Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1051 The Paper Maker

"Go, follow and have a look." Yu Chengmu raised his leg and walked into the village following the shoe prints.

The weird shoe prints soon separated from the villagers' footprints, and they set foot on a small path alone. From the rough estimates of the footprints left behind, there were quite a few of these ghost things, at least a dozen or so.

This number obviously cannot be explained by the corpses in the coffins last night.

Everyone walked all the way, and finally followed to an independent courtyard on the edge of the village, and the shoe prints disappeared in front of the courtyard gate.

The yard was larger than the villagers' houses they saw along the way, but it was a little dilapidated. If you looked carefully, you could see traces of people living there, and the front door had been simply taken care of.

"The courtyard wall of this house is so high." Fatty looked around, the height of the courtyard wall made them unable to see the scene inside, the more so, the more curious everyone was.

Jia Jinliang pretended to go up and knock on the door, but was stopped by Yu Chengmu and scolded, "Nonsense, do you know what you are doing?" Yu Chengmu's beard flicked, looking serious.

"Old man, what advice do you have?" Jia Jinliang laughed along with him, his acting skills were more natural than Yu Chengmu's, and a hint of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Yu Chengmu walked over, stood on tiptoe, straightened his arms, and touched the position above the door frame with his hands. Not long after, he seemed to have touched something, pulled it with his hand, and suddenly a light shot towards him.

It is an inlaid mirror with a simple and simple style, and there are gossip patterns around it.

The mirror was originally covered with a piece of cloth, but at this moment, Yu Chengmu tore off the dark cloth and held it in his hand.

"There is a gossip mirror on the door, and the stone steps under the door are thin and long. The courtyard wall is high and uneven, and the bricks are always in short supply. This house is also looking for the wrong door." Yu Chengmu stared at the dark courtyard door. , that face was a little unnatural, "Go to the door of someone else's door, there is nothing to knock on, otherwise if you accidentally flush the evil spirit inside, happy events will also turn into mourning."

Hearing this, Jia Jinliang couldn't help shaking his body, but he still smiled and said: "Mr., no... not as bad as you said."

Yu Chengmu sneered and moved away: "Then you knock, I want to see what will open the door for you."

Seeing how lively this group of people were performing themselves, Du Moyu secretly laughed, but he still pretended not to know, and stepped forward to persuade him: "Mr. Yu, Boss Jia is also unintentional. You should stop fussing with him." Turning around, Du Moyu complimented: "Mr. Yu, please explain to us juniors what the mystery of this courtyard is."

Yu Chengmu didn't answer directly, but gave Zhang Junyu a wink, and Zhang Junyu walked to the door immediately after getting the order, and didn't dare to touch the door with his hands, but picked up a stone from the ground and gently pressed against the wooden door.

There was a gap in the middle of the door, about half a finger wide, and Zhang Junyu waited for a while before slowly moving his face closer.

About a few seconds later, I heard a sound of air-conditioning, "Everything is stable." Zhang Junyu looked away, turned his head, and his voice was a little strange.

Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard it, "It really is a paper maker!"

"Is there a paper man living here?" Lei Mingyu blinked, he didn't know anything about these things, "But what do you mean by being stable?"

Before Chengmu could answer, Zhang Junyu looked at him, and said rather copiously: "This is a lingo in the antique industry. It refers to four paper horses and eight large sedan chairs. It is usually used in important ceremonies."

How could ordinary people in the antique business understand this? It was obvious that people who had been fishing for a lot of money all year round understood. Jiangcheng's identities for people like Chengmu became clearer in his heart, but his face showed an open-minded look of asking for advice.

But at this moment, Jia Jinliang seemed to suddenly realize something, and looked at the yard with fear in his eyes, "So...the ones who carried away...the coffins last night were...paper figurines made by a paper maker?"

"Paper dolls carry the coffin?" Zhou Qing couldn't help being terrified.

Yu Chengmu glanced at him, Zhou Qing opened his mouth and closed it honestly.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps not far away, and everyone immediately became nervous and turned their eyes to the corner of the wall. After a while, a dark-skinned man walked out from behind the wall. It was the one who led the way last night.

Seeing these people in Jiangcheng, the man trotted over and said in a hurry, "Oh, why are you masters here, so I can find them easily!"

"What happened?" Jiang Cheng asked. Not long ago, the old man was called away in a hurry. It seemed that something happened in the village.

"Someone is missing in the village." The man said quickly, "It's a woman. Her husband and son are both dead. In the coffins you guarded last night, there are... these two people."

"The woman died arguing. We were worried that she would seek suicide, so we specially arranged someone to watch her. As a result, the woman made an excuse to go to the latrine, but it didn't take long to look for her again, and the person disappeared."

"Leave this matter aside for now. Let me ask you, who is the owner of this house?" It can be seen that Zhou Qing is not interested in the woman's disappearance at all. A shadow was cast.

The man looked at Zhou Qing with a strange expression when he heard the words, and the next sentence he said made everyone stunned on the spot, "The owner of this house is the woman's husband, and her husband and son usually fight. In charge of the business here, their family is quite strange, and they don’t have much contact with the people in the village.”

"By the way, this should also be related to the business they are engaged in. He is a paper maker, who makes paper figurines and horses for the dead. His craftsmanship is so good that the paper figurines he makes seem alive at first glance. Like."

The man said so much in one breath, but when he heard that the pierced paper man looked alive at first glance, the fat man's face instantly became ugly. He thought, brother, you should be more confident, maybe not just It looks so simple, but it's alive, and...it can carry coffins!
The man rubbed his hands, looked at them with some embarrassment, and suddenly said: "Since all the masters are here, please go in with me to have a look, and also give me courage by the way." The man was very simple and honest, struggling Face said: "To tell the truth, masters, I am alone, and I really dare not go in and find someone."

The fat man swallowed, and said cautiously: "Will that woman run back here? I think... I don't think so."

"Affirmatively not!" Du Moyu also echoed, although he is writing supernatural novels, he is actually not very courageous, but he is bluffing fiercely, mainly because the yard does not look right.

"Are you in there or not, you have to go in and look for it." The man didn't give them a chance to refuse, he walked up directly, and he didn't know what method to use, and opened the door with two clicks.

"Masters, please come in."

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(End of this chapter)