Just then, I glanced back at the gate of the courtyard.
The row of paper effigies had been facing away from us, but now they all turned their heads simultaneously, staring directly at our hiding spot.
The paper faces are very rigid, yet they exude a sense of ominousness and mystery.
Suddenly, a paper figure swayed up and down and began to float towards us.
The other seven paper figures mimicked the same movement.
Even the most agile paper figures are stiff.
Along with the stiffness, my heart was also thumping.
Yu Xiu suddenly grabbed my arm again, pulling me into the forest and then heading off in a certain direction.
To be honest, I am not weak among us, yet I cannot break free from Yu Xiu at the moment.
The light inside the forest was very weak, and sometimes only a sliver of moonlight fell down.
Yu Xiu's skin is too pale.
The white of Hanyu lanterns is translucent and full of vitality.
Yet Yu Xiu's white seems more like deathly silence and coldness.
Which is exactly what I thought of her before.
Only the eyes of the dead could be so hollow.
Now it has been added by another one.
Only the skin of the dead could be that pale!
The body brushed past the clusters of trees, making a continuous whistling sound.
Similarly, there were continuous whistling sounds coming from behind, which were the sound of leaves brushing against paper.
We had walked for quite a while before finally stepping out of the forest onto the village road.
Although the sky wasn't too late, there was no one on the village road.
Yu Xiu hurriedly led me to the tail of the village again.
Reaching the location of the earthen houses, Yu Xiu went into her yard first.
She only let go of my arm when I was dragged into the living room.
I rubbed my wrist, feeling a sharp pain.
"You won't go back, and sister will worry. I'll go tell her, don't wander around."
"They won't come in here." Yu Xiu's voice still had an eerie silence.
My forehead was tightly knotted into a knot, but if I didn't return overnight, Hanyu Lantern and Tang Quan would certainly worry.
Although the paper figures had previously shown no intention of harming them, there's no guarantee that now that I've returned and haven't been led to the back mountain, they won't turn on us having failed to achieve their goal.
"Since your home is safe, bringing them here to your home is also fine." I exhaled a cloud of smoke and said so.
Yu Xiu stood there for a moment in shock before shaking her head and replying: "My home is not safe, only the paper people don't come in. You don't go back home, and your home is safe."
My heart stopped for another moment.
Before I could say anything else, Yu Xiu left the living room again, taking small steps and heading in the direction of my home.
"Cough cough."
Lao Gong nodded his head twice and then shook it left and right.
He stared at Yu Xiu's disappearing figure with a gaze of longing, muttering softly, "When she touches her face, she is very gentle. But when she slaps someone, it really hurts..."
I glanced at Lao Gong.
The objects I need are with me, and Lao Gong can easily return regardless of how far he is beaten.
Just then, he had returned but hadn't appeared in front of us.
"You have to temper your temperament. Yu Xiu seems dull and stupid, but she is definitely one of the most difficult people to deal with." I cautioned Lao Gong.
Lao Gong rolled his eyes around in a sulky manner before answering, "I saw the maiden was haunted and in distress, so I nipped at her to help her find her soul."
"Find the soul?" My pupil contracted again.
Lao Gong not only looked out the problem of Yu Xiu in a single glance.
Does he actually want to help?
Yes, it is... Lao Gong's expression became urgent.
Just before, when Hanyu Lantern cooed him twice, he blurted out a bunch of stuff about the Master of Yin and Yang.
Yu Xiu patted his face, and he might even pull out his best skills this time.
In a moment, I looked around the living room.
The house was extremely clean and tidy. There were no items in sight.
Hesitating slightly, I entered a room to the side.
The room had a simple wooden bed with no bedding or blankets. There was a wooden shelf by the bed, hanging a few pieces of clothes.
This is all Yu Xiu's belongings.
I searched for a long time before finding a hair tie and threw it to Lao Gong.
The result was that Lao Gong didn't open his mouth, allowing the hair tie to hit him on the forehead before falling down.
"Don't eat? Don't you want to help her?"
My caution towards Yu Xiu comes from Lao Qin's warning.
As well as Wang Binyan's incident, I suspect it was Yu Xiu.
But she helped me tonight……
She was also very serious about Hanyu Lantern.
In an invisible way, Yu Xiu gives the impression of being simple-minded.
I can't describe it……
If, in fact, Wang Binyan did something similar to Yu Xiu like the thing that Liu the Widow did.
Then if he was killed, it would be his own fault.
It was precisely because of this kind of emotion stacked inside, combined with what Lao Gong said about finding the soul, that I let him eat Yu Xiu's things and thus perceive them.
While I was lost in thought, sweat beads began to form on Lao Gong's forehead.
He looked like he was holding something back, his face had even turned a bit black.
Only then did he shake his head and dryly said: "It's no use. It's not the maiden's things. She has nothing at all."
"We need to suck on her fingers."
Finally, Lao Gong licked his lips.
However, the expression was extremely indecent.
I was even more taken aback, nothing at all?
What does this mean?
Just as I was puzzled, a burst of sharpness suddenly hit me, making me shiver.
I quickly stepped out of Yu Xiu's room and returned to the living room.
The door of the house was open, facing the courtyard outside, with eight paper figures standing in a row.
The moonlight poured down, but the shadows on the ground were different from each other.
They were of different heights, widths, and thicknesses, and even two of the shadows were clearly those of a woman.
As I got closer, their blood-covered eyes gave off an even stronger sense of oppression.
Lao Gong's expression was very fierce, showing his teeth and fangs at them.
I felt extremely cold in spirit, recognizing one of the paper figures as the one that "fled" last night!
The feeling of fear still came up.
Because... If it wasn't for Hanyu Lantern holding me back, and Lao Gong's words about waiting for the news from Hanyu Lantern's home investigation, I'm afraid I'd already be in the coffin mountain...
Manifesting divinity.
A heavy, muffled voice came out of one of the paper figures.
My heart stalled, and I vaguely caught a familiar feeling.
There was an old man in the village who used to go to the market to sell candy figures.
Everyone called him Li the Candy Man.
Li the Candy Man was nice to me. Every time he saw me, he would give me a candy figure.
However, he was unlucky, and he died in a car accident.
Eight Immortals carrying a coffin of paper figures... Why did they find such a familiar person?
"Old Qin is so sad, his grave goes unvisited. Ten years of fosterage, won't you take a look?"
"He wants you to go."
Basically, the voice of the paper figures is also hollow, with little emotion.
My heart felt even more blocked.
However, I was more aware that the paper figures of Li the Candy Man were utter nonsense!
Lao Qin's head didn't want me to go to his grave, so how could he want me to go?
It seems there are other people who have this idea...
The thought made me shiver.
A sense of fear arose naturally.
Could it be that Lao Qin's corpse is problematic, his soul is also affected, and it is constrained by the corpse mountain's big corpse?
Are these "Eight Immortals" also controlled by that big corpse?
They came to find me for some other reason!
While Lao Qin at the time told me to leave the village, saying there was danger...
I misunderstood the danger to be the headless woman, but in reality, it is the Eight Immortals?
For a moment, I felt like I had been enlightened, and my mind cleared up.
"Manifesting divinity, why don't you speak?" The thin voice came from it.
The voice was very young...
And it was also very familiar...
After I was brought back to the village by Lao Qin, I didn't go to school.
Lao Qin found me a "teacher".
At least, he didn't want me to be illiterate.
The teacher's surname was Lv, and he was in his mid-twenties to mid-thirties. He was mature and had a sense of wisdom.
She taught me for about two years, but one night of heavy rain, she returned to the village from outside the city. She drowned in a ditch in the village.
I was the one who recovered her body...
My breathing became heavier...
My face turned into struggle, torment, and there was a little bit of pain in my heart.
By the way, paper figures should usually attract ghosts and spirits.
Just by chance, both of them are related to me...
"Teacher taught you, teachers are like fathers. Have you forgotten?"
The thin voice carried a hint of earnestness, and a trace of disappointment.
"Manifesting divinity, she's a good child, how could I forget?"
The third voice was extremely old and even more familiar to me...
The previous village head was not Jin Zhao, but Ge Gen, who was a very honest and kind person.
Once at night, I went alone to dig graves and trim beards.
That day Lao Qin didn't follow me, so I was discovered by someone.
At that time, I was not very old, and my physical abilities were ordinary.
Lao Qin also said that once we dig the graves of others, we can't harm their families, otherwise, it would be heartless and merciless.
I was beaten half to death by that family, then thrown into the home of the old village head. They asked the old village head to deal with me and give them a response.
The old village head managed to save me.
However, the old village head didn't have a good ending either.
He found his son-in-law having an affair, grabbed the lover and wouldn't let him leave. Before his son came back, he was pushed and fell into the well, dying on the well lip...
"Manifesting divinity..."
"Manifesting divinity..."
The overlapping voices almost sounded simultaneously, penetrating my ears at the same time.
Beside the heavy breathing, my eyes became bloodshot.
My forehead suddenly throbbed, and the confused emotions were about to swallow me.
Each soul is related to me...
Why!?
Will their deaths also be related to me?
I was even more confused. The mental suffering made me feel as if my mind was about to collapse.
Lao Gong tilted his head, looked straight at me, and chewed his lips twice, as if pondering something.
Later, he let out a painful cry with a stern expression on his face.
"It's mourning, and it's depressing."
The elongated tone was filled with a deep sigh and a sense of helplessness.
With a loud bang, I suddenly closed the door of the living room, and I squatted on the ground, clawing at the ground with my hands, and my fingernails became painful.
Lao Gong was still taking deep breaths, with a sorrowful expression on his face.
"Plague god, unlucky door, relatives and friends are cursed, it's hard to live..."
"Shut up!" I grabbed Lao Gong's head with one hand and shouted hoarsely!
