Mysterious Resurrection: My Pasty Paper Man Can Catch Tricks

A cautious look flashed across his eyes.

But soon, he returned to the expression just now.

"Oh, I was almost cheated by you, isn't it very fulfilling?"

Wei Juntao ignored him, and moved his body back while looking around.

The inch-cut man didn't speak any more, the corners of his mouth were raised high, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Before the cat eats the mouse, it always likes to play with the mouse.

Now that he has played enough, it's time to get down to business.

The inch-cut man couldn't help quickening his pace.

Who knew that at this moment, a gust of wind blew in through the gap in the window.

The inch-cut man who came to the door had already stepped into the living room with one foot.

Just as he was about to fully walk into the living room, his body froze suddenly.

Although the smile on his face remained the same, in Wei Juntao's view, the feeling had completely changed.

"What's up with him?"

Looking at the cropped man frozen at the door of the bedroom, Wei Juntao gradually felt something was wrong.

He stopped moving his body and looked over carefully.

Soon, he discovered a strange place.

A strange shadow appeared in front of him.

One end of the shadow is under the feet of the inch-haired man, but the other end is under the curtains in the bedroom that are constantly swinging in the wind.

It is unusual for the shadow to be so long.

But this didn't surprise Wei Juntao.

What made him palpitate the most was that the shadow was clearly visible, and it looked like a person.

At this time, the humanoid shadow was slowly raising its two arms, stretching towards his neck.

If Wei Juntao had seen how the short-cut male companion died before, he must have known what awaited the short-cut male now.

But obviously, he didn't know anything about it.

He could only watch in amazement as the shadow continued to raise his hand to grab his neck.

Soon, Shadow's hand was connected to his neck.

But after that, nothing else changes.

"What the hell is he playing?"

Looking at the inch-cut man who hadn't changed a bit, Wei Juntao's doubts gradually became stronger.

It seemed that intense doubt dispelled the fear.

Wei Juntao suddenly found that his body had stopped shaking.

He stood up with his hands on his hands.

He picked up an apple from the tea table and threw it at the man with short hair.

I thought the inch-cut man would dodge.

But in the end, the apple hit the short-haired man directly on the forehead.

Wei Juntao was greatly surprised by this, thought for a while, and suddenly guessed something.

"Did he play tricks?"

Earlier, Shen Taiping elicited the strange picture in his father's body to appear in his mind.

His courage grew for a while.

I didn't throw away the apples either, and just replaced them with glass ashtrays on the coffee table.

shuh…

boom…

pala...

The glass ashtray flew straight over, hit the inch-cut man hard on the forehead, and fell to the ground into pieces.

The forehead of the inch-headed man was also smashed to pieces, bleeding profusely.

But even so, he still didn't respond.

Now, Wei Juntao was even more sure that his guess should be correct.

He stopped standing where he was, and walked towards the inch-cropped man.

He only took two steps, but suddenly stopped again.

It wasn't that Wei Juntao showed his kindness and decided to forgive the cropped man.

Instead, he saw that the inch-headed man's face had turned purple, and his tongue stuck out.

At the same time, the originally black and white eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

It is very similar to the legendary hanged ghost.

There was something weird at home.

Seeing the shape of the inch-headed man, Wei Juntao dared not go on.

He stood where he was, looked at the cropped man in horror, and let things develop freely.

In less than 2 minutes, the cropped man's eyeballs turned blood red.

The heavy breathing that was still there just now disappeared at some point.

There was a thud.

The inch-cut man fell heavily to the ground, and did not move again.