Wu Sheng stared blankly at everything in front of him. At this time, Uncle Liangzi and the others had completely disappeared, and even the paper figures that had been pestering him before were gone.
It seemed that only Wu Sheng and the grave in front of him were left in this quiet world.
The words on the tombstone looked like they had eyes, which made Wu Sheng's heart tremble.
Wu Sheng is now afraid that her sister Wang will pop out of the grave.
Then she said to him quietly: "Little brother, can you go down and play with me?"
Wu Sheng wanted to run now, but his legs were as heavy as lead, and they were shaking as if he had been electrocuted.
What should I do now? If you can't run away, can you just stay and wait for death?
The sound of rain was heard, it was raining, and the heavy basin was pouring down on Wu Sheng's head.
"What should I do?! What should I do?!" Wu Sheng screamed heartbreakingly.
Sister Wang didn't even show her head until now and kept hanging on Wu Sheng. Instead of torturing him like this, it would be better to just come out and play him to death.
Depression, terror and various feelings continued to sweep through Wu Sheng's body, and he kept howling.
"What...are you called~" Suddenly, a woman's ghostly voice came to Wu Sheng's ears.
"Ah! Ah! Ah~" Wu Sheng looked around subconsciously, but saw no one.
Suddenly there seemed to be movement behind him. Wu Sheng turned his head and looked, and his jaw almost dropped in fright.
What appeared in his eyes was a group of paper figures as tall as adults! It’s the same as the paper man who stuck his head into the coffin! But these are bigger than that paper man!
They all twisted in strange steps, moving little by little towards Wu Sheng.
Immediately afterwards, they gathered around the coffin, and then remained motionless, all staring at Wu Sheng.
"Come down." The voice came again, as if it was next to Wu Sheng's ear.
But who would have thought that Wu Sheng would accidentally drop the jar on his lap this time! Then he watched helplessly as it rolled into the coffin.
The next second all the paper figures swarmed up. Wu Sheng wanted to pick them up, but it was already too late!
The paper figures kept piling up on Wu Sheng's body. The strange thing was that although the paper figures were very light, they overwhelmed Wu Sheng.
When the paper figures are crowded, a lot of pieces of paper are rubbed off. Although the rain soaked their whole bodies, they were still able to move due to the support of the wooden bars.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Sheng was carried out. During the struggle, his feet also hooked on the jar. Although he failed to hook it out, it rolled to the place where the coffin lid was pulled open.
Then the paper man pressed Wu Sheng and made him kneel in front of the tombstone, and then pulled his head and forced him to look forward.
The dead ghost Sister Wang suddenly appeared at this moment, with the same familiar face from the afternoon, still smiling.
Seeing Wu Sheng was like seeing Qian.
"I'm here, don't be nervous~" She immediately reached out her hand and touched Wu Sheng's forehead.
Suddenly something hit me and the situation was turned around in an instant!
Wu Sheng clearly saw that it was a cigarette butt that had been chewed hard by someone. Before it was wiped out by the rain, it hit Sister Wang's hand!
After being hit, Sister Wang immediately stepped back, and then her figure suddenly disappeared!
"Damn it, you're wasting a cigarette." A burst of curses came from behind Wu Sheng, but the paper man was so heavy that he couldn't move at all.
I saw a middle-aged man walking up to Wu Sheng, cursing.
"Are you a ghost?" Wu Sheng asked, raising his head.
"You guy? Why are you talking to me? Have you ever seen a smoking ghost?" He smiled angrily.
"Young man... I'm not late, am I?" After saying that, he lit a cigarette: "Huh... don't worry, I will find a way to save you."
"It's not easy to smoke on a fucking rainy day." He tilted his head deliberately to prevent the rain from getting on the smoke.
Then he held the cigarette in his left hand and took out a pair of chopsticks in his right hand: "Can you move your hands now? Pick your own middle finger."
Wu Sheng took the pair of red chopsticks with a puzzled look on his face, then he took out a yellow talisman and stuck it on the paper man.
"Quick! Take advantage of it now! Hurry up and pinch yourself!" Then he pointed his sword at the paper figures pressing on Wu Sheng.
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
"Huh...?" He hesitated, but there didn't seem to be any reaction to the yellow talisman.
He patted his forehead: "What the fuck? It's not working again?"
After saying that, he grabbed the pair of chopsticks, clamped Wu Sheng's left middle finger on it, and then pressed it directly to the ground.
"Pinching the middle finger can temporarily stimulate the excess yang energy in the human body. That is what people often say, if you are possessed by a ghost, you can pinch the middle finger to drive away the ghost." He took another puff of cigarette.
"Boy!" he shouted fiercely.
"Huh?" Wu Sheng felt something was wrong with his expression.
"Just bear with it!" He raised his foot and stepped on it hard!
"Ah!" Wu Sheng felt that his finger bones were about to be broken by him.
It hurt, but Wu Sheng clearly felt the weight on his back gradually lightening.
The paper figures that were originally stuck on Wu Sheng's back kept falling down one after another, and then rushed towards the middle-aged man.
"Holy shit! Damn you. I don't owe you any money, so why are you chasing me?!" After he said that, he ran away, completely ignoring Wu Sheng who was crying for his father and mother.
Wu Sheng was dumbfounded. Could this be the expert that his father and the village chief had gone to great lengths to invite?
Why do I feel more and more out of tune the more I watch it?
Wu Sheng looked at his fingers. Now his middle finger was black and purple and could not move at all. Every time he moved, he felt heartbreaking pain. The saying that ten fingers are connected to the heart was indeed true.
As soon as he stood up, there was an inexplicable gust of wind behind him, and Wu Sheng immediately sped up.
Wu Sheng understood something. As long as he hugged the jar, those things would not dare to touch him!
Just when he reached out and almost touched it, a strange wind suddenly blew!
It actually blew Wu Sheng back a little bit!
Then he felt someone hugging him. Without even thinking about it, it must be that damn Sister Wang!
Wu Sheng struggled hard, but it was of no use.
There was another burst of yelling and cursing, and the expert was chased back by a group of paper figures.
"Fuck you! Damn you! Are you done with it? Fuck you!" Then the master flicked the cigarette butt onto Sister Wang's body again.
Sister Wang let out a scream and let go of her hand.
Wu Sheng used his strength to run over. In order to run better, he ran over from the side of the coffin, then took out the jar and hugged it tightly.
But due to inertia, Wu Sheng kept running after holding the jar, completely unaware that there was a protruding stone in front of his feet...
