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The crazy old woman stayed by my car and refused to leave.

I simply closed the window, locked the car, and walked aside.

"Is there no one at home taking care of her?" I asked the kind person who reminded me.

"How can anyone care? She has killed everyone in her family, and only one dog is left. The dog also died. She is simply a broom star."

"so smart?"

"That's not true! You may be unlucky for a few days because of her bad luck. Go back and find a place to say goodbye."

After the kind man finished speaking, he was afraid that the crazy old woman would shift her target to him, so he quickly hid away.

The old woman was sitting next to my car, crying and laughing. She didn't know how long the fuss would last.

Everyone in the family is dead, which is indeed quite pitiful.

But no matter how pitiful it is, it is not caused by me. I don’t want to deal with people and things that have nothing to do with the live broadcast.

I'm going to take a stroll around and come back later.

No one paid any attention, and the old woman should have left on her own after a while.

The town is not large.

Maybe there was no market today, so there were very few people on the street and it was very deserted.

Most of the people are middle-aged and elderly. Most of the young people now have gone to the city. The whole town has no vitality and is lifeless.

The weather is not good today either, the clouds are gathering and the air is dull.

It looks like it's going to rain soon.

I walked around casually and found a funeral supplies store at the end of the street. There was an old man sitting at the door with a brazier and burning paper.

Burning paper in broad daylight

I couldn't help but take another look and found that there were several paper figures placed in the corner of the store.

Paper tie technique?

I became interested and walked over in a few steps.

"Young man, do you want to buy something?" The old man heard the footsteps and raised his head, revealing a yellow face.

"I just met a crazy old woman. I heard she is a bad luck charm. Is there anything I can do to remove bad luck?" I said smoothly.

"She is just a poor person. She has been followed by those things her whole life." The old man shook his head and looked at me again.

"You didn't touch her hand, did you?"

"No, but she touched my car. Does this count as contact? Will bad luck spread to me?"

The old man squinted his eyes, with a look of confusion on his face: "I didn't see the bad luck, but the evil."

"Did you get caught up in something weird?"

"I don't know either. Do you have something to ward off evil spirits?"

"You go and sit in the store for a while. I'll come over and help you take a look after I've finished burning the paper."

"good."

I walked into the old man's shop.

It's very old, the walls are mottled, and the shelves are all old wood.

Maybe because the old man is old, his hands and feet are not so agile, and the store is not clean.

There is dust on the ground.

There were also spider webs hanging from the corners of the ceiling.

There was also an indescribable sour smell in the room.

I looked around and focused on the paper figures piled in the corner.

It was a man and a woman, leaning against the wall.

There were no eyes, and the surface was covered with a layer of dust.

It can be seen that it has not been moved for a long time.

The bright clothes, bright red cheeks, upturned corners of the mouth, and blank eyes look weird no matter how you look at them.

"Don't look at it. If you look at it for too long, your soul will be taken away by them."

The old man's voice suddenly came out from behind me.

"Aren't they just ordinary paper figures? If they are so dangerous, how dare you put them in the house?"

I look back.

The old man stood at the door, with yellow paper burning in the brazier behind him. The ashes floated slightly and swirled in the air.

"Some things turn into essence if left for a long time." The old man walked in tremblingly, holding on to the door frame.

"Then you're not afraid?"

"I never look them in the eye."

The old man pointed at the chair to me.

I sit down.

"I can't see everything on your body, but it feels very evil. It doesn't look like you got it from a crazy woman." The old man looked at me hard.

"Whatever follows her is not that powerful."

"What is following her? You can see it, why don't you help her?" I asked curiously, wondering if the old man could really see anything.

"It's all debts, it's all life, everything is beyond your control and outsiders can't interfere."

The old man shook his head, groped around on the shelf for a while, and found something.

"I can't explain your situation clearly, but you can try my method."

He wiped the dust with a rag and handed the thing to me.

I took it over and saw that it was a set of shrouds in a transparent plastic box.

Still bright red.

"This?" I was surprised.

"If something comes looking for you at night, just put it on and you might be able to hide away."

"Pretending to be dead?"

This old man is interesting.

I follow the path of evil cultivators, so of course there is evil in me. He eats yin and yang among the people, so it is normal for him to see some clues.

But his words were so ambiguous that people couldn't help but wonder whether he really understood something or was just trying to make things up.

After all, this is a common trick used by charlatans.

"How much does this cost?" I asked.

"It's all fate. You can give it as much or as little as you like." The old man was very calm.

"I don't have much cash on me, how about 50?" I took out a hundred-dollar bill.

"Anything is fine."

The old man took the money, put it in the cabinet, took out a crumpled old 50 yuan sheet, and gave it to me in change.

Not greedy for money.

Do you really want to help me?

But I always feel that he is not so kind.

"Thank you, uncle." I put the change into my pocket and stood up with the red shroud.

The old man waved his hand calmly.

"By the way, uncle, is there a place called Wuyou City near you?" When I reached the door, I suddenly turned around.

"Never heard of it." The old man's expression was very calm, and he seemed very unfamiliar with the name Wuyou City.

I didn't ask any more questions and walked out of the paper shop.

But when he turned around, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the pair of paper figures in the corner turning their heads.

The head that was originally facing blankly turned slightly to look at the door.

Faintly, there seemed to be laughter coming out.

I glanced back.

I found the old man standing next to the paper figures, as if talking to them.

When I turned the corner and looked back, the door of the funeral shop had been closed, leaving only a brazier filled with black ash.

"A little weird."

I glanced at the red shroud in my hand and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The light in the room was dark, and I couldn't see clearly at the time.

Only then did I realize that the material of the shroud was actually red paper.

These are clothes for the paper man.

I took out the 50 yuan that the old man had found and unfolded it.

Dark coins.

"Just cheating for 100 yuan, this is too low." I actually didn't pay much attention to him.

His room was cold and gloomy, but it wasn't like I couldn't see it.

I just wanted to see what the fuss was about, and I was very curious about the pair of paper figures, so I didn’t expose it.

"What's the purpose of giving me this paper suit?"

I didn't throw away the paper clothes, just wanted to see what would happen at night.

The sky became increasingly gloomy.

Dark clouds are gathering in large groups.

There was rain in the air, and there were no more pedestrians on the streets of the town.

I walked back quickly.

When I got to the parking place, I found that the crazy old woman was still there, but she wasn't crying anymore.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the dark sky.

The dark clouds in the sky were crowded together, like a huge and ferocious face, looking down at this deserted town.