Chapter 873

After the paper men left, Wang Kang didn't know where he came from. He followed his father, followed the big guy, and went to the foundation.

Qiao Yan Ran one eye saw that big wooden box.

Good guy.

It's a box, but it's bigger than a coffin.

Qiao Yanran is curious, so many paper man, how to plug the box? She leaned over and looked into the box.

It's dark inside.

Qiao Yanran took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function, took a picture inside and touched her chin. "It's strange that the wood has been buried for such a long time, the underground is so damp, and there is no decay or insects."

"It's estimated that some special preservative was used. The wooden box has been buried for some years. It's very old and seriously corroded."

Wang Jing guessed.

Qiao Yanran nodded, thoughtfully, next second actually broke a square box of wood, put under the tip of the nose to smell.

"It's new wood, old wood on purpose, and elm wood."

Even if it is deliberately old, but there are still some differences between new wood and old wood, at first glance, it is quite bluffing, can not see.

Huaimu? There seems to be nothing wrong? This kind of wood is resistant to decay and is suitable for furniture. 】Xiaoyuwan said.

"What the sister means is How long has this wood been buried? " According to Qiao Yanran's meaning, Wang Jing, who came to this conclusion, was surprised.

But it doesn't seem right.

Murakami is a big place. If construction had started here, it would have been discovered long ago. What's more, Wang Kang would have been running here in three days.

Besides, the box is buried under the tree. If you want to bury the box, you have to dig out the tree.

Qiao Yanran didn't speak. She checked the wooden box carefully and found that there were some long hair, nails and rags at the bottom of the box.

At this time, Wang Fu and Wang Kang also came and gathered around the wooden box, looking around.

Qiao Yanran will own discovery, said with two people.

"That piece of rag strip, this material seems to be the primary school uniform of our village..." Wang Kang pointed to a wisp of cloth on the edge of his finger and suddenly opened his mouth.

His daughter is in primary school now.

Last year, the school insisted that the children wear uniform to cultivate the students' collective consciousness. For this reason, he also paid the school uniform fee of no more than 200 yuan.

There are only three school uniforms. The material is OK. It's wear-resistant and doesn't fade.

Everyone's eyes looked at the past.

Qiao Yan Ran seems to have thought of something. She scratched over a dozen paper pricking people just now in her mind and quickly asked, "are you sure?"

Wang Kang scratched his head, thought about it and hesitated I'm not sure. It seems that other clothes may have this kind of material

Qiao Yanran found two sticks from nearby and put the piece of cloth of Wang Kang's finger under the sole of Wang Kang's foot to let him look at it carefully.

Wang Kang pulled the strip around. After seeing the pattern on it, he said seriously, "I'm sure now. I'm sure it's a primary school uniform. Look."

"Some time ago, the missing girls in our village Is there one who is still in primary school? "

Wang Fu half squatted down, looking at Wang Kang, also noticed some of the door, "report it."

When Wang Kang took out his mobile phone and was ready to make a call, those paper pricked people suddenly went back and rushed towards Wang Kang fiercely and accurately.

This paper pricks people. He uses local materials in his hands. He takes bricks and sticks. His moves are faster than before. He also has the method of composition. When Wang Kang sees this battle, he is startled and directly sits in the back.

Qiao Yan see this scene, suddenly wake up, "this paper prick people, is absolutely controlled, the other side is near here!"

When she spoke, she saw that the sharp point of the long sword directly blocked the attack of the paper man.

Just now, they had a fight with these paper men. The other side was not afraid of anything. Although they were covered with paper paste, they would burst as soon as they saw it. In fact, they were just like an iron plate.

It's very difficult to deal with.

Because of this characteristic, as time goes on, they will inevitably fall behind. It is better to withdraw now than at that time.

"Let's get out of here. We'll think of another way when we get back."

Qiao Yan Ran opens a way.

"Go

Wang's father mixed up Wang Kang, who was sitting on the ground.

Wang Kang encountered so many evil things today. Now his legs are too weak to stand up. His strong desire for survival makes him hold on to his father's clothes.

"Wait a minute."

Qiao Yanran looked back at the box and patted her head.

Just now, she just thought about the missing people in the village, and the matching problem of these more than a dozen people, ignoring the most important thing.

She's used this kind of forbidden technique before.

If you want to motivate these paper men, you have to have media - hair, clothes, nails and so on. They don't have to struggle with these paper men.This paper is not afraid of fire, but as long as she burns down the medium, the paper man is finished.

"Where's the lighter? Which of you has a lighter? "

Qiao Yanran said, toward the presence of three people, looked around.

Wang Jing takes out a black lighter from her body and hands it to Qiao Yanran.

Joe Yan Yan gave him a meaningful look, picked up some leaves from the ground, lit them and threw them into the wooden box.

The wooden box was buried under it. It was a little damp, but the inside of the box was not affected. As soon as she put the fire down, the hair in it burned up quickly.

The paper pricking people who were attacking the crowd suddenly caught fire, and a bad smell of burning came out, which was very irritating.

Qiao Yan Ran smelled the smell, feeling some difficulty in breathing, subconsciously covered his nose.

But in the twinkling of an eye, more than a dozen paper people turned into fly ash.

"Poof -"

in Wang Xiaofeng's villa on the second floor.

A middle-aged man sitting cross legged in the room with his eyes closed suddenly spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and his whole body was instantly dispirited, with a lot of silver added to his temples.

Obviously, it's been hit hard.

At this time, Qiao Yanran used the forbidden technique, and he used the forbidden technique, the difference is a little big.

Qiao Yanran uses the forbidden technique, the paper man can achieve the situation of using the fake to confuse the real, aggressive, of course, even if the paper man dies, it will not have any impact on the controller.

It's just a reaction.

And the other side of the use of restraint, is the need to be the soul of the victim in the paper binding, although the physical strength up, but the move also depends on the ability of these victims.

Of course, the other party can choose to control the paper man and fight with the other party. If something happens to the paper man, the party concerned will also be affected.

The latter is more insidious.

"Good, good."

The middle-aged man opened his eyes and wiped the blood on his mouth. His smile was a little chilly. He stood up and went to the window to look at the people outside.

They didn't break into the river, but the other party suddenly burned the paper man he had made and made him suffer such a big loss. How can they give up?

Next.

The big guy looked at the pile of fly ash in front of him and looked at each other. Wang Kang didn't believe it. He hesitated and said, "this, this is the end?"

Those paper men are so fierce.

It's so easy. It's gone?

"Well."

Joe nodded her head.

However, she burned the hair, clothes and other evidence, which was a little troublesome -

of course, if they left, the other party would certainly put away the evidence, rather than burn it.

"What shall we do now?" Wang Kang scratched his head. "Do you want to report it?"

There was a big question in his mind.

This school uniform was newly issued last year. How did this wooden box and these rags get under this tree? The tree has been growing for more than ten years.

"If there is no evidence, you can't report the case. Go back to sleep first."

Yan Ran took a look at the head, Joe quickly found out.

"Let's go."

Qiao Yan Ran looked at Wang Jing and Wang Fu.

"Home?"

Hearing these words, Wang Kang held his father directly, turned around in front of him, and said cautiously, "am I going back like this?

You don't have anything dirty with you, do you? "

Joe gave him a good look.

The other side's luck is not good now - otherwise, they would not encounter these things one after another, and they would go back like this, for fear that they would get sick.

"You take this with you."

Wang Fu took out a piece of Rune paper from his pocket and put it in the palm of his hand. "Just keep it close to your body. Recently, don't go out."

"Yes, yes."

Wang Kang was very careful. He took the Fu paper over, folded it carefully and put it in the pocket inside his coat.

I feel relieved.

"Today's business, please." Wang Kang looked back at the dark wooden box and felt his scalp numb. "Look, can I continue to build this house? Or should we do something to resolve it? "

Wang father waved his hand, "don't move down for the time being."

“…… All right

Wang Kang took out his wallet from his pocket, counted several hundred dollar bills and handed them to his father.

Wang's father didn't refuse either, but he didn't want all of them. He only wanted two of them -

he helped people in the village watch Feng Shui, fortune telling and palmistry. All these things were taken by accident, but the main income of the family was not these.

"Let's go."

Qiao Yanran just fought with those paper men, sweating all over. Now she can't stand any more. She asked again.They didn't dare to go back, so they sent Wang Kang back.

On the way.

"Why do you have a lighter on you?" Qiao Yanran glanced at Wang Jing and wanted to know what answer he gave him.

Wang Jing face unchanged, "this lighter, I took from the table."

Qiao Yanran

I believe in you.

If you don't smoke, do you carry lighters with you on weekdays?

"Do you still have cigarettes on you?" Qiao Yan Ran stares at Wang Jing's eyes, the corner of the lip stirs up a smile.