"You should know this. The reason is similar to the finishing touch in the allusion. When you add the eyes, the dragon will come to life. The same is true for the paper figures, which will attract evil spirits.
"I've heard this." Jiang Cheng responded.
"Have you ever heard of Sanbuzha?" Du Moyu's voice became even lower, and his expression changed accordingly. He was a little cautious, but also a little unspeakably weird.
Jiang Cheng instinctively raised his attention, "Tell me about it."
Du Moyu didn't sell it, and immediately said: "It is said that there are three kinds of papermakers who don't tie, and these three don't tie correspond to three kinds of things.
"First of all, don't kill shrews. This kind of shrew in life will definitely entangle others after death. You should hide from such people before death and avoid them after death."
"Secondly, don't pierce pregnant women. A pregnant woman's corpse kills two people. The evil aura is very strong. This kind of corpse, let alone a paper piercer, even other people who are in the business of fishing for vaginas dare not come into contact with it."
"The third one is the people in the same profession, that is, other businesses that fish for corpses, including corpse sewers, executioners, corpse drivers, the guardians of Yizhuang, and us corpse fishermen."
After a pause, Du Moyu continued: "People like us are destined to commit evil and do not enter the cycle of cause and effect." Jiang Cheng frowned and reminded, "We just play the role of corpse collectors in this world. The real world is not about collecting corpses, so why are you so involved in the drama?"
"This is called empathy. Every qualified author needs to master this ability, so that he can better resonate with the characters in the book, care about his concerns, think about what he thinks, read what he thinks, and make the characters full-bodied and flesh-and-blood. Use your best state to give back to the readers who support me." Du Moyu raised his head and said with a very emotional expression.
According to Jiang Cheng's original character, he would have strangled the supernatural author in his cradle, who had not endured many severe beatings, but after seeing the light in Du Moyu's eyes, he finally relented.
The most important thing is that Du Moyu seems to be a pretty good person. He knows a lot and is willing to share it with him.
"Is there anything else?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Well... Du Moyu's throat rolled, he stared at the empty tea cup in his hand, and smiled sheepishly.
Jiang Cheng took the teapot and poured him another cup of tea. Du Moyu drank it down. After wiping the water that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Jiang Cheng and said with a satisfied smile: "No more."
"Really?" Jiang Cheng smiled playfully.
Du Moyu shook his head, "No more.
Jiang Cheng rolled up his sleeves, sat up, grabbed Du Moyu's neck and was about to throw him out of the window, "I know from my interactions with you that you are a bitch. You like half-talk, right? Today I have to pull it off." Get rid of this problem in you."
"Don't, don't, don't!" Du Moyu was a little panicked. He didn't expect Jiang Cheng to have such a bad temper. "Actually, there's one more thing I didn't say, but this one is more suspenseful, so I...
Jiang Cheng originally had no intention of doing anything to Du Moyu, he just pretended to tell him not to jump too much, and let him go after he surrendered.
Du Moyu rubbed his shoulders and whispered: "The last thing is to be careful not to drop blood on the paper man when you touch it, otherwise something terrible will happen."
"What is a terrible thing?" Jiang Cheng couldn't help but worry about Du Moyu's readers. This man was too good at telling the truth. Du Moyu shrank his head and said embarrassedly: "I don't know either. I really don't know about this. Please believe me." Du Moyu seemed to be worried that Jiang Cheng would deal with him again, so Du Moyu acted very well-behaved.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two crisp bangs attracted their attention.
Update... coming.
Pushing open the door, Zhang Jun, Yu and Abiao were already standing at the door of the house. When Jiangcheng Du Moyu walked over, the watchman happened to appear in front of the house.
Similar to the last encounter, the watchman's eyes still stayed on Jiang Cheng's face for a few seconds, and Jiang Cheng frowned at the strange look in his eyes.
Fortunately, later, the watchman finally looked away and said, "Tonight, you have to work hard again. You need to go to the house of shopkeeper Zhou, the papermaker, to choose a suitable paper figure for him to bury."
The watchman's voice was as hoarse as ever, as rough as stones being polished on sandpaper. It blended with the night breeze and made people shudder. "You can choose any paper man, but if you choose a male paper man, remember it is paper." People draw eyes.”
"What's the truth?" Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel his scalp numb after hearing it. It was taboo to dot the eyes of a paper man, and he wouldn't be able to close his eyes until he understood.
The watchman seemed to have expected such a scene, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a different tone: "If you don't want to add eyes to the paper man, you can also choose the female paper man."
"What do you say about the paper girl?" Zhang Junyu asked cautiously.
"If you are choosing a paper girl... you only need to paint the nails of the paper girl, red nails." The watcher stared at them and emphasized, "The red paint... is in that room, you can go in See."
"Paint red nails on the paper man. Even Du Moyu's face changed this time.
"Ho ho..." After noticing the change in the expressions of these people, the watchman made a frightening sound, like an old man who was dying and still unwilling to take his last breath, "remember my words, otherwise... you guys I can’t take the paper man away.”
After being glanced at by the watchman, Zhang Junyu felt a chill on his back, and a cold air rushed straight to the sky.
Du Moyu hesitated and then said, "Senior, you haven't explained the rules yet. What should we pay attention to?"
Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because at this moment the broken face of the watchman was already looking at Du Moyu, with a cold light shining out of his single eye, "Everything is safe outside the door." , after entering the door, good luck and misfortune will be settled. You only need to take the paper man out of that room, and it will be considered a success."
"Besides, there are no other rules. You can just choose the paper man you think is suitable." After a pause, the watchman made a whirring sound, and looked back and forth on the faces of several people with a single eye, using almost The inaudible deep voice added: "After all, as long as Shopkeeper Zhou is satisfied."
After saying that, the watchman turned around and left, and a faint voice floated in: "The third watch is over. Each person has a time limit of half an hour. The sound of the clapper is used as the signal. Remember, be careful of candles, be careful of candles."
The sound drifted farther and farther, and in a few breaths, the figure of the watchman blended into the vast night, as if it had never happened before.
Several people had their own thoughts and were not in the mood to be polite, so they went back to their rooms.
After closing the door, Zhang Junyu's face was solemn, "Did you hear what the night watcher said? He asked us to put the eyes on a paper man. Damn it, what did he think?"
Jiang Cheng sat at the table, holding the tea cup, and said in a positive tone: "The paper man must not be chosen."
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