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The child wanted to enter my body, and what would happen when he entered, could be guessed with his toes. He will acquire my identity and live my life as an old man with my body. As for me, I may become a tragic ghost.

I could feel his cold body slowly creeping in. Starting from my scalp, I was slowly numbing and losing feeling bit by bit.

I grabbed the piece of glass and jabbed at the air above me, but it was useless. It didn't work on ghosts.

My head buzzed and for a few seconds I couldn't hear anything. But I could feel that the child had left my body.

Thus, I opened the door and ran outside recklessly.

As soon as I stepped into the yard, I shivered.

There was actually a spirit shed set up in the courtyard. Under the spirit shed was a spirit bed, and on the bed lay a corpse. The brazier in front of the bed was still burning, and there were several stacks of paper money inside.

Who died? Why did he quietly build a spirit shed here? How come I don't know anything at all?

I knew I should be out of here now, but curiosity made me glance at the body on the cot before I left, and then I was frozen, unable to move.

It's me lying on the bed.

What was going on? What was going on? Why is my body lying on the spiritual bed? If that man up there is me, then who am I? Am I dead and I don't know it?

I dared to reach out and examine the body on the bed. As soon as I touched it, I realized that something was wrong. This wasn't a real corpse, it was a paper man.

I was wondering when a hand came from under the bed and grabbed my ankle.

I jumped, but before I could react, the hand pulled me to the floor and dragged me under the bed.

I violently struggled, but he quickly grabbed my wrist and covered my mouth, then whispered in my ear, "Don't move, it's me."

It was the voice of the Mr. Zhao.

I'm even more scared now. Last time he gave me blood, it almost shocked me. What does he want to do to me now?

But I didn't get a chance to ask, because I heard my door being violently opened, and then there was the sound of a kick and tap, and the child came out.

I looked out from under the bed in an awkward position. Then I had a very strange scene.

The child, wearing my shoes and my coat, wandered to the foot of the bed.

Then he stood still and looked at the paper man on the bed. If I use your body, I will soon become an adult and not need to be bullied anymore. "

Then, slowly, he climbed into bed. Soon, it became silent.

Mr. Zhao giggled beside my ear and said, "I saved you once again."

I said, "What nonsense." Then I crawled out from under the bed.

Looking at the paper man now, I was even more afraid. Because the paper man had an expression.

Terror, anger, and malice. These expressions were made from the same face as mine, causing me to feel a chill down my spine.

Mr. Zhao laughed as he picked up the paper man and brought it to Inside the house. Then he said to me, "Take down the shed."

I finally reacted. "You did this?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Yes. Why did you run so fast just now? I chased after you with all my might in the alley, but I just couldn't catch up.

I finally understood that the person in the alley was Mr. Zhao. I don't get it. Why doesn't he have something to say? If he had to be sneaky, who wouldn't run?

The shed was very simple to dismantle. Just a few sticks and a broken mat. The stick was pulled out of the ground and thrown away, and the mat rolled up against the corner. The spiritual bed was the bed of the empty room next door, and the brazier was also the washbasin there. We packed our things and carried them back to the house.

After packing up, I entered the house. I wanted to ask Mr. Zhao what was the meaning of letting out blood for me before.

When I entered the room, I saw that Mr. Zhao was carefully placing the paper man on a chair, and had even put on a crossed leg pose.

I think he's a bit of a psychopath.

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "What exactly happened?"

The Mr. Zhao asked in a daze: "What?"

I showed him my finger and pointed to the paper man.

Mr. Zhao looked outside and then carefully closed the door. He said to me: "Tonight, I plan to let you hide under Xia Xin's bed. Do you still remember?"

I nodded.

Mr. Zhao said, "But who is Xia Xin? Those are living corpses, they're very sensitive to both the living and the dead. If you go in like this, you'll be discovered immediately. That's why I gave you some blood and made you weak. This way, your living aura would be greatly reduced. If you put on this outfit, she won't notice. "

I felt very unlucky, but what Mr. Zhao said made sense, so I changed it.

Mr. Zhao then pointed at the paper man: "I did not waste any of your blood, it was all written on white paper, and now it has become such a paper man."

Then he asked me with interest, "Did you see a ghost?"

I nodded.

Mr. Zhao said, "Your body was already filled with bad luck and your body was weak because of me letting out blood. If you didn't look for a ghost, the ghost would look for you. "So I caught a ghost with your paper man."

"The kid in here is very nice. It's similar to your birthday, with the same name, and he's trapped inside your paper man. After a while, Xia Xin came back. She looked at the distance and thought that you were sitting here. However, she didn't know that you had already hidden under her bed. This double is so good, but you said it's not good? "

I said, "Very good. But I almost lost my life. "

Mr. Zhao patted my shoulder: "A human's life is just that fragile, you better cherish it."

He looked at his watch and said to me, "You hurry up and eat. After you're done, go and hide under the bed of the summer heart. She'll be back in fifteen minutes."

I curiously asked, "How did you know?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "She took a taxi to buy some stuff in the afternoon. I told the driver to pull her around the county city a few times. Don't bring her back until eight o'clock in the evening. "

There's nothing to eat in this courtyard, but Mr. Zhao brought me some buns. It was unknown whether it had been there for a long time or what was going on. It was already cold, and not even the slightest bit of hot air could be seen.

As I ate the steamed buns, I asked the Mr. Zhao, "What exactly are you doing? "Why are you helping me so enthusiastically?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "We don't seek anything. We see injustice on the road. Just like when you saw that young couple, unmarried and pregnant, you had to pretend to be a Taoist to scold them. "

I had nothing to say to him but to bury my head in my food.

He ate his fill and drank his fill of water. Mr. Zhao and I sneaked into Xia Xin's room.

Mr. Zhao opened her bed and laid a painting on it.

In the painting, there was an old man with a crown and a ribbon in one hand, holding a piece of paper in the other, and holding a fan in the other. Even though it was outside the painting, I could still feel his righteousness.

The old man was looking at himself in the mirror, but he was a little confused.

In the mirror, he was wearing a woman's outfit, and he was winking at her with his flowery fingers.

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "What is this?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "This painting is called Dreamscape. When a person is awake, he or she hides his or her true self. In dreams, they let down their guard. Later on, when Xia Xin lies on top of this painting, she will have a dream. In the dream, she will reveal her true identity. "

I nodded.

Mr. Zhao said, "Alright, you can go in."

I looked under the bed. There was a lot of dust, so I looked around the room for a broom.

At this moment, the sound of three car whistles came from outside. Mr. Zhao panicked and said to me, "This is the code the driver gave me. Xia Xin will be back in two more minutes."

Then he reached for Xia Xin's bed and kicked me under it.

I wanted to sneeze, but I covered my mouth and nose with my hand.

Mr. Zhao had already escaped, it was pitch black. I could only lie there quietly and listen for any movement outside.

I heard Xia Xin entering the courtyard. Mr. Zhao greeted her and invited her to our room for dinner, but Xia Xin didn't agree. Then she went to her room.

I lay under the bed, my heart thumping. I don't know why, but there's only one thought in my head right now: "When people sleep, they always take off their clothes, right? Even if Xia Xin is a live corpse, she would not be immune to it, right? "