I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

Huan Yeji's eyes were covered with a white cloth, her mouth was gagged, and her hands and feet were entangled with rope-like things. ()

Hee hee hee malicious laughter.

Huan Yeji was tied up and carried lightly, even if she couldn't see her, she could feel it. These paper figurines carried her to the coffin in the ancestral hall.

The sound of the coffin lid opening.

She was put in.

Huan Yeji struggled, touched something next to her, and immediately froze.

She subconsciously thought it was a dead person, but soon realized that the one lying next to her was a paper doll, wearing the clothes of a living person.

Huan Ye Ji's fear was deeper than that of a real dead person.

She remembered what Qin Yue said to her last night: "Although they are paper dolls, if they want to become human, they will find a way to impregnate a woman, get into a woman's belly, and be born as a new life."

"Yezi! Yezi!" It was Tan Yue's voice that choked and screamed at Huan Yeji.

He didn't seem to give up his efforts yet, under the siege of a group of paper figurines, he tried to rush over to rescue her from the coffin.

Across the coffin, there was a terrible voice, laughing hehehe.

She seemed to hear the sound of setting off firecrackers, beating gongs and drums, and voices were everywhere, saying congratulations.

It's as if the outside is not a horrible murder scene, but a wedding hall.

The voice of the paper figurine fluctuates from far and near, as if the whole world is under control, even if she gets out of the coffin, there is nowhere to escape.

The hoarse and terrifying voice sounded like the voice of the oldest ghost: "Pray to heaven and earth."

In a terrifying voice, Tan Yue slapped the coffin in embarrassment: "Ye Zi! Ye Zi! I will definitely save you!"

It was as if a paper man grabbed Tan Yue's head and bumped it against the coffin, his voice was weak: "Ye... Ye Zi..."

Clang, clang, clang!

No more sound.

Soon, the coffin lid was opened again, a person was thrown in, and the coffin lid was closed again.

Huan Yeji couldn't move, tears leaked out of the white cloth, she wanted to speak but couldn't.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Trembling hands groped for her to untie the rope that bound her hands, but she couldn't untie the rope in the small coffin.

Huan Yeji smelled the smell of blood, and the thing in her mouth was taken out, she trembled: "Tan Yue?"

"En." Tan Yue's voice was trembling, and he tried his best to breathe, trying to calm his voice, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, and I will save you."

She felt that his hands were full of slippery liquid, and the smell of blood was getting stronger and stronger. It was all his blood, which made the knot unable to be untied no matter what.

"You were hurt? There was a lot of blood."

Tan Yue tried hard to control his trembling breathing: "It's a bit of bleeding, but it doesn't matter, we are still alive. Ye Zi, you must hold on, those people, those people will come over soon, and they will save us."

He tried his best to promise her something that he couldn't even be sure of.

Huan Yeji was silent for a while: "Fool, don't die. Stop the bleeding first."

The strange sound of yin and yang outside continued, perhaps because there were two people now, it was no longer so scary.

"Husband and wife bow...to the bridal chamber...hehehe..."

Huan Yeji listened desperately: "Paper figurines, what are they trying to do?"

Tan Yue struggled to breathe, trembling from blood loss all over his body: "They, they want to live, they want to be born."

The lack of oxygen and blood loss caused Tan Yue to gradually lose consciousness, and he seemed to pass out while lying on top of her.

"Qin Yue..."

The air in the coffin was thin and the smell of blood was strong, Huan Yeji felt her brain become unconscious due to lack of oxygen.

It seemed to be slowly detached from the body, floating in mid-air.

Her restricted mental power is like a body locked in a coffin, unable to move, but the invisible tentacles are sharply extended, as if they are connected with something.

She seemed to "see" the picture outside the coffin.

A group of indistinct figures clapped and circled around the coffin, dancing like a sacrificial ritual.

"The qi'er stands up, and the descendants continue... The long-cherished wish is fulfilled, and the relationship is always continued... In the future, the official will be high..."

"Zhang Xi Yu Xi... bear my lintel..."

Countless baby-sized paper figurines surrounded the coffin, scrambling towards her.

Those little paper figurines are not scary, unlike the roaring paper figurines outside, they are not ferocious, and they are not shoddy.

It looks like it was carefully made with love, and it is lifelike. Wearing a small apron embroidered with surplus red every year, it is as white and lovely as a doll with New Year pictures.

"Mom, mom, mom... Mom..."

Countless small voices were mixed in the noisy and mysterious sacrificial voices.

It crawled towards her as if running for the hope of life, and swarmed towards honey like hungry ants.

"Go... go away..." Huan Yeji couldn't move, couldn't make a sound, tears oozed from under her eyelids.

It's terrible, terrible.

There was never a moment when I felt that the little baby was so scary, as if one by one monsters were about to tear apart and devour her flesh and blood.

Huan Ye Ji even forgot that this is just a game.

The mental power suddenly collapsed, and the consciousness floated high into the sky, like a dying hallucination, the soul and all things symbiotically sensed.

She "sees" countless women like her, bound in coffins and trapped in dark rooms.

Imprisoned and beaten.

"Seeing" those babies born from their wombs grow up to the ground, and grow into tall and ruthless men, pinching another woman's neck, and slapping lightly: "It's a woman again, if you can't give birth to a son, I want you!" What is the use?"

"Seeing" the dying baby was strangled to death before opening his eyes and uttering the first cry, and was discarded on the hill full of bones.

……

Xie Sha stood on that hill.

Looking at the land under the soft light of the full moon, the sea of ​​rhododendrons shrouded in mountains and seas of clouds, every bright red flower blooms, and a young white bone crawls out.

The mountain wind mixed with the cries of the infant spirit whizzed past.

There are infant spirits all over the mountains and plains, and paper people without faces all over the mountains and plains.

Xie Sha's out-of-control mental power wandered in the sky, as if he had turned into a transparent whale, sensing the mournful cries of other whales falling.

To see what these spirits who dissipated from heaven and earth see—

The old woman's mean and majestic face was hidden in the fog of the smoke pot: "This can't be done, there have been no boys in the village for a long time, and the ghosts of these girls are lingering. There are countless boys and girls in the world. They put women's bellies If they are all occupied, the living souls will not dare to come in."

"Could it be that the murder was too serious, and the cries of these baby girls can be heard everywhere at night. The land is occupied by bones, except for the corpses, which are rubbish. There are more and more wild dogs. Do you want to erect a monument? Overcome it?" The middle-aged man spoke lightly, without the slightest fear of ghosts and ghosts.

The crutches were slammed on the ground, and the old woman's voice was harsh: "Girls who died young cannot enter the grave, this is the ancestor's rule! You are the head of the family, you should know it."

The middle-aged man disagreed: "Then what should I do?"

Silence, and a sharp voice: "Trap the souls of these baby girls in paper dolls, and make them into paper dolls. How can they be reincarnated like this!"

The man was taken aback: "Make it a paper doll?"

"Blind their eyes, and they won't recognize their family; deafen their ears, and they won't hear the sound of their mother giving birth; goug out their noses, and they won't be able to smell their mother. I know you are cruel, They were too scared to come.”

……

The grey-haired man said in a heavy voice, "It still doesn't work. No boy has been born for three years. If this continues, the village will be wiped out."

The women of the past have become old ladies: "Is it because there are too few women? If you don't buy enough women, buy some more."

The man shook his head: "It's not a woman's problem. The men of the Qin family are cursed and cannot give birth to boys."

"Curse? Who did it? Those paper figures?" The old lady was furious.

The man was silent for a while: "Mother, do you still remember the first woman who was made into a paper doll?"

"Remember, the first woman your father bought after his fortune, you were the first to come out of her belly. How do you think of her?"

"Do you still remember the pair of dragon and phoenix twins in her stomach when she died?"

The woman's voice was old and cold: "The wild species that crawled out of the coffin would be unlucky to be buried with my son. They have already rotted in the rhododendron field."

"Mother..." The man looked at her strangely, "For the continuation of the Qin family's blood, can I pay any price?"

"Of course. What do you want to say?"

The man walked to the door and opened it. A young man stood against the light outside the door, his tall and thin figure shrouded in a thin layer of light.

The extravagant whispering voice, reserved and elegant: "Good day."

The man said respectfully: "Would it be possible to solve the curse that the Qin family can't give birth to a boy just by making sacrifices to the paper figurines from the Qin family?"

The man didn't come in, but leaned his elbows on the door frame and nodded contemptuously: "Of course."

The man looked at the old lady in the house: "All the ancestors of the Qin family will be grateful to the mother. Father will too."

"He's..." The old lady slowly came to a realization, staring at the young man at the door in horror and anger, "The one who should have made you and your sister into a paper doll... You devil!"

The person lowered his head, his perfectly lined shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was trying to hold back a smile, and the extravagant and sweet voice trembled madly, repeating her previous words innocently: "Blind her eyes, she won't know home; If you cut out her ears, she won't be able to hear; if you cut out her nose, she won't be able to smell. Knowing that you are cruel, she won't dare to come again."

He raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his mouth to show his white teeth, and smiled brightly and amusedly: "This is really the best curse I've ever heard! But you seem to have forgotten that you are also a woman, and this curse is also applicable for you."

The smile on the snow-white face dissipated, and the cool maroon eyes were like a river flowing towards death, staring at her tenderly without blinking, arrogant and boring: "How about it, let me see it Tan uses the technique of making paper figurines from living people."

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