C194 Ma Changgui

I looked at the neat paper man and felt a little afraid to go in.

Zhai Daji and the thin fatty had already found a spot to sit down. Seeing me standing at the door hesitantly, they waved their hands at me. "Come in, we're three missing one."

I thought: This is not a mahjong, why is there still one missing?

I stood at the door and said: "Zhai Daji, can you help me see if Fu Sheng is here? "If you're here, help me call him out."

Zhai Daji stood up and looked down at me condescendingly. He turned his head and said to me, "There are so many people here, who knows where he is? Come in and see for yourself. "

I was a little displeased to think: a living person and a dead person can't be separated?

I hid my phone inside my sleeve and sent a message to the Mr. Zhao: Ma Changgui's house.

Then I walked in and sat beside the Zhai Daji.

The dishes on the table were very simple: a bottle of wine and four wine cups. A bowl of cold rice each followed by a plate of cold chicken. I'm afraid that the more I read, the more awkward this collocation becomes. Isn't this a gift from the grave?

I looked at the people around me, and something even more puzzling happened. Zhai Daji and Fatty were three people. They were clearly alive, but everything seemed so calm that Fatty had the mind to grab a chicken drumstick and start munching on it with relish.

I whispered to the Zhai Daji: "Don't you think there's something wrong with the people around us? I don't think they're alive. "

I chose to ask Zhai Daji for consideration. Zhai Daji looked a little naive. Such people would never lie to others.

Who knew that Zhai Daji would be so straightforward, his voice was loud like a bell, "Hu Chujiu, looks like Fu Sheng is right, your school brain is all embroidered. They're paper people, don't you see? He even said something about not being alive. Hehehe, your eyes are not good, but your brain is still not good. "

Fatty and the skinny man chuckled. Then I heard laughter from other directions, from the paper men.

I was silent for a while before I asked the Zhai Daji, "Paper men can also eat and talk, don't you think that's strange?"

Zhai Daji glanced at me. He continued to shout, "Are you joking? Did you see them eating and talking? "

I didn't say anything, because the paper men were sitting up straight. There was no food on their table, only an incense burner with four incense sticks in it.

The incense burned fast, much faster than ordinary incense. And I found that its smoke was not straight up, but scattered into the four paper men's bodies.

It occurred to me that these paper men were eating too, only they were eating incense.

The thin man smiled at me and said, "Ninth day, is this your first time here?"

I nodded.

The thin man said, "The first time I came here, I was also surprised to see them acting so weird. It was almost like you. In fact, the people who live in these paper men are all dead. "

I nodded my head very carefully. I guessed it was a ghost, but Skinny was a living person, and I still couldn't accept the way he said it.

The thin man said, "These people are also chosen by the heavens. However, the guide child had not appeared, and their lifespans were gone. He could only stay inside the paper man and continue to wait. If you're looking for rich kids, go around every table and maybe you'll see him. "

"Yes," I said, and stood up.

I don't want to attract too much attention, but I have to find Di Fusheng. Who knew that when I stood up, the paper men who were whispering to each other suddenly stopped. They all started to look at me in unison. This feeling was really hard to bear.

I gave a dry laugh and forced myself to clasp my hands at them. The paper men slowly turned their heads and began to speak softly.

Their voices weren't loud, but they were clear enough, but even if I walked up to them, I didn't know what they were talking about. Could it be that these villagers with low education, after death, had all mastered a foreign language?

I didn't know what the paper men were talking about, but I could instinctively sense that what they were discussing had something to do with me. I could even tell they were watching me out of the corner of their eye.

This was ridiculous. The paper man's facial features were all drawn on. What kind of light could they possibly have? But I just had this feeling, and it was real.

I thought to myself, "Wasn't the former general strong enough? Didn't I come out alive? The Ghostly Prison should be filled with a vicious aura, right? What can you do to me? The things in the Wuzhong right? Wasn't this made a fool of by me? What are the paper men here? Some of these little fish are not worth being afraid of at all. "

That's weird, but after I thought about it, those paper men didn't even dare to look at me anymore.

I suddenly remembered something the Mr. Zhao had said. There was no need to be afraid of ghosts. A person's yang energy is like a raging fire. As long as you have no fear in your heart, those brats will run far away.

Of course, if they met a ghost as vicious as a ghost prisoner, the Yang aura of the living would not be enough. There were two things he needed to do to make himself stronger. Make yourself smart when you have something to do.

There were many tables in the courtyard. Some of them were on the same table as the living, some of the paper men were on the same table as the paper men, and some of the living people were on the same table as the paper men.

I looked at each table. But in the end, I still did not discover Zhai Fu and Di Fusheng.

I wondered if he wasn't here. That's not right, the Zhai Daji would not lie to me, if he said he sensed it, then he sensed it.

I turned my head away and began a second time.

When I reached the center of the yard, I suddenly heard a clanging sound. The voice was so sudden that it startled me. Immediately after, the sound of footsteps came from the Inside the house, a person pushed aside the curtain and walked into the courtyard.

All the living and paper men in the courtyard stood up. They were all in a mess. Some of them were talking human words, while others were talking nonsense. I can't understand human speech, I can't understand ghost speech. However, judging from their demeanor, they were all greeting this person.

The person nodded in satisfaction and said, "Take a seat."

The voice was a bit earthy and had a local accent, but there was a hint of murder in it. I felt like this person had probably killed someone before, and probably more than one.

The paper man and the living man sat down, and I stood in the middle of the yard, a little dazed.

That person unhappily shouted, "I said, sit down." He was obviously talking to me.

I hurried over to the living table, but it was a pity that four people were already seated there. These four people clearly didn't care about the friendship between the same kind of people. They didn't show any signs of giving up their seats for me.

I want to return to Zhai Daji's table, but it's a little far away. If I go there, I'll need to spend a lot of time.

As I hesitated, the man on the steps growled, "I said sit down."

Someone beside him said, "Young one, please sit down. "If you make this old horse unhappy and kill you because you lost your qualifications to become an immortal, then you're in for a ride of misfortune."

I turned around and was surprised to find that the one who had spoken to me was a paper man.

There were three paper men sitting on this table, and one of them was missing, so I quickly sat down.

They didn't move, but I could feel the souls inside nodding slightly at me. I also nodded gratefully at them.

I looked at the living people not far away and felt a little regretful in my heart: The world is going down, people are not as good as ghosts.

At this point, I finally had time to look at the people on the steps. I didn't expect that person to be glaring at me, so I quickly lowered my head. After a few seconds, he finally retracted his gaze and looked at the entire courtyard full of living people and paper men.

I whispered to the paper man beside me, "Who's that on the steps?" I know he's an old horse. What's his full name? "

The paper man said in a low voice: "Ma Changgui."

I asked the paper man, "Is he alive or dead?"

The paper man didn't answer me. I asked in bewilderment, "Why did you …"

Before I finished speaking, my neck was suddenly grabbed by an ice-cold hand. I jumped in shock and abruptly raised my head, only to see that Ma Changgui had unknowingly appeared behind me.

He leaned over and stared at me. "You like to talk small talk, don't you?"

I didn't say anything, but put my hand quietly on my stomach. This position allowed me to pull the dagger out as quickly as possible.

I was afraid, but not afraid. In a place like this, fear was a physical instinct, and even saints could not avoid it. But fear and otherwise are controlled by man's reason. I am more confident that if I have the dagger in my hand, I will be able to kill Ma Changgui.

Seeing me not saying a word, Ma Changgui laughed coldly: "What? "If you have the guts, don't you dare to say such small talk? If not, why don't you let others know about it?"

He pointed at the paper man beside him and said, "Go ahead."

The paper man was the one who had just reminded me to sit down. He sat blankly on the stool for a long time before he slowly said, "I didn't hear clearly."

Ma Changgui slapped him across the face, "Trash."

The paper man's head flew off, revealing the soul within. It was an old man, and when I saw him, I felt an emptiness in my stomach.

This was completely a conditioned reflex. Because I know the old man. When I was in town, he set up a stall in front of the school and sold buns. The old man's steamed bun was very cheap, it was thin skinned and big stuffing. We all called him Old Man Bao.

The children of junior high school were growing up and eating as much as they could get hungry, not to mention that in the school cafeteria, they just paid money and didn't do anything. There were often no greasers in the dishes. So every time after evening self-study, hungry we will go to the school gate to buy buns.

Over time, when we saw the Old Man Bao, we formed a conditioned reflex and felt very hungry, so we wanted to eat buns.

He did not expect that after so many years, Old Man Bao had already died and even joined such a messy organization.

I looked at Old Man Bao apologetically, and thought about whether or not I should cut Ma Changgui.

Ma Changgui didn't notice my little trick though. He pointed to a living person on the table next to us and asked: "What did that brat just say?"

The living man said, "This boy asked you if you were alive or dead."

After Ma Changgui heard this, he looked at me while grinning: "Do you think I'm a living person or a dead person?"

I didn't say anything. His hands were cold, but they were different from a corpse's. He must be alive, but the point is, if he's alive, what about the body I dug up?