Chapter 90: Paper Doll

Chapter 90: Paper Doll

"Then I will burn it tonight, so as to avoid more troubles at night?"

I said hurriedly.

I feel uncomfortable if this thing stays with me for one more minute.

It's better to get rid of it tonight.

"Don't even think about it. Let it be your substitute paper man. You have to hug it and sleep for three days. At least it has to have the same breath as you."

I showed a reluctant expression on my face, and I suspected that Master Lin was deliberately playing tricks on me.

If he didn't deliberately play tricks on me, why did he ask me to sleep with the paper man?

Isn't it enough to stick the birth date and eight characters on it?

I have heard of it when I was a child.

"If it is easy to fool, it is not the remnant of the spirit. Do you think it will treat the paper man as you without your breath? Do you think it is as stupid as you?"

Master Lin spoke very impolitely.

I don't know whether what this old guy said is true or false.

But he probably didn't lie to me. After all, it's not good for him to lie to me about this kind of thing.

Could it be that I really have to sleep with this thing?

Wouldn't that be worse than death?

"Master Lin, don't joke, I'm timid."

I swallowed my saliva and looked very pitiful.

Let me sleep in the same bed with this kind of thing, I will wake up in the middle of the night and be scared to death.

Master Lin looked at me with pity and shook his head firmly.

Then he said slowly, "I think sanitary napkin water is also OK, it's more convenient, how about we drink some?"

I looked desperate, and I had to choose the lesser of two evils, so I could only agree to sleep with the paper man in my arms.

I thought that Master Wang Jiu was at home, and he would not watch me being tortured by the paper man.

If it doesn't work, let Master Wang Jiu do a trick.

This is a particularly good way, but it's just a matter of thinking about it.

At night, Master Lin went out to buy food, and only me and the three paper men were left in the room.

And a pile of yellow paper and a lot of paper money.

I felt more and more that I was about to become a second funeral clothing store.

The female paper man who pressed me during the day seemed to move.

I had my back to her, but the glass in front of me reflected light.

I could clearly see in the glass that her arms were raised a little.

This action now seemed to be holding me in her arms.

I couldn't help but sweat on my back.

I turned around suddenly and found that the paper man didn't move at all.

It was still the same posture as before, and I turned around.

From the mirror, I could see that the paper man was holding me in his arms again, with his chin against the top of my head.

I wanted to move my body and get out of the paper man's arms.

But I found that I was controlled again.

I walked to the bathroom uncontrollably and washed my face first.

Then I took out all the skin care products in the house and applied them to my face layer by layer.

I even took out the lipstick and foundation that I wanted to confess to a girl and prepared to give her but ended up with nothing.

I applied the foundation thickly on my face until my face was as white as paper.

Then I applied the bright red lipstick that I had carefully selected on my lips.

It's weird for a grown man to put on makeup.

My face is painted as white as paper, and my lips look like they drank blood. It looks weird no matter how I look at it.

It doesn't look like a living person, but exactly like a paper man.

I shuddered in my heart and wanted to take back control of my body and wash the stuff on my face.

And I squeezed out a smile in the mirror.

I saw clearly that it was laughing at me for not knowing my own limits.

What is controlling me? Why did it make me look like a paper man?

I kept roaring in my heart, but I couldn't affect it at all.

It controls my body and is familiar with everything in my house.

Otherwise, it would never have turned out the foundation and lipstick I hid.

I wanted to throw this thing away a long time ago, and I always felt that it was my wishful thinking.

I also wanted to teach myself a lesson, so I kept it.

I was also very surprised that it was turned out today.

I still felt a little sorry for Bai Xian.

It controlled my body, walked to the side of the female paper man, and made a very twisted posture.

I felt severe pain, but it seemed unconscious.

When Master Lin came back, cold sweat had already appeared on my forehead.

I felt that my eyes were black from time to time, as if I could faint at any time.

Seeing that something was wrong with me, Master Lin threw the things in his hand on the ground.

He pinched the place where the fingertips squeezed out this morning.

Then he put the blood stain on my forehead.

I was about to ask Master Lin what was going on, but I found that I still couldn't move.

I just couldn't feel the pain temporarily.

"What's wrong with you kid?"

Master Lin waited for me for a while and found that I didn't move at all.

He couldn't help but frown and asked me.

I still didn't get the control of my body at this moment, let alone respond to Master Lin.

I had to use my eyes to show him my situation.

Just now in the mirror in the bathroom, I found that it could control my body.

It can even control what I say, but the eyes are still mine.

Master Lin noticed something was wrong with me, grabbed my hand, and checked my pulse at my wrist.

Then I saw him spit on the paper figurine's face, and then slapped it twice.

I felt much more relaxed now, and I struggled to break free from the control.

I regained my body.

I naturally couldn't maintain this weird posture, and fell directly to the ground.

I now doubt whether I can drive at night.

I always feel that I can't drive, after all, my bones are almost falling apart.

I don't know if Jinsuocheng knows that I didn't drive last night.

The ghost pretending to be Master Lin must have told him, but why didn't he come to question me?

The head of the female paper man was beaten to pieces by Master Lin, and it didn't look that scary.

But Master Lin's face was very ugly.

It was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Boy, you are lucky, this method doesn't work. Go back tomorrow and return the paper man. You will know that those seniors who can make paper spirits can't hide here."

What does Master Lin mean? I don't have to sleep with the paper man?

But if I don't sleep with the paper man, I still have to try my luck in the spirit world and find the roots of the treasure of the spirit world.

Before, I was disgusted with sleeping with a paper man in my arms, but within a day, my attitude had changed dramatically.

"Then let's go to the spirit world tonight and look for the rhizome of Lycoris radiata. We can't just sit there and wait for death."

I said with false optimism. An old man of this age shouldn't complain like a woman.

Master Lin must have a reason for rejecting the paper man solution.