Chapter: 982
But now, after a long absence, he regained the original feeling.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't rush out to find the paper figurine to fight, but took No. 1 dead man, quickly ran towards the bed, and quietly hid under the bed.
He pressed Dead One's shoulder and entered the night tour.
Yeyou can block the breath and hide the body, so the paper man should not be able to find him. Zhang Yuanqing intends to observe him first, and then consider whether to retreat or sneak attack.
As soon as one person and one corpse were hidden under the bed, the door of the main room was pushed open a crack.
Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe stepped across the threshold.
Then another foot in an embroidered shoe.
During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle, slightly crisp "rustling" sound, which is the sound only made by paper rubbing.
It's a paper man!
The pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes, after stepping over the threshold, stopped by the round table and stood there without moving for a while, like a real paper man.
Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper figurine, and sensed a strong, deep Yin energy from it, far better than that of ghost dolls.
He moved a few centimeters out to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the whole picture of the paper figurine.
The darkness couldn't affect Ye Youshen's vision. He stared intently and saw the appearance of the paper figurine clearly. It was a paper figurine in bright red clothes, like a shadow of blood in the darkness.
Its face was pasted with white paper, it was so white, but its cheeks were smeared with blood-like bright red, and its lips were smeared with rouge.
Pale and bright red appeared on a dull and stiff face at the same time, but anyone who saw this face would panic in their hearts.
Zhang Yuanqing retracted his head silently.
At this time, the paper piercing man who had been standing there for a long time walked towards the desk with strange steps.
It walked in an odd way, as if its knees were not bent, and it took a stiff goose step, each step was the same distance, and the interval between steps was the same.
Human beings can never walk out of such a precise and regular pace.
From the round table to the desk, at a distance of four or five meters, it walked for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped by the desk, its head drooping stiffly, as if looking at the things on the table.
What desk is it looking at? ! Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly recalled it, confirming that he had reset the things, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
The paper figurine stayed by the desk for a moment, turned around with stiff knee joints, and walked towards the bed.
Zhang Yuanqing's relaxed spirit tensed up again.
"Shusha." The paper figurine was very light, and the footsteps were also very light.
Zhang Yuanqing stared fixedly at the pair of embroidered shoes, watching it take a stiff forward step, approaching step by step, and finally stopped by the bed.
Although in the state of night tour, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.
After the paper pierced man came to the bedside, he began to stand for a long time.
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing only had half a minute left for his night tour.
At this moment, the embroidered shoes were less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.
After the suffocating silence, the paper figurine turned around stiffly, and walked out with "rustle" light steps. JrNovels.com
Zhang Yuanqing didn't rush out to find the paper figurine to fight, but took No. 1 dead man, quickly ran towards the bed, and quietly hid under the bed.
He pressed Dead One's shoulder and entered the night tour.
Yeyou can block the breath and hide the body, so the paper man should not be able to find him. Zhang Yuanqing intends to observe him first, and then consider whether to retreat or sneak attack.
As soon as one person and one corpse were hidden under the bed, the door of the main room was pushed open a crack.
Then, a foot wearing a red embroidered shoe stepped across the threshold.
Then another foot in an embroidered shoe.
During this process, Zhang Yuanqing heard a subtle, slightly crisp "rustling" sound, which is the sound only made by paper rubbing.
It's a paper man!
The pair of feet wearing embroidered shoes, after stepping over the threshold, stopped by the round table and stood there without moving for a while, like a real paper man.
Zhang Yuanqing observed the paper figurine, and sensed a strong, deep Yin energy from it, far better than that of ghost dolls.
He moved a few centimeters out to widen his field of vision so that he could observe the whole picture of the paper figurine.
The darkness couldn't affect Ye Youshen's vision. He stared intently and saw the appearance of the paper figurine clearly. It was a paper figurine in bright red clothes, like a shadow of blood in the darkness.
Its face was pasted with white paper, it was so white, but its cheeks were smeared with blood-like bright red, and its lips were smeared with rouge.
Pale and bright red appeared on a dull and stiff face at the same time, but anyone who saw this face would panic in their hearts.
Zhang Yuanqing retracted his head silently.
At this time, the paper piercing man who had been standing there for a long time walked towards the desk with strange steps.
It walked in an odd way, as if its knees were not bent, and it took a stiff goose step, each step was the same distance, and the interval between steps was the same.
Human beings can never walk out of such a precise and regular pace.
From the round table to the desk, at a distance of four or five meters, it walked for more than ten seconds, and finally stopped by the desk, its head drooping stiffly, as if looking at the things on the table.
What desk is it looking at? ! Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he quickly recalled it, confirming that he had reset the things, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
The paper figurine stayed by the desk for a moment, turned around with stiff knee joints, and walked towards the bed.
Zhang Yuanqing's relaxed spirit tensed up again.
"Shusha." The paper figurine was very light, and the footsteps were also very light.
Zhang Yuanqing stared fixedly at the pair of embroidered shoes, watching it take a stiff forward step, approaching step by step, and finally stopped by the bed.
Although in the state of night tour, Zhang Yuanqing still held his breath.
After the paper pierced man came to the bedside, he began to stand for a long time.
At this time, Zhang Yuanqing only had half a minute left for his night tour.
At this moment, the embroidered shoes were less than fifteen centimeters away from his face.
After the suffocating silence, the paper figurine turned around stiffly, and walked out with "rustle" light steps. JrNovels.com
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