I didn't take action immediately because I wanted to see what he was up to and what mysteries he had up to.
I came to Yuan's Yin Yang House suddenly without any preparation or warning. What happened here at this moment should not be Zhang Er's plan to deal with me...
Now I have not taken action, and neither has he. Everything seems to be normal, which means that Zhang Er wants me to see it?
I was highly concentrated, thinking and judging rapidly in my mind.
At this moment, there was suddenly another rustling sound, and paper bundles fell from the beams one after another!
There are a lot of these paper bundles, but they are smaller than normal paper bundles. They are all "people" lying on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, another slightly larger piece of paper fell. It was a boat!
And on top of this paper boat, there is another paper man. This paper man is wearing a green linen jacket and has a hemp rope wrapped around his shoulders. Is this actually a corpse collector? !
A high-pitched singing voice suddenly sounded faintly from the stands.
"The fetus in the river, the yin gives birth to the child, and the yin and yang destiny is born."
"The person who scoops up corpses, receives the underworld, starts from the lower realms." The next moment, the person stuck in the paper moved...
The paper-shaped figures on the boat waved their arms, while those lying on the ground were trembling and struggling.
This scene is very abstract.
But it can be seen that what this means is that the person fishing for the corpse is fishing for the corpse.
Back then, the old man who was stealing longevity set up a stage and sang an opera made of people made of paper. It was about stealing longevity.
What is sung in this song is that the person who picks up the corpse will receive the yin life, and the first sentence is still talking about the yin and yang life of the innate person? !
The yin and yang destiny he mentioned...referring to Li Yinyang? !
I was frightened, and my pupils tightened even more. Is Zhang Er trying to perform Li Yinyang's life by pricking people with paper to sing an opera?
But how could he know what Li Yinyang's life was like?
When I thought of this, my heart suddenly condensed.
Turning my head, I looked at the two chairs in the main room...
I suddenly understood why Zhang Er allowed so many old people to stay and still act as actors.
He must not have controlled He Pheasant, nor did he stir up Li Yinyang's body.
This stage is his method!
People have obsessions in life. Li Yinyang's obsession is his family. He has only evil thoughts. The root of his hateful thoughts is his family.
In addition, He Pheasant is said to have killed Nu Gang, but He Pheasant's obsession must also be Li Yinyang.
She protects the Yuan family's yin and yang house, but she will not refuse Zhang Er's behavior, which is to replay their lives.
However, if they don't refuse, it doesn't mean that Zhang Er can do anything to them.
The Taishi's chair at this time was still empty, which illustrates this point.
The fact that I can still stand here alive proves this point.
Because if Zhang Er really triggered Li Yinyang's corpse and controlled He Fei, I would be dead by now!
The sound of rustling came again, and I turned around again.
I know that Zhang Er is looking for opportunities for the purpose of singing with paper. Although I am eager to know about Li Yinyang's life, I know better that I have to interrupt Zhang Er now!
I suddenly raised my hand to pull out the ghost knife from my waist!
But just at this moment, among the old people sitting next to me, two people suddenly reached out their hands at the same time. One held my left hand and the other held my right hand!
Their movements were too fast, and my attention was all on the stage just now, so I didn't react.
I failed to pull out the guillotine sword. Suddenly, a voice that sounded like a woman came out of one of the old men's mouth.
"Listen to the show!"
Big drops of cold sweat suddenly broke out on my forehead.
The other old man also stared at me with an indifferent expression, but he did not speak or make any other movements.
More importantly, their hands did not touch the Guillotine Sword.
They must have collided... I just don't know if it was Zhang Er who did it, or if the sound came from another "person".
I wanted to move, but my hands were suppressed and I couldn't move at all.
And at this moment, at least more than half of the old people raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at me with evil eyes.
Shadowy, murderous, fierce!
The temperature in the yard suddenly dropped to freezing point.
It has been a long time since I felt the fear rising from the bottom of my heart. This fear made me almost forget to breathe...
"Listen to the show well." The old man said again abruptly.
His eyes looked towards the stage, and the others also looked back. I didn't dare to move any more.
This is definitely not what Zhang Er can do!
Similarly, my eyes also reached the stage, and now the paper bundles moved again.
All the paper bundles lying on the ground were put on the corpse boat. In the next moment, with a rustling sound, all the paper bundles were pulled up to the rafters.
The next moment, another row of paper bundles fell.
There were about ten paper-tied people, all holding small paper-tied swaddling clothes in their hands. They were clearly women who had just given birth, and they were all kneeling on the ground.
Among them was a paper-bound man wearing a green linen jacket and a hemp rope, but with a large wooden box astride his waist.
