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The scarred old Yan held a sharp sharp knife in his hand, like a crazy vicious dog. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless violence.

The paper man faced Lao Yan and swayed quietly in the wind. His thin body, soaked in blood, seemed to be broken by the wind.

Zhang Jianming, who was behind him, pulled Yang Mei's hair and turned away, seeming to avoid the paper man's gaze.

I don't know what will happen after adding eyes to the paper man, but judging from Zhang Jianming's fearful performance, it is definitely extremely dangerous.

I carefully took a few steps back and distanced myself from the paper man. I held the stick tightly and stared at Lao Yan.

In just two seconds, Lao Yan had already rushed over.

"Go to hell, pig!"

He raised the sharp knife through the thin blood-red paper mannequin, and his ugly face covered in blood was particularly ferocious and terrifying.

That's not the expression a human being should have at all.

Seeing the sharp blade stabbing at me little by little, with the wooden stick across my chest, I was ready for a fight.

But the next moment, an accident happened.

The sharp sharp knife stopped halfway, Lao Yan froze in place with his hands raised, the ferocious expression on his face was frozen, and his whole person seemed to be frozen.

The power of paper figures?

My brows twitched.

A coldness spread from the blood-red paper figure, carrying a strong smell of blood.

"I see you."

The thin body trembled in the wind, and the paper man actually spoke!

It was a woman's voice, very unreal.

"Tell me, who am I?"

The pair of red embroidered paper shoes returned to the paper man's feet, and the paper man's body slowly expanded as if it had been inflated.

Soon, she turned into a woman who was indistinguishable from a real person.

Long black hair, blood-red clothes, and red embroidered shoes.

But I stood behind her, couldn't see her face, and didn't know what her eyes looked like. Lao Yan, whose body was frozen, could not even blink, let alone speak.

"Two voices inside me told me that you should die."

"Maybe I exist just to kill you."

The paper man spoke calmly, his voice without any emotion.

Lao Yan moved.

He slowly lowered his raised hand and placed the sharp sharp knife on his neck, the blade cutting across the dark and rough skin.

thorn thorn pull——

It was like there was a mouth on the neck, slowly opening and spitting out balls of black blood.

Lao Yan just stood there stiffly, the life in his eyes gradually dissipating.

“Why can’t I still find the meaning of my existence?”

The paper man said emotionlessly, his body moved, and he slowly turned around to face me.

My heart tightened and I quickly moved aside.

But it was too late, I felt a cold gaze falling on me.

The paper man has set his sights on me.

Like a awn on the back.

My heart was beating wildly, and an unreasonable panic arose in my heart. I instinctively ran away.

But suddenly a red shadow flashed before my eyes, and the paper man stood in front of me.

It was a face as pale as paper, without any expression, and all the facial features were drawn.

Those eyes that I lit with my own hands

Before I could react, I fell into a blood-red world.

The brain is blood red instead of blank.

I didn't know what I was doing, I just felt like I was about to be drowned in a sea of ​​blood.

My neck felt a little cold.

The skin seems to be broken but I feel no pain

Still can't get over it?

I can't tell what emotion it is, because at this moment, I seem to have lost all emotions. Whether it exists or not, it seems to have no meaning.

At this moment, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the blood-red world.

The white shadow was still slowly expanding until it blocked my entire eyes.

The next moment, a heartbreaking pain came from the skin.

"hiss--"

He let go of his hand and a pair of bloody scissors fell to the ground.

There was warm liquid flowing down the neck. When I touched it, my hands were filled with the smell of blood.

His eyes seemed to be blocked by a piece of cold white paper, and everything around him was blurry.

Did this piece of paper save me?

When he was in doubt, Zhang Jianming's deep voice came to his ears.

"It doesn't matter if you can't get his blood. The blood is connected. Of course, my father's blood is better. Rest in peace, you have completed your mission."

Immediately afterwards, there was Yang Mei's heartbreaking cry.

"Old, boss, I, I won't go, no, I won't go. Just let me go."

what happened?

Where are the paper figures?

I carefully opened a gap in the white paper over my eyes, and vaguely saw Zhang Jianming pulling Yang Mei's hair and leading her to the incineration building.

Knowing what she was going to face next, Yang Mei couldn't control herself anymore, begging and crying, refusing to go even to the death.

Zhang Jianming didn't have the patience to waste time with her, so he slapped her twice until she was dizzy, and then dragged her by her hair into the incineration building like a dead dog.

"don't want."

The door closed and Yang Mei's screams stopped abruptly.

Look around carefully again.

Blood-red paper figures wandered around the crematorium like ghosts.

Perhaps, in its knowledge, I am already dead.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Where did the white paper that saved me come from?

Seeing that the paper man was far away from me, I bravely took off the entire white paper from my eyes.

Only then did I realize that it was not a complete blank sheet of paper at all.

Instead, they are small paper figures cut out of white paper.

I was so surprised.

Isn’t this the paper figurine I cut out using the paper-cutting technique?

But I don’t have the formula for paper-cutting. The paper man is just a human-shaped piece of paper and has no magical power.

I don't know how it got to me, let alone why it was able to save me.

"whee."

A small blue-white face suddenly appeared on the face of the little paper man, with an expression so vicious that I was so frightened that I almost dropped it to the ground with my hands shaking.

I wipe it!

It's actually a ghost baby possessing the paper man!

But doesn’t it hate me to the core? Why did it want to save me?

Soon, I realized that I was overthinking it.

The ghost baby didn't want to save me, but he didn't want me to die in the hands of others.

The blue-white body came out of the little paper man, and the ghost baby showed its pointed teeth. Before I could react, it bit my wrist directly.

pain!

I groaned and shook the ghost baby away fiercely.

The ghost baby lay on the ground on all fours, stuck out its tongue like an animal, licked the blood from the corner of its mouth, bared its teeth at me, and showed a proud smile.

After being suppressed by me for so long, it finally got its revenge.

There was a deep tooth mark on my wrist, which was dripping with blood and made me throb in pain.

The wounds and blood quickly turned black.

Damn, this little thing’s teeth are poisonous!

The other hand reached into the backpack, pulled out the gauze, and quickly tied his wrists to prevent the toxin from spreading.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and stared at the ghost baby coldly.

Just one bite wasn't enough for me. Killing intent flashed in its eyes, it arched its small body, jumped up fiercely, and rushed towards me viciously.