Mysterious Resurrection: My Pasty Paper Man Can Catch Tricks

The inch-cut man at the door seemed to understand something.

Hands slowly touched the pockets.

But before he took out anything, there was an angry shout in his ear:

"Go to hell."

At the same time, a huge force came from behind him.

The inch-cropped man couldn't control his center of gravity for a moment.

Stumbling, he stumbled into the bedroom and fell beside his companion's body.

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Chapter 146 Are you dead?

The companion was strangled to death by his own shadow, which undoubtedly told the short-haired man that the strangeness in the room had something to do with the shadow.

Now that he fell next to his companion's corpse, how could the cropped man not be alarmed.

At this moment, the crop-headed man was in no mood to care about Wei Juntao, who was standing at the door and staring at him happily.

All his thoughts were on his shadow on the ground.

Sunlight shines through the window into the room.

The shadows of all objects are reflected obliquely on the ground.

Fortunately for the inch-headed man, his companion had turned into a corpse and fell to the ground.

The shadow produced was only that point near the corpse, and did not touch him.

The cropped man stiffened and waited for about ten seconds.

I didn't feel the strangeness coming, so I was a little relieved.

He stood up carefully, deliberately keeping a certain distance from his companion's corpse.

Still nothing abnormal.

At this point, he was finally relieved.

Looking at it like this, although it is still not completely sure what the tricky killing rules are.

But you can probably guess that you must be in contact with the shadow.

As long as you keep your distance carefully, you can sit back and relax.

Thinking he had found the trick, the inch-headed man looked at Wei Juntao with that exaggerated smile on his face again.

Harsh words spit out from his mouth slowly.

"You... finished!"

Seeing that the inch-cut man was fine, the joy on Wei Juntao's face froze instantly.

"No...impossible...it's impossible..."

His pupils narrowed, and he stepped back tremblingly.

But accidentally bumped into the coffee table and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the inch-cut man suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha…"

There was a cold look in his eyes, and he took out a pocket knife from his pocket.

Playing a flower knife, he walked slowly towards Wei Juntao.

"I have to say, you found the opportunity just now very well."

"Unfortunately, luck doesn't seem to be on your side."

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The inch-cut man walked slowly, but his footsteps were heavy.

He did this on purpose, in order to appreciate the growing fear on Wei Juntao's face.

I have to say, it really works.

Wei Juntao, who fell down in the living room, heard the footsteps coming from his ears, and his body trembled more and more.

He kept trying to stand up.

But because I couldn't control myself, I tried several times and failed.

"Tsk tsk... You should really take a look at yourself in the mirror now, why are you so afraid of looking like this, it's really... so beautiful!"

The inch-cut man's smile gradually became distorted.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the knife edge.

A line of blood appeared on the tip of the tongue, and the blood slowly gushed out.

The inch-cut man didn't care at all.

Swallowing the blood gushing from the tip of his tongue like tasting fine wine, he continued:

"If possible, I really want to peel off your current face, but unfortunately, the time is not right."

As he spoke, he shook his head.

It seemed that he really regretted that Wei Juntao's face could not be peeled off now.

At this moment, Wei Juntao was not only afraid.

My heart is more of a kind of nausea.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and roared heart-piercingly:

"If you don't come out, I will die."

Hearing this, the inch-headed man stopped.