
"Why are you trapped in this paper shop?" Yang Jian continued to ask.
Gao Wei showed a wry smile, stretched out his hand again, and wrote: I have no money, I originally wanted to rob, but failed, and was made into a paper man by this shop.
This paper-making shop is actually a weird paper house. If the ghost controller violates the taboos in the shop, he will be suppressed by the powerful supernatural being in the paper house and be made into paper figures for sale.
Liang Xingyang stared at the black paper box, but found nothing unusual and said, "What's so special about this paper box?"
Yang Jian's ghost eyes were also watching, but the ghost eyes could not see through this special paper and see what was inside.
Gao Wei gestured: The function of the black cardboard box is to suppress the contents inside.
As he spoke, he opened the black paper box and took out two pieces of eyes cut out of red paper.
The two pieces of red paper have pupil outlines drawn on the eyes. The pupils are deep and scarlet in color, as if they have been soaked in blood.
No.
The eyes cut out of this red paper were really oozing blood, and a round drop of blood tears flowed out of the red paper strangely.
"This is an unresuscitated ghost, suitable to be controlled as a paper man. The paper box is opened, and these eyes are coming to life." After Gao Wei gestured, he quickly put the red paper eyes on to his own eyes.
As soon as the red paper eyes touched the eyes, they immediately stuck to them.
Gao Wei suddenly lowered his head and covered his eyes tightly. It seemed that his eyes were in severe pain, but he could not speak, and blood continued to seep from the gaps in his palms, and blood and tears fell down his palms. to the ground.
“Tick.”
Drops of blood and tears dripped down, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The street pavement was stained with blood and tears, and was scarlet. Only the outlines of pairs of scarlet eyes could be seen in the scarlet.
The blood dried quickly, strangely turning into red paper eyes covering the road.
A strange cold wind blew.
Pieces of red paper eyes are like butterflies, fluttering precariously in the wind.
After a while, pieces of red paper began to drip blood. The blood and tears dried up, and a bunch of red paper eyes appeared on the street, as if they had been randomly thrown here.
These red paper pupils seemed to emit a faint red light, and there seemed to be a figure standing in the scarlet depths, spying on everything outside with the help of these countless red paper eyes.
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