"Now that you're here, hurry up and take a seat."
"Our family needs to be neat and tidy. How can anyone start eating if they are not neat and tidy?"
None of the paper figures in front of them moved, but the sounds coming from them were serious.
As soon as he finished saying this, the little paper man who was lying on the table with a red cup in one hand suddenly returned to his original position and sat upright.
How does it move?
I didn't even have time to see clearly.
And how do you pronounce these paper figures?
Could there be someone secretly controlling it?
"Come and eat, don't stand around like that, hehe."
Before he could finish his thoughts, another voice came, and the head of the paper man whose head had been cut off had appeared at his feet.
He was looking at himself with a half-shattered face drooping.
Xie Chen felt a little numb for a moment. Could it be that these voices were invitations from the four paper figures to him?
Listening to these words, it seems as if you think of yourself as one of their kind.
Xie Chen's feet were a little weak and he didn't know whether to step forward and wait and see.
I seem to have forgotten something...
I seem to have forgotten the rules for embroidering on the screen before entering the painting...
Xie Chen slowly took a small step forward, and then quickly thought about what the rules of the screen were.
I just went out to see why the moon disappeared, but I couldn't even remember the rules I originally had in my mind.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I even felt timid that I wanted to escape but didn't know how.
I can’t use my pocket watch, I forget the rules after reading them, I’m really a weirdo.
Before he could think of a solution, the white clothes he was wearing suddenly glowed with a slight white light.
I saw the paper head at my feet, already rubbing against my ankles, rolling hard towards the Eight Immortals Table.
Although he was just rolling, the force was very strong, and he felt like there were several people pushing him hard behind him.
"You don't have to prove it to us, we can sense your identity."
Xie Chen's own desire to survive immediately grasped the key words of this sentence.
"My identity?"
Could it be that these four paper figures still regard me as the same kind?
So in their eyes, I am also a paper person?
But when did I myself become a paper man?
Faced with a series of questions that appeared in his mind, he had no way to answer them.
After encountering the ancient well, he felt as if he had lost his mind, and the only rationality he had before no longer existed.
What happened in the middle definitely had a heavy impact, and was also the initiator of my current errors in judgment.
Even the drowsiness that occurs in the body from time to time is probably due to this.
Just after the white clothes on their bodies shone brightly, these paper figures said to themselves "your identity".
It can't help but make people daydream about it.
Pushed by the paper head at his feet, he arrived at the table of the Eight Immortals in a few steps.
Because the room was very dark, and I was far away from the door.
Apart from the red cup held by the little paper man just now, I couldn't see clearly what was on the Eight Immortals' table.
But now it is very clear.
All kinds of broken limbs, even rotten flesh and tongues, were placed on this altar table.
Many of them have only bones left. Of course, there are also many fruits, but they have long been eroded by mold.
Only a few rotten black spots remained.
A sense of stench penetrated the tip of his nose, as if his movement caused the air in the room to flow when he walked here, causing these things to start to smell.
But they are "fermenting" here for more than a day or two. I really can't figure out why there is still a smell.
In the center of this Eight Immortals table, three pillars of burnt sandalwood are rubbing.
The reason why I can tell it is sandalwood is because the incense handle is easy to identify.
Moreover, there are many scattered incense ashes around the three pillars of burned incense, and there is a small section in the middle that is complete and looks very thick.
Xie Chen sat down with some doubts.
Why is there sandalwood in a room?
If sandalwood is used to worship, the specifications will generally be much larger, and even the family of the worshiper will definitely be relatively wealthy.
Xie Chen began to look around.
These four paper figures can definitely only be regarded as "accessories".
That is what was called "slave" in ancient times.
Generally, during worship, the deceased will be burned along with the person being worshipped, so that the deceased can still be cared for after death.
But since the incense has been burned, and these things on the Eight Immortals' table should be tributes.
Of course, the same is true for these four paper figures.
"Hurry up and use your chopsticks."
"If you don't move your chopsticks, we won't dare to eat."
Listening to the urging of these four paper figures, I was not in a hurry.
The bowls in front of me are all made of paper, and even the chopsticks are made of paper wallets.
Xie Chen picked up the chopsticks with some difficulty. In fact, if he applied even a little force, the chopsticks would definitely collapse.
Seeing him pick up the chopsticks, all four paper figures also stood up.
The paper man with his head cut off just now was holding his own head in his hand, looking very excited.
Xie Chen took a deep breath and looked at the food in front of him, not knowing where to start.
To be precise, there should be nothing to eat.
The meat was so rotten that only the bones were left, and Xie Chen gently put down the paper bowl in his hand.
When he just raised his head, a scarlet paper face suddenly appeared in front of him, and it was almost sticking to his own face.
"Why, why don't you eat?"
"Is it not to your liking?"
These words seemed to be spoken by a hoarse old woman, and her voice was very harsh.
The source of the conversation was the larger paper man next to him. It had not fallen down and lost its head inexplicably like the other one.
But compared with the decapitated paper man, its head is even rougher.
Even the part of the eyeball is dented, and you can see the bamboo inside, as if the paper can't hold it together.
The whole face was rotten at this time.
Xie Chen had a calm expression on his face, trying his best to control his emotions and not wanting to show any flaws.
"Eh heh heh!"
A sharp scream sounded, and the face of the little paper man in front of him began to become distorted.
The paint that had dried completely flowed out of the eyeballs again at this time, and fell on the dining table drop by drop.
The whole room began to shake, and it was unclear whether the four paper figures were playing the role of "slaves" or the role of masters.
If they don't eat themselves, they seem to be more anxious than anyone else.
Xie Chen slowly raised his hands, and then adjusted the white clothes he was wearing.
These four paper figures just stared at him, not even moving.
Xie Chen gently put down his finger and pointed at the bright red liquid on the table, which was all dripping from the eyes of the little paper man.
The meaning is obvious,
If the food is dripping like this, how can I eat it? How to take off chopsticks?
When he raised his head again, the paper man in front of him showed a scary smile.
Half of the face was left with only the bamboo frame, which was exactly the same as the lower body, as if it had been torn apart by force.
"Eat quickly."
"You can't go on the road until you're full..."
"Eat, open your belly and eat..."
"This is our carefully prepared banquet, this is us, our banquet..."
"White skin, blue bones, red flowers will bloom, red flowers will bloom..."
"We need, need red flowers!"
The movements of the four paper figures around him became more and more crazy. Under the strange influence, his ability to judge the surrounding environment began to plummet.
The table of Eight Immortals in front of me turned into a guillotine.
There were many corpses on top.
Next to it was a large pool of bright red blood, which seemed to be impossible to wipe away, as if it had completely solidified on it.
Xie Chen's eyes were a little red, and he looked at the twisted walls around him, as if his body was beginning to twist.
"White skin, blue bones, red flowers."
These words floated in my mind over and over again, and I couldn't even tell whether it was the surrounding environment that made the sound or whether I was reading it to myself.
After closing his eyes, he could feel something wrapping around his body, and then pulling hard.
I couldn't muster the strength, but just standing like this, these numerous things couldn't pull me.
Even if I want to open my eyes and see what is around me.
But I found that there was nothing I could do, and my eyes seemed to be blindfolded.
Followed by a burst of laughter, there seemed to be many children playing in the room.
Even though I instinctively want to open my eyes, even though I want to try my best to see clearly.
Although the consciousness is getting blurry...
After an unknown amount of time, several spider webs appeared in front of me.
After opening his eyes and relaxing for a moment, he realized that it was actually the ceiling in the room.
The door was a little shiny, as if there was moonlight shining in from outside.
Xie Chen stood up with difficulty and found that his position was actually at the door of the room.
The door to the room was still ajar, even though he was already standing in the house.
But now I'm a little unclear about whether I was dragged here by those things, or was I already tricked from the beginning without even stepping forward?
Because at a glance towards the Eight Immortals Table, the four paper figures placed on it were all intact.
Even the workmanship can be described as exquisite.
There is a white wreath placed on the side of the Eight Immortals table, with a large word "Dian" written in ink on it.
Perhaps because it was so long ago, this "dian" seems a bit weak.
Xie Chen took a deep breath and found no change in the clothes on his body. It was still a white Hanfu top.
At least I didn't see this wreath before I lost consciousness.
"Why do I still look so calm when I see the paper man talking?"
Xie Chen muttered to himself with some lingering fear.
Recalling the scene just now, I seemed to have been too calm.
It even feels like I don’t take these paper figures seriously at all.
Looking at it now, these four paper figures are obviously much more exquisite, but for such things from the underworld.
I can't help but feel a little frightened like a normal person.
