Please, It's A Scary World

115. What Kind Of Shit?

"Um!"

Hong Doudou agreed, and went straight to the door.

After taking a deep breath, he slapped the bright yellow talisman on the door.

Then, her handprints changed, she recited the mantra in her heart, and tapped lightly on the talisman paper.

"Zheng~" echoed, and a faint light radiated from the bright yellow talisman paper.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The crying outside the door suddenly became louder.

It was as if the door had been opened.

The sound is so close.

Everyone in the room was shocked, and Fang Ming raised his hand to signal everyone to silence.

Then, he walked slowly to the door.

He turned his head and glanced at Wang Qinghe, who was kneeling and crying among the paper figurines, and then turned his gaze to the blood coffin.

He calmed himself down and a smile appeared on his face.

This smile, only he himself can see.

"Ahem..." Fang Ming cleared his throat.

Under the action of the sound transmission symbol, the sound spreads directly in the corridor.

All the crying paper figurines were stunned.

"Brush!" The next moment, all the paper people turned their gazes around and stared at Fang Ming firmly, as if they could see through the door and the wall and see Fang Ming inside.

However, Fang Ming was not intimidated, and he had already adjusted his mentality at this time.

It's just being stared at by a group of paper figurines who look exactly the same and have no expression on their faces. What's the point?

The others behind Fang Ming were all nervous.

Xiaoxue had carried Chen Rou to a distance of 400 meters, but when she saw Fang Ming being stared at by a group of paper figurines, she was still nervous and her hair was flying.

Wang Jiaojiao and Hong Doudou stood together, both of them couldn't help clenching their fists.

Qian Cheng and Zhang Mang immediately went into a fighting state.

Fang Ming looked back at everyone and waved his hands to indicate that it was okay.

Then he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Bang bang bang~"

Knocking sounded from inside and outside the door.

The entire corridor became dead silent, and even the blood coffin seemed to tremble slightly.

Seeing that Fang Ming has attracted attention, he said to the sound transmission symbol: "Friends outside the door, can you hear me?"

paper man:

Blood Coffin:"

Seeing that there was no response from outside the door, Fang Ming laughed again.

He had seen it just now, and none of these paper figurines had any emotional changes.

There is no difference at all from those ordinary outsiders.

It can even be said to be more dull.

In other words, they didn't have any thoughts of their own at all, and they were all controlled by the taboo existence in the blood coffin. Even the paper man Wang Qinghe turned into had no fluctuations.

The reason why they were all staring at the door was that they were not actually looking.

It's just that the existence in the blood coffin is watching.

Fang Ming looked at the blood coffin and spoke again.

"When friends come from afar, don't

"But you've already arrived at our house, why don't you come out and meet?" (ageb)

"That's not what visiting someone looks like."

"You are like this, I can't open the door to let you in."

Fang Ming's tone was very flat, as if he was really talking to a visitor who came to visit.

Everyone in the room felt a little weird for a while, but they also felt that this was normal.

Outside the door, after hearing Fang's words, all the paper figurines were stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of these paper figurines all turned blood red.

Seemingly irritated, they all stood up from the ground.

Then one by one they walked to the door and began to squeeze hard into the door.

Even the paper skins on their bodies were torn.

At the same time, they kept growling in their mouths.

"The majesty of the Yin God cannot be profaned!"

A strong sense of power continued to seep in from the outside. Many dense black runes were directly pressed out on the wall and the gate, and the entire wall and gate were squeezed in.

It seemed that the next moment, these paper figurines outside the door would break in.

Fortunately, the seal of the residential building is not so fragile.

Even so, there is no sign of breaking.

This made Fang Ming and the others slightly relieved and relieved.

"Pfft~"

Suddenly, the paper man in the front was crushed.

The body of the paper figurine was directly crushed into pieces, turning into white paper flowers all over the sky, floating in the corridor.

However, this was just the beginning, more and more paper figurines were being crushed, making a slight "popping" sound at the door, but the force pushing into the door was getting stronger and stronger.

The extent of the depression even reached more than one meter.

Fang Ming had to stand back.

Looking at the crazier paper people, Fang Ming's eyes showed a gleam.

"The majesty and majesty of the Yin God cannot be profaned?"

"It's obviously a taboo, why does he always call himself the Yin God?"

"According to my experience of reading a large number of novels, there are only two possibilities for people who call themselves gods."

"Either it's the kind of pretender who wants to show that he is superior to others."

"Or someone who has been humiliated and wants to hide their humble past by calling them.

"From now on, he is only angry because I said a few words casually."

"Then, I can basically conclude his identity."

"If you are the kind who likes to pretend, you will definitely not be angry because of this, because it will lower your compulsion.

"So, the existence in the blood coffin must be the second type!"

"He is extremely sensitive in his heart, and was even humble in the past, so now that he is strong, he wants to use this method to make others respect him, and even fear him."

"If that's the case, it's actually a weakness."

As Fang Ming thought about it, he gradually had an idea in his heart.

He avoided the recessed position of the door, walked to the side of the sound transmission talisman, deliberately relaxed his tone, and said disrespectfully: "Hey, have you bumped enough?"

The paper people outside the door stopped in unison.

But then it got even crazier.

Fang Ming sneered in his heart, and secretly used his special skills.

Friendly greetings!

"Look at it, let the paper figurine hit the door if you don't agree with one word, how dare you call it a yin god with such a heart?"

"Hide your head and show your tail, squatting in the coffin and dare not come out, how dare you call your genitals swollen?"

"Leading such a group of paper figurines who are neither human nor ghosts, do evil things, how dare you call them Yinshen?"

"Sleeping in a coffin every day, until now I don't dare to say a word of fart, dare to call it Yin Shen?"

"Even entering our building, you only dare to come in through a leak in the seal, and dare to be called Yinshen?"

"Even if I stood in front of you and mocked you so many times, you still didn't respond. That's it? How dare you call me Yin God?"

"What kind of bullshit and Yin God."

"Oh, by the way, I gave you a new name, called... the coward in the coffin."

"If you like it, I will give it to you. Just because you are not polite, it doesn't mean that I am not polite either. Although you came to visit, but you didn't bring a gift, then I will give you a gift."

"I wish you, every year like this, every year I love you."

When Fang Ming said this, he didn't get stuck at all.

I don't know why, when greeting other people's families, it is so smooth.

Perhaps, this is a special skill in human instinct.

Although he didn't know if his "friendly greeting" skill would work when he said these words, but he could hear that what he just said had already started to echo in the entire corridor.

"Puff puff!"

All the paper figurines at the door exploded one by one, like setting off firecrackers, dyeing the entire corridor into a sea of white paper.

Even the paper figurine transformed by Wang Qinghe is no exception.

All turned into pieces.

The atmosphere became extremely tense in an instant.

"boom!"

A loud noise sounded from the blood coffin.

Dark red blood gradually spread from the bottom of the blood coffin.

In the blink of an eye, all the surrounding producers were dyed blood red.

"Zi~" The coffin lid of the blood coffin moved a gap.

A hand that was filled with black air and extremely festered stretched out from inside, grabbing the edge of the coffin.

clatter~