Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

I

don't want to sleep with a female ghost, I forced myself to keep calm, Qiongfang is still in my hand, I still have a chance to escape.

I'm thinking about a question, why Iris Ling and Falling Qiongfang have no effect

on these ghosts, is it because they are more powerful than the ghosts in the paper figures? I don't think it's very likely, if these new ghosts are also controlled by the paper craftsman, then he doesn't have to go to great lengths to attract me to the Shanghai market, and it is impossible for Lin Xiaolu and I to win him in the last fight.

I remembered the last time I was tricked into a dead end by a paper maker when I went out of the teahouse, and it dawned on me.

It's fake! No matter how real my feelings may be now, it's all fake! The papermaker must have used some kind of yin trick to make me fall into hallucinations again, and I can't extricate myself.

After I decided on this idea, I had a strategy to deal with it.

I said to the female ghost.

"Lady, I don't like to be down there. The

bride smiled shyly, but she had turned into a dried corpse's face, and this expression was as terrifying as it was.

"Xianggong is so annoying!" the

bride let go of me.

I was waiting for this opportunity, and the moment the bride let go of me, I took the pendant and stabbed it hard.

I didn't pierce the ghost bride, but my own thigh.

Sharp pain came from my thigh, and the scene in front of my eyes changed dramatically.

The ghost bride is gone, replaced by a blinding glow.

In the light, a man in a surgical gown opened my eyelids with one hand and surgical scissors in the other, stabbing ...... at my eyes

When I came to my senses, the scissors were less than a centimeter away from my eyeballs, and I screamed and raised my foot to kick the person in front of me.

The other party probably didn't expect me to wake up, and I kicked me to the ground in a hurry.

I struggled to my feet and found myself in the operating room, the blinding light above my head coming from the operating light above.

In addition to the men in surgical gowns, there are also paper makers in the operating room.

My leg hurt so badly that all the hairpins were inserted into my legs, and as I imagined, I fell into the yin magic of the paper maker and fell into hallucinations.

It was probably because he was careless and didn't find the hairpin I hid in the palm of my hand, which gave me a chance to come to my senses.

"You're a bit of a skill," the papermaker began, not knowing whether he was praising me or being sarcastic, "but it's a pity you're slow to wake up." He

walked over to the operating table and picked up a needle that had been pushed all the way down.

"The anesthetic just came in, and soon you're going to be unconscious. "

I tried to get out of here, but as soon as I took a step forward, I felt like my legs went limp, and I fell to the ground.

The papermaker smirked.

"Don't struggle, your yin and yang eyes will be mine soon. He

clapped his hands, and two paper figures standing in the corner of the operating room came up and put me back on the operating table.

The anesthetic started to work, and I couldn't use any strength at all, and I couldn't shake the iris bell on my wrist.

The paper maker kicked the doctor who was sitting on the ground.

"Hurry up and get the operation!" the

doctor immediately got up and sanitized his hands again.

The lights on the operating table were glaring, and my vision was blurring.

My heart was filled with despair, could it be that my eyes, which I had managed to heal, were about to fall into darkness again?

Perhaps it was the instinct to survive, and I used my last strength to fall sideways off the operating table.

I heard the papermaker scolding and manipulating the paperman to try to lift me onto the operating table again.

In the process, an item slipped out of my pants pocket.

It was a rusty yellow tin box with the word "friendship" written on it, which was given to me by an old beggar who knew how to tell fortunes before leaving for Shanghai.

The tin box fell to the ground, the lid was broken, and the inside was empty.

But at this moment, my yin and yang eyes seemed to be burned by fire, and they were amazingly hot.

When I looked at the tin box again, I saw a puff of black smoke coming out of the box.

There was a human figure looming in the black smoke, he was wearing the armor of an ancient soldier, and a one-meter-long large knife hung from his waist.

The paper maker, who had just been triumphant, turned pale with fright, questioned me.

"How can you have ghost soldiers!".