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I asked Mr. Zhao in bewilderment, "Why don't yellow hair and the others need you to retrieve their bodies?"

The Mr. Zhao said with a sigh: "These people were hoodlums when they were alive, but they will become evil spirits when they die. They still need my help? I should be worried about the kid who stole their bodies. "

I nodded in deep agreement.

So, those who have followed Mr. Zhao and I up till now must be because of me. I looked at Ma Ke and Teacher Zhou beside me.

I curiously asked Ma Ke: "Weren't you not fond of learning before? What's wrong with you recently? "

Ma Ke's face was actually a little red. He dryly laughed and said, "Erm … Didn't Xia Xin like to learn? "

I was a little stunned. "Xia Xin likes to learn? How come I've never heard of it? "

Ma Ke said: "Last time I asked her what type he liked, and she told me to study properly, isn't that hinting at me? "The meaning is, I'm quite a good person. As long as my grades are up, I'll have a chance."

I rubbed my temples and thought, "Love is blind. Xia Xin has been living in the Underworld since she was young, she probably has a higher education than Ma Ke. "

The Mr. Zhao said to the two of them: "It's almost dawn, find a place to hide first. When it's night, I'll help you find your flesh."

Ma Ke and Teacher Zhou nodded, and then went to find a place to rest.

Mr. Zhao looked left and right before bringing me towards waste grave. I was unwilling to leave, and said to Mr. Zhao: "We just came out from inside, why are we going again? That place is too dangerous, I don't want to go there anymore. "

Mr. Zhao said, "If you don't go, how are you going to take our things back?"

I curiously asked, "What is it?"

Mr. Zhao had a strange expression, "You didn't see that, right? There are two paper men... "

I immediately said, "Yes, there are two paper men. What was the paper man for?

Mr. Zhao whispered: "This thing is called molt. When I first entered the waste grave, I was worried that something might happen, so I left the two of us with the molt. Even if something happens to us, with the molt on the mortal world, we can still have a chance at survival. "

I nodded. As I followed Mr. Zhao, I asked, "What if he loses it?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Then we can't really be considered to have returned to the human world, we might really become live corpses like Xia Xin."

As soon as he said this, the two of us stopped and looked at the grave in front of us with worried expressions.

The place where the molt was located was empty, our paper man was gone.

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Since Grandpa Gu has held back, we can often turn the tide. Yet, you dug a pit for yourself. We already escaped, but you pushed me again. "

Mr. Zhao scratched his head: "Don't be anxious, let's look around. Maybe the strong wind blew the paper man away."

I muttered, "Do you believe that?"

I looked to the east and saw that it had already turned white. It was still dark, but I knew it would be dawn in a few minutes.

I sighed and followed Mr. Zhao in search of him.

After a moment, Mr. Zhao exclaimed and ran forward with a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "Did you find it?" I asked uneasily.

Mr. Zhao said, "Pretty much."

I wondered, "Almost what do you mean?"

Mr. Zhao led me around a stone tablet, and I saw a paper horse behind it.

Mr. Zhao patted the horse's head and smiled to me. "Do you recognize this horse?"

I looked at the blood on the horse's leg and said, "Yes, of course."

The Mr. Zhao said to me, "This horse arrived earlier than us. Maybe he saw where our molt went. I'll ask him. "

I asked, puzzled, "What?" You are Bo Le, and you know the language of horses. "

Mr. Zhao laughed, "I don't understand Ma language, but it's more or less the same."

He walked around and found a broken jar. There was some water in the jar, probably left there after a rain.

Mr. Zhao came back with a broken jar, squatted in front of the horse and muttered: "If I die, I become a ghost. Although ghosts were desolate, they at least had the appearance of a human. To enjoy the worship of one's loved ones. Brother, you're in a lot of trouble. You became a horse, not only a horse, but a paper horse as well. "If you have a mouth, you can't speak. If you have a mouth, you can only let others drink to your heart's content. It's such a pity that we meet today. It's fate that we meet today. This goblet of wine, I toast you."

Then he held the broken jar and poured it on the ground.

I almost burst out laughing. "Mr. Zhao, what are you joking about? This was also wine? You even lied to the dead. "

Mr. Zhao suddenly turned his head and stared: "What do you know?"

His voice was hoarse and his expression was fierce. He looked very different from his usual appearance. I was shocked and didn't dare to speak anymore. The Mr. Zhao actually picked up the broken jar and splashed the water on my face.

The water was cold and it gave me a jolt, and then my mind went blank. I shook my head hard, feeling a little slow in my reactions. The world seemed to have become blurry, and my thoughts were frozen. There were many things I couldn't understand.

Vaguely, I saw Mr. Zhao's expression walk around me in a weird circle, his mouth uttering words that I didn't understand.

It scares me. However, I had no way to escape. It was as if my body was controlled by him. I could only stand straight in the grave, staring at the sky. There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, and it looked like it was going to sink into the ground.

The night wind was so cold that I shivered. Suddenly, I heard another voice, whispering a few words.

Then, the Mr. Zhao began to speak again. When the Mr. Zhao finished speaking, that voice appeared again. It was as if they were asking and answering a question.

I thought: Did the paper horse speak? But when they speak, why doesn't the Mr. Zhao allow me to listen?

I strained my ears to hear what they were saying. But the sound was so far away and so close that I couldn't hear it clearly.

I shook my head, forcing myself to clear it, and then, to my horror, I realized that the answer was coming from my own mouth.

I... What am I saying? Who controlled my mouth?

I looked at Mr. Zhao in fear, but he was looking at me in a strange, emotionless way, as if he didn't recognize me at all.

It was a terrible feeling, and I don't know how long I stood there in the graveyard. Suddenly, from the village not far away, I heard the cry of a chicken. I immediately felt my body loosen. It was as if a drowning person had finally been pulled to the shore. I was completely free.

I plopped to the ground and began to breathe heavily.

I raised my head to look at Mr. Zhao and asked snappily, "What did you do to me now?"

Mr. Zhao laughed: "I didn't punish you, I just borrowed your mouth, I just asked you a few things."

I said, "If you want to ask something, ask directly. Why do you need my help?"

The Mr. Zhao laughed dryly and said, "His soul is trapped inside the horse, so it's hard to take out. However, he has your blood on him, so you can speak out his grievances through you. "

I nodded and asked the Mr. Zhao, "What did the horse say?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Paper horse told me that he was originally a man of the world. For the first half of his life, he lived without worries and did not fight against the world. After he retired and could not stay idle, he wanted to find a job and earn some pocket money."

"It just so happens that he has a nephew who is a police officer. Although his position is not very high, he can be brought to the police station as a small assistant police officer."

I exclaimed, "Third Elder?"

Mr. Zhao looked at me in bewilderment. "You know this horse? "You still have relatives?"

I scratched my head. "I don't know." That assistant police called him 'Third Master'. I think I've seen him before. "

Mr. Zhao acknowledged his presence and continued, "When I first became an assistant police officer, I was rather responsible. I felt that since I had already taken their wages and wasn't doing anything, it was really unjustifiable. So every day is hard work. The first thing to do is to go to work, and the latest thing to do is to leave work. "

I smiled and said, "It's always like this when you've just started work. In less than a month, you've already become an old fart."

Mr. Zhao laughed: "But the paper horse did not last for a month. He suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his good friend. Because his surname is Sun, everyone calls him Boiler Sun. As for his original name, no one actually knows it. "

"Paper horses were good friends with Boiler Sun in the past, the two of them often drank together. But after becoming an assistant police officer, with his sharp senses, he realized that something was amiss with the Boiler Sun.

"This brat always comes out at night and day. At night, he sneaks around, but I don't know what he went to do. He didn't come back until dawn. Furthermore, there's a incense stick inside the house, burning incense to worship buddhas all day long. However, there aren't any pictures of gods or buddhas on the table. It's unknown just who they are worshipping. "

"The horse decided to find out and see what his good friend was up to every day. If he was wrong, he would give him a hand. If he endangers society, then he can only exterminate his parents. "

"So one night, this horse was waiting in front of Boiler Sun's door. It was a cold day, and the sky was overcast, as if it were going to snow. The paper horse was still shivering from the cold, and he was wearing a large cotton jacket. When it was the latter half of the night, he could no longer hold on and wanted to return home. But right at this moment, the door to the Boiler Sun opened. He walked out from the Inside the house. "

"The paper horse immediately hid itself in the shadows and followed the Boiler Sun down the road in the countryside. Boiler Sun walked all the way to the vicinity of Wuzhong. Instead of going through the main entrance, he went over the wall and went in. "

"The horse lied on top of the wall and looked inside. It realized that the Boiler Sun was inside. Kowtow to the grave burning paper one by one, just like a filial son. However, the horse knew clearly that this was an ownerless grave. It was too old, who knew who was buried inside? What exactly does Boiler Sun burning paper mean? "

"At that time, he did not reveal anything and only waited for Boiler Sun to finish burning the paper before returning home. After that, he knocked on the Boiler Sun's door. He felt that the two of them were good friends, and it wasn't too much to ask him about this matter.