Dragon Seeker

Paper figurines, this thing is very particular!

Apart from other things, we, the ritual officials, have too many insights and uses for this, and call it a soul bag.

Most of the time, this thing is related to the soul of a person. It is considered a different kind of dead person. It can accompany the deceased relatives in the underworld instead of the living, and it can also be used as a body for lonely ghosts to live in, so as to achieve the purpose of staying in the world for a long time.

According to legend, when the paper figurines are burned in front of the grave, the ashes will fall into the underworld, and they will become ghosts if they touch the netherworld!

In fact, my father once told me that some paper-making craftsmen with particularly good craftsmanship will not draw eyes on the paper figurines they make. There is a saying called "painting the dragon's eyes". If the paper figurines they make are painted with eyes, the paper figurines will come to life immediately, and they will not be able to go to the underworld. They are very vicious, eating raw meat and drinking blood, and can kill people in the blink of an eye!

In short, this is definitely not an auspicious thing!

I was shivering all over, but the person in the mirror showed absolutely no fear. The corners of my mouth were grinning, and the smile became more and more weird and cold. Along with the trembling, the paper skin on my body was flapping, like a big rooster with its feathers standing on end.

I felt dizzy and staggered, and it was hard to accept this result.

Becoming a paper man, in a sense, means that I am dead!

"It must be related to that tomb!!"

I almost instantly thought of the brine tomb. I have only been involved in evil things this time. There is no other reason. It is most likely that the thing I saw in a half-awake state harmed me. That thing must be related to the brine tomb. Maybe it came out of the tomb and followed me all the way here.

"What kind of harm is this? Did it suck the essence? Or did it take away the soul?"

I forced myself to calm down, thinking about this matter, reviewing the many ways that the dirty things recorded by our ancestors harmed people, trying to find a way to save myself, but I couldn't find a way that matched my current situation after searching through my memory. It was very weird.

However, I think there should be hope.

I remember reading a family book that said that ghosts harm people, but any experienced master, to put it bluntly, is a habitual offender. They rarely beat people to pieces directly. Killing with brute force is too much of a concern. There are rules between yin and yang. It is an unwritten contract between the living and the dead. If it is really touched, it will not be good for them. Most of the time, they use some strange methods to harm people, which is the so-called ghost tricks.

If you are caught in a ghost trick, you will die, but there is still a glimmer of hope!

I think I should be in this state at the moment. I must solve the problem on my body as soon as possible. If it is too late, there may be no chance.

At that moment, I fumbled for my cell phone and dialed my dad's number. The communication showed that everything was normal, but there was no sound in the phone. The silence was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Hehehe..."

Without any warning, a sinister laugh came from the phone. It was a cold man's voice, with a stiff tone and almost no emotion: "Dead is dead, and what should be let go must be let go. Everything in life is empty, why always miss the old people? Come to me quickly..."

I hung up the phone immediately. I instinctively felt that it would be bad to talk to the other party any more. I finally realized a fact. My current state is roughly the same as a ghost. How can a dead person contact his relatives in his lifetime through a mobile phone?

"Since I can't contact them, I'll walk back!"

I was angry. My hometown is not far from here, and I can walk back. The dead can't contact the living, but there are many who have found their way back home. As long as I go home, my dad should be able to solve these problems!

I didn't bother to pick up anything and hurried to the door.

The street was covered with white fog, and there was no sign of dawn.

The moment I pushed open the door, the fog immediately swept towards me. At that moment, I felt my hair stand on end, and an inexplicable fear enveloped me.

Clang!

There were bursts of crisp metal collision sounds in the fog, and two dark shadows were vaguely visible walking towards me step by step. They were clearly moving forward, but their bodies did not move at all, as if they were floating, dragging chains as thick as a child's arm in their hands.

What scared me was the chains in their hands!

These two gentlemen are definitely not human. Their appearance reminds me of the legendary underworld messenger...

"You came so quickly?! Even if I'm really dead, I have to nail the coffin before I can leave!"

I was shocked and thought of the man on the phone. I vaguely guessed the reason. I guess the underworld has already determined that I am a dead person. Contacting my father broke the rules, and immediately sent underworld messengers to take me. My phone call, nine out of ten times, probably called... down there!

Clang!

I closed the door without thinking. There is no way I could go with them. If I was really taken down there, I would be completely dead.

As the saying goes, even rabbits bite when they are anxious, let alone a living person like me? I had already ignored it and thought about how to get rid of these two underworld messengers.

Strangely enough, at this critical moment, my mind was exceptionally clear and I thought of an object!

It was a string of wind chimes, which my father left behind when he handed over the shop to me. He was very serious and didn't explain much. He just told me to hang the wind chimes on the door whenever I buried someone who died a violent death.

Unfortunately, in my eyes, the so-called ritual officials and charlatans were not much different, so I didn't care much at all.

Now I think that thing might be a life-saving object.

I hurried to the table, and the moment I opened the drawer, a dazzling golden light burst out from the drawer.

There was a silver wind chime on the table, with some strange runes engraved on it. It was originally ordinary and looked like an ordinary old object at first glance, but at this time it was emitting golden light. The wind chime was moving without wind, and it made crisp bell sounds of "ding ding dong dong". I was stiff all over. The wind chime in my eyes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger in a trance, lying in front of me like a big bell, rippling a large area of ​​golden light. In the golden light, there seemed to be a big man holding two maces and wearing armor standing there, with his eyes wide open, and he yelled at me "wow", which scared me so much that I almost peed. I could no longer resist the surging fear, and I retreated again and again, and the fear finally subsided a little.

Dong dong dong dong.

There was a rhythmic knock on the door, a total of four knocks, three people and four ghosts, this was a typical ghost knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

A wooden voice came from outside the door: "Hey, it's almost dawn, come out and join us!"

I hesitated, looking at the wind chime that was no longer my amulet, but a death warrant, and looking at the door. Through the window, I could vaguely see two dark shadows outside.

"Hey, it seems that this unlucky guy still refuses to accept his fate."

Another sneer sounded: "Follow the rules, knock on the door three times, like three death knells, this life is over, if you don't come out, just break the door and leave."

After that, "dong dong dong dong" there were four more knocks on the door.

"I'm going to fight you!"

All my hesitations disappeared, and I was aroused to be fierce. I rushed to the sanitary napkin that Zhang Xinya threw on the ground and stepped on it hard. That thing has a very strong yang energy. As far as I know, if a ghost is contaminated by a very yang thing, the yang energy will instantly cover the whole body, just like being roasted in a furnace, extremely painful.

I guess that the wind chime is only effective against Yin people. I am covered by the blazing Yang energy, so maybe I can fish in troubled waters for a while, and I won't be beaten to death by the strong man.

This is just my guess based on theory. I don't know if it is reliable, but who cares about this in such a situation?

The moment the red dragon touched my feet, I screamed "Ah", like stepping on a red-hot iron barefoot, the soles of my feet "sizzled" and smoked, which was not much better than the roasted pig's trotters with oil splashing everywhere. The pain spread rapidly and spread all over my body in a blink of an eye.

I screamed hoarsely, as if only this could relieve the pain. I struggled to grab the wind chime from the drawer. At this time, the third knock on the door happened to sound, and the Yin messenger outside kicked the door open with a "clang". I shook my hand and smashed the wind chime hard on their faces...