Nightmare Attack

Chapter 1054 Painted Nails

"You should know this. The reason is similar to the finishing touch in the allusion. Putting on the eyes makes the dragon come alive. The same is true for paper dolls, which will attract evil spirits to possess them."

"I've heard of this." Jiang Cheng responded.

"Then Sanbuzha. Have you heard of it?" Du Moyu's voice lowered, and his expression also changed accordingly. There was a little prudence, and even a hint of indescribable weirdness.

Jiang Cheng instinctively raised his attention, "Tell me about it."

Du Moyu didn't make a fool of himself, and immediately said: "It is rumored among the people that there are three types of paper makers, and these three types correspond to three types of people."

"The first thing is not to stalk a shrew. This kind of person is aggressive in life and will entangle others after death. For such a person, you should hide before death and avoid after death."

"Secondly, don't stab pregnant women. Pregnant women will die twice, and the evil spirit is extremely heavy. Let alone a paper maker, even other vulva-hunting businesses dare not touch this kind of corpse."

"The third is people of the same kind, that is, other yin door businesses, corpse stitchers, executioners, corpse chasers, Yizhuang's spirit guards, and our corpse hunters are all counted among them."

After a pause, Du Moyu continued: "People like us are destined to commit evil spirits, and do not enter the cycle of karma."

Jiang Cheng frowned and reminded, "We are just playing the role of corpse hunters in this world, and the real world is not corpse hunters. What are you doing so deeply into the drama?"

"This is called empathy. Every qualified author needs to master this ability, so that he can better empathize with the characters in the book, worry about what he is anxious about, think about what he thinks, read what he thinks, and make the characters plump and full of flesh and blood. Use the 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 this supernatural author who hadn't been beaten much in the cradle, but after seeing the light in Du Moyu's eyes, he finally softened his heart.

The most important thing is that Du Moyu looks good, he knows a lot, and he is willing to share it with himself.

"Is there anything else?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"This." Du Moyu's throat rolled, staring at the empty teacup in his hand, he smiled embarrassedly.

Jiang Cheng took the teapot and poured him another cup of tea, and Du Moyu gulped it down. After wiping the overflowing water from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Jiang Cheng with a satisfied smile and said, "No more."

"It's really gone?" Jiang Cheng laughed playfully.

Du Moyu shook his head, "Not anymore."

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 the communication with you that you are a broken dog, you like to talk halfway, right? Get rid of your trouble."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Du Moyu was a little flustered, he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to be so bad-tempered, "Actually, there's one more thing I didn't say, but this one is a little tricky, so I"

Jiang Cheng didn't intend to do anything to Du Moyu at first, he just pretended to tell him not to dance too much, and let him go after hearing him soften.

Du Moyu rubbed his shoulders and whispered: "The last point is to be careful not to drip blood on the paper figurine when you touch it, otherwise terrible things will happen."

"What's a terrible thing?" Jiang Cheng couldn't help worrying for Du Moyu's readers, this person is too good at showing off.

Du Moyu shrank his head and said embarrassedly: "I don't know either, this...I really don't know this, please believe me."

Seemingly worried that Jiang Cheng would deal with him again, Du Moyu behaved very well.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two crisp sounds of clappers attracted their attention.

Hit more people. Here we come.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Jun and Yu Abiao were already standing at the gate of the house. When Jiangcheng Du Moyu walked over, the watchman just appeared in front of the house.

Similar to the previous encounter, the watchman's eyes still stayed on Jiang Cheng's face for a few seconds, and Jiang Cheng frowned with strange eyes.

Fortunately, after a while, the watchman finally looked away, "Tonight I will have to work hard again, all the corpse hunters. I need you to go to the house of shopkeeper Zhou, the paper maker, and choose a suitable paper man for his funeral."

The voice of the warden was as hoarse as ever, rough as if a stone was being polished on sandpaper, combined with the night wind, it was chilling, "You can choose any paper doll, but if you choose a male paper doll, remember to Draw eyes on the paper figurine."

"What's the point?" Zhou Qing couldn't help feeling his scalp tingle when he heard it. It's a big taboo to put eyes on paper figures, and he wouldn't be able to close his eyes if he didn't ask.

The watchman seemed to have expected such a scene long ago, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and changed his voice: "If you don't want to put eyes on the paper figurines, you can also choose female paper figurines."

"What does the paper figurine say?" Du Moyu asked cautiously.

"If you are choosing a paper girl, you only need to paint the nails of the girl, red nails." The watchman stared at them and emphasized, "The red paint is in that room, you can see it when you go in. "

"Paint the paper figurine's nails red" this time even Zhang Junyu's expression changed accordingly.

"Ho ho." After noticing the change in the expressions of these people, the watchman made a terrifying voice, like an old man who was dying and still unwilling to take his last breath, "Remember my words, otherwise...you can't take it with you." Walk the paper man."

The person who was beaten took a look, and Du Moyu only felt a chill on his back, and a chill went straight to Tianlinggai.

Zhang Junyu 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 watchman's damaged face was already looking at Zhang Junyu, and the only remaining eye shot a gloomy light, "Everything is safe and sound outside the door. Everyone has a good fortune and a destiny, as long as you take the paper figurine out of that room, it will be considered a success."

"Other than that, there are no other rules. You can choose the paper dolls you think are suitable." After a pause, the watchman made a whirring sound, and looked back and forth with a single eye at the faces of several people, using almost The inaudible deep voice added: "After all, as long as shopkeeper Zhou is satisfied."

After finishing speaking, the watchman turned and left, and a faint voice came afterward: "From the third watch, each person is limited to half an hour, and the sound of the clapper is used as a sign. Remember, be careful of fire candles, be careful of fire candles."

The voice floated farther and farther away, and within a few breaths, the figure of the watchman blended into the vast night, as if he had never been there 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, Du Moyu's face was full of seriousness, "Did you hear what the watchman said, asking us to put eyes on the male paper figurine, what the fuck is he thinking?"

Jiang Cheng sat at the table, holding a teacup, and said in an affirmative tone: "You can never choose a male paper figurine."

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(End of this chapter)