Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

Chapter 518 rustle

Du Lai promised that Fu Miaoxue would come back as soon as possible, and of course it was faster to cross over the wall than to follow the winding corridor.

But if the person outside is not Du Lai, who will it be?

All three were staring at the silhouette.

The atmosphere inside the house was extremely tight in an instant.

Shen Mo drew the piece of paper from his wrist and turned into a dagger in his hand. He whispered to Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue: "The two of you step back."

Fu Miaoxue quickly hugged Bai Youwei's arm!

Bai Youwei ripped twice, but couldn't move.

Fu Miaoxue pressed his tone and nervously said to Shen Mo: "You lightly, what if my boyfriend is really outside ..."

Bai Youwei thought, in case it was really Du Lai, he deliberately frightened them out so much that he should be chopped with a knife.

Shen Mo suddenly shot!

He was so fast that both women were startled, and the door had been opened suddenly by him before he could react!

The dagger in your hand is like a cold light! Poke the figure directly outside the door!

rustle--

No screaming, no shouting, only rustling sound like tearing paper!

Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue were not shuddering, and they saw that there was a paper man outside, stabbed by Shen Mo, and then split!

sand……

The extremely thin and crisp paper man encountered an extremely sharp blade and split it in half almost instantaneously, struck by force, and then fluttered lightly in the garden.

The rain fell on the paper man, plopping, wet the oil on his face.

Black eyes ...

Bright red lips ...

A little bit fainted, running down the rain, like scars.

Bai Youwei and Fu Miaoxue came to the door and looked at the paper puppet that had split in half in the garden. His throat seemed to be strangled, and his tight heart couldn't let go.

They grew up in the city since childhood. Even if they have been exposed to folk customs and funeral culture, they are mostly Westernized etiquette. of.

Can't understand why the old ancestors invented such horrible things, can't they handle funerals?

The paper, which was just a thin layer, was pasted on a thin piece of bamboo. After rain, it quickly became tattered.

Like colorful muddy pieces, hanging on the bamboo slices, dangling from the rain, being blown by the wind, shaking ...

The silence lasted for a while, and they suddenly heard the sound of rapid running! As soon as he turned his head, he saw Du Lai running back panting!

Fu Miaoxue wowed!

"How did you come back ?! I was scared to death just now !!!"

Strangled Du Lai's neck again and asked, "Don't you say you'll be back in 6 minutes ?! It's been a few minutes? It's been a few minutes ?! You said !!!"

Shen Mo also questioned him: "What happened on the road?"

Du came back really late.

His face was pale, his body was soaked, there was rain and sweat, it didn't look like going out, it was more like running a marathon!

"Let's talk in the house." Du Lai pulled Fu Miaoxue's hand and dragged her into the house in a hurry.

Shen Mo walked at the end, looked at both sides vigilantly, turned and entered the house, and closed the door.

Du Lai in the room sat on a chair to rest, panting, and after a while, he told them:

"It didn't take much time to find Yun Miao, but when I came back, I met a ghost and hit the wall.

"It must be the paper-man who is making trouble!" Fu Miaoxue was afraid, and drilled into Du Lai's arms. "Just now it faked you, I almost opened the door!"

(End of this chapter)