Chapter 111

Paper man?!

Wu Xiong and Chen feileng stood still like a puppet.

They couldn't figure out why there were paper people lying in bed?

Where's Xu Xiaofeng?

Suddenly.

There was a roar in their ears:

"What are you doing?!" Feng Yuan rushed up with an arrow step and slapped the peace blessing in the air to the ground.

"Pa!"

Ping'an Fu, who fell to the ground, was kicked away by Feng Yuan and stained with a lot of dust.

But the faint golden light dissipated.

Then.

Feng Yuan looked at sister-in-law Lin and sister-in-law a Xiang with red eyes, and one hand suddenly pointed to the door.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Sister-in-law Lin and sister-in-law a Xiang were so frightened that they took a big step back.

In their eyes, Feng Yuan has always been a gentle appearance, just like a scholar in a TV play.

Never had a crush on anyone.

It was also the first time they saw Feng Yuanfa so angry.

But at the thought of the strange scene just now, they were scared stiff in place.

I can't move a step for a long time.

Wu Xiong and Chen Fei hurried forward and protected them behind. Wu Xiong turned to sister-in-law Lin and whispered, "you go home first. We'll talk about everything when we go back."

As if she had finally felt a little warmth, sister-in-law Lin suddenly took a breath. She didn't know where her strength came from. She dragged sister-in-law a Xiang, who was a circle bigger than her, and ran quickly to the door.

After they left, Wu Xiong and Chen Fei looked carefully at Feng Yuan.

In the dark, he clenched the jade amulet that Qin Feng had used before.

Feng Yuan didn't even look at them. His face was anxious. He walked to the table, "Ding Ding Dong" looked in the drawer and found a strange spice with his trembling right hand.

He picked up the lighter with his trembling left hand.

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

"Pa!"

I don't know whether it's because Feng Yuan's hand is too shaking or there's something wrong with the lighter. Feng Yuan tried it several times and didn't hit the lighter.

Suddenly.

"Pa!"

A cluster of flames lit up, but it was not the lighter in Feng Yuan's hand.

It's Wu Xiong.

"Use this." Wu Xiong put his hand holding the lighter in front of Feng Yuan. Chen Fei's face changed: "Lao Wu..."

Before Chen Fei said anything, he was blocked by Wu Xiong with his left hand.

Before things are clear, they'd better not draw a conclusion casually. After spending so many years with Feng Yuan, he intuitively believes that Feng Yuan will not harm them.

Unless Feng Yuan is no longer Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan took a deep look at Wu Xiong. Without speaking, he lit the spice in his hand.

instant.

A puff of smoke rose slowly, and the strange smell filled the whole room and jumped into the nostrils of Wu Xiong and Chen Fei.

They instinctively covered their mouths and noses.

Next second.

But he saw Feng Yuan rush to the bedside and slowly circle the paper man with the rising fragrance of green smoke.

I'm still talking about something.

With bursts of smoke, the thin paper man suddenly became solid.

Then.

The paper man has skin and flesh.

It's like a real living man.

"Hiss -"

Wu Xiong and Chen Fei watched the paper man turn into Xu Xiaofeng, and couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning.

It just feels creepy.

Goose bumps all over the body.

Even if they had seen Jiuyou hell before, they still felt thrilled when they saw the scene in front of them.

Jiuyou hell is the means of the City God.

How can ordinary people compare?

But now, Feng Yuan, the neighbor they get along with day and night, a living person, can turn a paper man into a living person.

This is a horror film in front of them.

How can they not be afraid?

The two tightly grasped the jade amulet in their hands, swallowed their saliva, and carefully moved towards the door.

Suddenly.

There was an urgent voice in my ear:

"Xiao Feng! Xiao Feng, wake up!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Why can't Xiaofeng wake up? No... no..." Feng Yuan was stunned and hugged Xu Xiaofeng.

Even the icy breath wrapped him tightly and made him feel frozen.

He also held Xu Xiaofeng tightly and didn't give up.

"No, you'll be fine, you'll be fine..." Feng Yuan kept talking, but his red eyes were full of tears.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't force you to eat. Will you wake up, please wake up..."

"Patter!"

"Patter!"

A drop of tears rolled down from Feng Yuan's face to Xu Xiaofeng's body.

But where the tears fell, the body seemed to be like a living person, but it was extremely fragile and constantly turned into wet paper.

As soon as Feng Yuan's face changed, he hurriedly released Xu Xiaofeng, but Xu Xiaofeng's little body still changed back to a paper man, and the rest of his body was also a little illusory.

"How could it... How could it..." Feng Yuan's tears blurred his eyes and stared at the paper man on the bed.

"Poop!"

Feng Yuan knelt on the ground, as if he had fallen into a dull general.

Don't move.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xiong and Chen Fei, who were going to leave the room, were also stunned.

"Feng... Feng Yuan?" Chen Fei swallowed his saliva and looked at Feng Yuan nervously, but Feng Yuan didn't respond. He still knelt on the ground as if he were stupid.

Wu Xiong shook his fist nervously and summoned up the courage to take a big step forward.

"Feng Yuan, is Xiaofeng dead?"

Hearing this, Feng Yuan seemed to have some reactions.

He trembled and murmured, "no... she's not dead. She's just tired. Take a rest... Yes, just take a rest."

Seeing that Feng Yuan could still communicate, Wu Xiong was also slightly relieved and boldly pointed to the half paper man on the bed: "Feng Yuan, take a good look. Is it really Xiaofeng lying on the bed?"

"Xiaofeng..." a soft whisper sounded. Feng Yuan looked up at the half paper man, with unspeakable sadness and pain in his eyes.

"Alas..."

Wu Xiong sighed and continued to say to Feng Yuan, "Feng Yuan, I don't know why you can turn the paper man into Xiaofeng. I hope you can tell us what happened, Xiaofeng, she... When did she die?"

"No!" Feng Yuan gave a roar, suddenly stood up and rushed to Wu Xiong.

Holding Wu Xiong's clothes tightly in his hands, he shouted with a distorted face:

"Xiaofeng didn't die. If it weren't for you, she would still be with me. She would always be with me. It's all your fault. Why should you give her peace?"

"Why!"

The roar continued to reverberate in the room, which also startled Chen Fei. He hurried forward and pushed Feng Yuan away.

"Why? Not because of you!"

"Because of me?" Feng Yuan loosened his grip on Wu Xiong's collar and stared at Chen Fei.

But the red eyes are full of disbelief.

Chen Fei's face was horizontal and angrily roared, "of course it's because of you. If Xiao Feng didn't find you sneaking most of the night, how could he ask us for peace and security and protect you?"

Feng Yuan was stunned.

He never thought that everything was because of himself.

He killed Xiaofeng!

Suddenly.

Feng Yuan closed his eyes and fell back with his head up.

Wu Xiong's face changed. He quickly held Feng Yuan and asked anxiously, "Feng Yuan, what's the matter with you?"

Feng Yuan somewhat weakly opened his eyes and looked at the half paper man on the bed, but a happy smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "with the same life and body, Xiaofeng is terrified, and I can't live..."