Bureau of Psychic Creatures Investigation

"And starting tonight, the whole village can't even light a single candle!"

"And this thing?"

Fu Kuan was a little surprised.

He really didn't think about this situation.

After all, this matter is really appalling.

Can you light a candle?
"There are candles at home, you must be careful tonight."

"Thank you."

"polite."

Finally, it was late at night, and Fang Lincheng hurriedly washed and fell asleep.

And Fu Kuan was holding a candle in his hand, a little confused.

"Brother Fu?"

Tang Chuchu asked cautiously.

"what?"

"Are we really going to do this tonight?"

"Of course, only by finding out the secret of the whole village's paper piercing people can we understand Jinye Village better."

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Fu Kuan casually sat on a stone by the side of the road and waited.

Tang Chuchu, on the other hand, paced back and forth with a pair of long legs.

After several hours of bored waiting, it finally reached midnight.

In the village, there was indeed no one.

And it was pitch black, with no light at all.

Fu Kuan looked at the time, there were 5 minutes left.

He lit a red candle and held it in his hand.

The flames flickered, but there was nothing unusual.

"It's getting foggy."

Tang Chuchu suddenly whispered something.

Fu Kuan looked at the entrance of the village, and sure enough, there was a thick fog coming from outside the village.

He said in a concentrated voice: "Follow me closely, don't get lost."

"Ah."

Tang Chuchu carefully stood behind Fu Kuan, finally feeling a little safe.

And Fu Kuan directly flipped his wrist, and Ding Yinhuo appeared.

The silver and yellow flames were constantly beating.

As the fog gradually approached, Fu Kuan's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

At twelve o'clock, the heavy fog completely enveloped Jinye Village.

Then, Fu Kuan heard the sound of drums and gongs beating.

From far to near, and very rhythmic, the sound is getting clearer and clearer.

In addition to the beating of gongs and drums, he could also hear a sound of Southern Tune and North Tune, Qin Opera, Beijing Opera, Northwest Bangzi, all kinds of sounds made him gulp.

Is this the "appearance ceremony" of the paper piercing man?

"Brother Fu, why are there so many weird voices?"

Fu Kuan didn't answer Tang Chuchu, he didn't even know what it was.

Then, there was a rustling of footsteps.

"Footsteps? There are footsteps from the paper piercing people?"

Fu Kuan was a little surprised.

After a while, vivid and brightly colored paper figurines floated slowly from a distance.

Under the mist, it looks even more weird.

Fu Kuan took a closer look and found that the paper was stuck on people, but no eyes were drawn on it.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

You can't live without the paper piercing the eyes.

"Meow--"

A chilly meow came, followed by voices that fluctuated one after another, mixed with these southern accents and northern accents.

And crying!

This is……

Fu Kuan suddenly realized, isn't this just a funeral?
Sure enough, three seconds later, he saw a coffin carried by a paper man.

However, this coffin is also made of paper.

The coffin was very large, at least three meters wide.

With such a wide coffin, at least there are many funerary objects inside.

He smiled jokingly, then looked at his right hand.

The flame on the red candle was still flickering, showing no sign of going out.

"It's not right!"

Tang Chuchu pointed to the dancing flames and said softly.

"hold on."

Fu Kuan watched the paper-wrapped people getting closer, and then took a few steps back.

He wasn't afraid, but wanted to quietly observe what else was going on strangely.

Sure enough, as the cries approached, Fu Kuan could even see the white paper piercing people, presumably, these were the relatives of the deceased.

The fog gradually thickened, and the Dingyinhuo in his hand actually responded!

The silver flames rushed to Lao Gao with a bang, and then directly enveloped Fu Kuan completely.

Tang Chuchu stood outside the silver fire barrier with a dazed expression on his face.

what's the situation?
Fu Kuan himself was also dumbfounded.

The next second, the red candle went out and fell to the ground with a click, breaking in two.

Fu Kuan seemed to have something stuck in his throat, and he uttered more than a few words.

"Brother Fu!"

Tang Chuchu suddenly screamed.

Fu Kuan looked back.

It turned out to be a paper piercer.

This piece of paper has no face!
Only a bare head.

For a moment, Fu Kuan became a little timid.

Is it so scary?
A burst of crying sounded into his ears, and he immediately waved a palm.

But the paper pierced man suddenly disappeared.

Just like that, he disappeared in front of Fu Kuan.

He was dumbfounded.

"Silver fire barrier, expand!"

Fu Kuan yelled angrily, but there was no reaction at all.

Could it be that he automatically sensed the danger?
He was a little puzzled, but he still suppressed the astonishment in his heart and directly activated the aura in his body!

The silver fire barrier was quickly dispelled by him to form a passage that only allowed one person to pass through.

"Chuchu! Come in!"

Tang Chuchu didn't dare to neglect, and went in directly.

Fu Kuan panted heavily, staring at the long dragon on the road.

This is really the whole village paper sticking people!
The sound of beating gongs and drums gradually faded away, and Fu Kuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you all right? Passed?"

Tang Chuchu asked cautiously.

"No! There's something else!"

Fu Kuan sneered and looked directly at the entrance of the village.

Sure enough, from outside the entrance of the village, a large group of paper-stitched people appeared again.

It's just that this time the paper pierced the person without a head!

Fortunately, these are just paper figurines, and the degree of astonishment brought to them is far less than that of real people.

If it was a real person, Fu Kuan might feel very creepy now.

"Brother Fu, there are so many paper figurines, it looks like a white matter team."

There was also a trace of fear in Tang Chuchu's eyes.

If you see paper figurines during the day, you will feel a little unlucky at best.

But in this situation, it was still a foggy day, late at night, there was no lamp in the village, there was beating of gongs and drums, there were strange sounds of southern and northern accents, and there was a funeral procession, which shocked her far more than horror.

"These may be wandering spirits."

Fu Kuan suddenly said this.

"What do you mean?"

"Wandering souls are scattered ghosts, that is, wandering ghosts, who have not found reincarnations and can only stay in this world. Of course, these ghosts are different from those fierce ghosts."

Tang Chuchu nodded with a half understanding.

"Then what do we do now?"

"Follow!"

Fu Kuan took a step forward.

But where they walked was by the side of the road.

The roads in Jinye Village are not very good, so the sides of the road are relatively low, and on the avenue, there are a lot of paper figurines constantly patrolling the night, which makes Fu Kuan a little timid.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

He didn't dare to make a move, and he didn't dare to go up to check.

But suddenly, he was stirred by something.

Looking down, it was a book.