Guardian Chapter 165: Paper people claim their lives

Lin Zhonghou was so shocked that his feet were soft, and he was so scared.

His fat body was trembling with the help of the handyman.

"Quickly, go to the Demon Slayer Hall." Lin Zhonghou's face turned pale, with greasy sweat beads on his face, he just walked a few steps, and shouted: "No, don't go to the Demon Hall, go back to the Soul Town Division. Go back, right away, right away."

Lin Zhonghou changed his mind and said that he couldn't go to the Demon Slayer Hall and tell him that there was a monster fish, otherwise he would be targeted by the monster clan and would cause endless troubles.

His legs were weak and he was held up by a handyman, dragging him.

Almost two hundred catties of body, but the handymen who have suffered and swollen faces.

The group of people just turned the corner of Yuqian Alley and was bounced back by something with a bang.

Lin Zhonghou looked intently, and he saw a blank boy first, and then a beautiful girl with silver hair frowning behind him.

He couldn't turn his mind for a while, and he didn't understand how his group of people, with their weight and inertia while running, would be knocked back by a small boy.

Just as Lin Zhonghou was about to speak, his eyes condensed again, and he swallowed and exclaimed "Fish, fish, hurry, hurry."

Looking at the back of Lin Zhonghou and the handyman crawling around and fleeing.

Xiao Sang lifted his hand and looked at the crucian carp wearing the gills with straw.

He looked at Liuli blankly.

"The fat guy is escaping like a dog, what happened to him, is there a problem with my fish?"

Liu Li also had a look of confusion, and he squeaked his forehead, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, when I mentioned this, I almost forgot. There are still two fish in the house." Liuli patted his forehead, took Xiao Sang home, and said: "I didn't give the fish food or starved to death." No."

Xiao Sang's eyes were all staring into the sky, and he secretly said: Others want to offer yin and yang fish as treasures, but you are still raising fish, and from time to time you still think about how to make them to eat delicious. It is really a violent thing.

Lin Zhonghou didn't know Liuli and Xiaosang.

I don't know that they are from Chen Feng Xiaoyuan.

I don't even know how hard they are.

It’s okay if you don’t know.

At least not to be scared to death.

However, he was indeed frightened.

A boy with a small body actually knocked a few hundred catties back, and he looked calm as if he had been hit by a mosquito. It was incredible to think about it.

The important thing is that Lin Zhonghou is a little allergic to fish now.

I have seen the black candles on the wall of Chen Feng Xiaoyuan, and the methods used by Yang Ming to tear the void.

He still has a fiery pain on his face.

Don't talk about the ordinary crucian carp in Xiao Sang's hands.

Even thinking of the word fish.

Lin Zhonghou was a little bit jumbled.

He just wanted to go back to the Department of Soul Rehabilitation quickly.

Only the Soul Division can give him a sense of security.

Lin Zhonghou was anxious, seeing the gate of the soul-saving division from a distance, his swollen face gradually relaxed.

He finally found a sense of security.

Lin Zhonghou pushed the handyman away and started trotting.

As soon as I walked in, I noticed something was wrong.

How do you look at the Demon Mirror and the Monument of Soul Relief?

This feeling is weird. How can a dead animal feel dejected?

"What do you look at, fat man."

A black face appeared on the door proudly.

The **** Ding squinted at Lin Zhonghou, his eyes full of disgust.

He puffed up his mouth and exclaimed: "Boy, old tree branch, this is the person in your department? Look at this fat man with a fat brain, a greasy face and a fish-tail print on his face. Like a guy with his own pockets, how do you drop, how do you two guard the gate, and everyone will gather in, hurry up, come over, I want to talk to you two, this skill of recognizing people, in other words, this It's a long story..."

The young boy and the bark appeared at the same time, and with helpless eyes, they pinched their noses to pull the gods.

"Master Ding, let's talk about it inside."

"Yes, yeah, you can't show off your family ugliness."

"You break the meeting, stop the meeting, do not rush or rush, there will be time in the future."

Lin Zhonghou was dumbfounded, watching the gods reluctantly follow the two spirit masters into the door, and his mind went down.

The two spirits are walking sideways in the Soul Surgery Division. Have you ever seen a succumb to the airbag like this is today?

Lin Zhonghou feels that he is unlucky today.

First I was slapped by the fish's tail, then knocked over by the little boy, and now, what do I see?

Lin Zhonghou's worldview almost collapsed.

He clutched the fishtail print on his face, trembling cautiously and bowing to the door, hurriedly fleeing from here.

Too crazy, too scary, too scared.

Lin Zhonghou was so frightened that he became a frightened bird.

Whenever there is a little movement and loud noise, he is shocked.

His legs are sore and weak, his mind is full of mixed thoughts, and stars are beginning to appear in front of his eyes.

Lin Zhonghou took a deep breath, hinting that he should not panic.

I've arrived at the site of the Soul Suppression Division. What to panic, I have to calm down, but I am a dignified Soul Sizong Hou, and his subordinates see how unpretentious his face is.

Lin Zhonghou straightened his back subconsciously.

"My lord, how are you busy? It's fine these days."

Hearing the greeting, Lin Zhonghou turned his head subconsciously, and suddenly his pupils dilated, and his dry mouth was almost collapsed.

He thumped back several steps, slammed his back against the wall, his body was stretched straight, his arms and legs danced and said: "Don't come, don't come, I won't accept it in the courtyard, and I won't accept it again. "

Because of the frights of the previous few times, Lin Zhonghou concentrated on erupting this time, and the corners of his mouth were bitter in fright.

He closed the doors and windows tightly, leaning against the door, panting, his heart pounding, and his eyes were full of panic.

Lin Zhonghou saw the resurrection of the dead, because he went to the small courtyard, and the dead came to find himself unlucky.

Just arrived at Fengwei Mansion to explain the situation, the four Chen Feng, who had just come out, were still immersed in the panicked back of Lin Zhonghou.

"There is nothing on my face, why did Master Zhonghou look like a ghost?" Chen Feng touched his cheek, rubbing his fingers in front of his eyes, full of doubt.

"Perhaps it is too sad. After all, in his impression, Beidouke has lost three outstanding Qiu Chen." Cao Guangxiao's words were not joking. He really felt that Lin Zhonghou could not accept Chen Feng and others for a while. The fact that people are not dead.

"Oh, it looks like he has done something bad." Chen Mingting's experience in Tanzhou has made people think about the dark side more and more, and his careless temper has changed a lot.

Ou Julian shook his head and analyzed: "Master Zhonghou has fishtail prints on his face, his head is as swollen as a pig's head, and his body is sweaty and dirty. He looks flustered, his eyes dodgy, and his pupils are not focused. He is obviously frightened. I'm curious, what can scare Master Zhonghou in our Department of Souls."

"The four of us who should have died have come back alive again, don't count." Chen Feng was joking, but he was straight.

If it's just that, Lin Zhonghou wouldn't be like it is now.

The strange thing is that from the small courtyard, three times and four times along the way, like a frightened bird, he had been frightened for a long time, and when he saw Chen Feng, his heart was troubled, and he was naturally scared to death.

This is called not doing bad things and not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

With repeated frights, Yu Wen, saw "Ghost Chen Feng", holding the guilt of the small courtyard, thinking that "Ghost Chen Feng" came to seek revenge, Lin Zhonghou was frightened, and then Naturally.

Chen Feng and the four of them dispersed and moved between colleagues first, needless to say.

Simply talk about Lin Zhonghou, who was scared and almost incontinent.

He slowed down.

The first thing is to go to the sacrificial hall.

The sacrificial hall has not had time to take care of it.

Chen Feng and others' vivid paper figures are still standing in the hall steadily.

The more Lin Zhonghou looked, the more frustrated he became.

The hairs on the back of the neck are all erected.

I always feel the coldness in my neck, something is blowing there.

I don't know if it's guilt or something.

Lin Zhonghou always felt that Chen Feng's eyes, the paper man, stared at him resentfully from any angle.

"I burned you. If I burn you, you will see how you can make trouble." Lin Zhonghou was guilty, not only moved the paper man Chen Feng to the backyard and burned it, but also burned the remaining paper ties.

Watching paper people, paper horses, paper carts, paper houses...turned to ashes in the fire.

Lin Zhonghou's mood improved somehow.

When people relax, they tend to get sleepy.

While prostration, a sense of fatigue hits my heart.

After Lin Zhonghou burned the paper man, he entered the exclusive room, locked the doors and windows tightly, checked it over and over again, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.

With this sleep, I slept directly until the dusk fell, and the soul calmer fell.

"Why is it dark."

Lin Zhonghou, who slept hazily, got up and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then fumbled to the table to get the fire lamp and light the oil lamp.

The sound of Huozhezi was blown.

Lin Zhonghou's face looked extremely tired with the bright and bright light and shadow of the sparks.

Huhuhu.

Huhuhu...

Lin Zhonghou blew and blew, then he paused, and exclaimed: "Who?"

There was no movement for a long time.

Lin Zhonghou cautiously lifted the fire-folder and turned it around, but he didn't see any abnormalities.

He felt a little flustered, and hurriedly stretched the Huozhezi towards the wick of the oil lamp.

The orange bean light gradually ignited.

Lin Zhonghou's heart also filled with light.

Huhuhu...

Blow the sound of the fire fold.

The orange bean light just rises, and then suddenly goes out.

Lin Zhonghou's hair is standing upside down, a coolness from the top of the head, through the spine, and through the soles of the feet.

He didn't blow the fire book just now. Where did he start talking about this whirring sound?

The fire stopped.

There is silence all around.

The dim and unclear environment, the unknown fear, coupled with the fright in the day, broke out again.

Lin Zhonghou's trembling breath was heavy, and he did not dare to gasp loudly, but his suppressed voice was infinitely amplified in his ears.

Lin Zhonghou was frightened by his venting sound.

There is only one thought in his mind, and that is to light a lamp. In a dark environment, fear will extend infinitely. The places where the line of sight is hard to reach are full of unknown fears. Only by lighting up the light can the darkness be dispelled.

Hou Lin Zhonghou whirred and blew the fire again.

Shaking his hands, he used his left hand to firmly stabilize the right wrist that was shaking to the chaff, trembling and stretched the Huozhezi towards the wick.

The orange light was faintly lit again.

Huhuhu...

The voice that didn't belong to Lin Zhonghou sounded again, and the half-lit light went out again.

Lin Zhonghou seemed to be scared and numb.

He has a sullen face, sweating all over, and he blows up the fire fold to light the lamp almost magically.

Huhuhu...

Huhuhu...

Lin Zhonghou lights up once, and then goes out again.

I don't know how many repetitions have been experienced.

A faint voice sounded slowly, like the sound of slurred speech.

"I can't click, I'll help you click."

Lin Zhonghou's hands were empty, and Huo Zhezi disappeared.

The wick of the oil lamp in front of him, sparks splashing with oil.

The orange light came on, puffed, and the orange whirred, turning into a faint blue light.

The lights were on, and the room was faintly blue.

Lin Zhonghou's stunned face was blue, full of horror.

A burned paper face came to Lin Zhonghou's eyes and said in a vague voice: "If we burn our bodies, we will pay for them with your body."

In the faintly blue classroom, more and more crippled paper people, paper horses, paper carts, paper houses... have emerged.

They wrapped Lin Zhonghou in circles, layer by layer.

Lin Zhonghou's face, hands, and feet were tightly tangled.

Mouth, nose, eyes, ears... wherever there are gaps, strips of torn paper are drilled in.

Like a loach, drilled in, drilled back and forth.

Lin Zhonghou didn't even make a sound.

He can't post it.

When the paper man said, "If you burn our body, we will pay for it with your body." He was frightened to death.

After a while.

The paper man faded from Lin Zhonghou's body like a tide.

Except for Lin Zhonghou's eyes become white pupils, his appearance is not unusual.

Except.

The tight meridians, round eyes, and wide mouth turned into chicken feet due to cramps.

It can be seen how terribly frightened this death was during his lifetime.

The paper man retreated.

Turn into pieces of lifeless confetti, flying with the wind.

Hidden into the night sky.

Hidden into every corner of the Zhenhun Division.

Just like this paper, it's just paper, nothing else.

In the exclusive class room of Lin Zhonghou.

The faint blue lights flickered, puffed, and the wick blew up like fried beans, splashing out puffs of oil stars.

The blue flame screamed at the weird smiling face, pulled out a twisted curve, and gradually turned into orange.

The environment of the classroom is like changing from one time and space to another.

Become full of warmth.

It becomes more like a place between the sun.

Except.

Lin Mong Hou, who stood blankly like a sculpture, was frightened into a dead body.

Are paper people a demon?

No.

So there is no movement in the mirror.

Does the paper man have a soul?

No.

Therefore, the Monument to the Soul of the Soul didn't notice it.

The weirdness of the classroom didn't cause the slightest disturbance.

I don't even know the big tongue.

It's not that it can't detect it.

It is at this moment, not in the soul well.

It's in the underworld.

In Huangquan.

Talking to the black candle deity under the coffin.

"Time changes, the world is easy, and those who gain the general power will live forever."

"Yin and Yang are in order, and all things reincarnate. This is the general trend."

The two are separated by a long distance, communicating with their spirits.

"You and I know that this trend is not the other trend."

"In my eyes, this is the general trend."

"Stubbornly stubborn." The black candle was about to scold it, and its ray of soul melted back.

The black candlestick shut up immediately, digesting what he had seen and heard.

The black candlestick was silent, and the single beard on his forehead, without warning, began to numb and heat.

There is no sorrow and joy in its eyes, and the body that should have completely awakened slowly sinks under the coffin of abiding by.

"Let me think about it again."

The spirit of the black candle came, and the ghost soldiers and ghost generals of Huangquan's line gave the order to stop.

Above the Yellow Spring, the huge sarcophagus square.

The evil soldiers and ghost generals who couldn't see their heads, then walked into the sarcophagus.

On Huangquan Road, it was once again replaced by the soul of repairing a sarcophagus.

But this time, the soul of the sarcophagus repairing team is not only the cave digger.

There are more yin gods coming out of the Yellow Spring River.

……

The big tongue also fell silent.

The six realms have not fully awakened, only the six big tongues can move freely and maintain the rotation of reincarnation.

He or he.

The enemy to face.

It is far from the various forces behind the underworld represented by the six channels of Yin Yi.

There are older beings staring at him.

He.

Also staring at older existences.

He will do.

It means to keep the reincarnation.

Let this world.

Yin and Yang are in order.

All things reincarnate, endlessly.

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