After Zhang Zian was sent out of the store by Lu Yi, he pretended to be calm and returned to his residence, only then did he become frightened.
Over the years of pretending to be a Taoist priest and selling magic weapons, he considered himself a very firm materialist.
He dared to make a living in this way just because he was confident that he had no monstrous powers. On weekdays, I just wander around the shops selling some wholesale peach wood sword and Bagua mirrors. They are of no use, but they are also harmless.
Sometimes there is also a drama about dancing with a god to ward off evil spirits, and sometimes fortune-telling is done with fingers, telling some truths that sound mysterious at first but make no sense when you think about it carefully.
What he sells is emotional value, and what the store buys is peace of mind.
If you are a believer, you may not dare to play some tricks to deceive people like him.
For example, the reason why his mahogany sword emits a puff of black smoke from the tip is because there is a simple mechanism built into the sword. He can pretend to have stabbed him by pressing the button on the hilt. What existence is invisible to the naked eye.
Today, at the newly opened funeral supplies store on the corner of the street, the shopkeeper was a young girl. The shop owner looked young, so how could he dare to be really haunted? !
Today’s fright in broad daylight shattered the firm confidence of a materialist.
Zhang Zian was pacing back and forth in his rental house, calming the hair on his body while thinking about whether he should do something.
Do you want to call the police? Call him and say, hello police, I'm reporting that shop to be haunted.
Just thinking about it, Zhang Zian felt that he might as well call the mental hospital directly, which would save him from wasting some public resources and having the police force him away.
How about calling the Taoist Association? Ask those true ascetics, what should they do in this situation? Will anonymously reporting this funeral supplies store be discovered?
Zhang Zian was a little uneasy.
The young, smiling shopkeeper said politely that he hoped he would not mention it too much. He also vowed to agree.
But that store is open in broad daylight, in a downtown area, raising ghosts!
If I was just a little reminder of the real Taoist priest, wouldn't I...
In his hesitant thoughts, Zhang Zian gradually calmed down the fear he had just been trapped in.
Coupled with being in his own residence, a familiar environment, and a mobile phone with normal communication signal in his hand, it gave him a lot of security.
Just when Zhang Zian looked down at his phone screen, hesitating whether to report it, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something on the hem of his long robe.
Zhang Zian stretched out his hand to pick up the hem of his Taoist robe and wanted to dust it off with his hands, but the moment he saw it clearly, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
A head, limbs, and hands were cut out of a palm-sized piece of white paper.His calculations were not very good, and he could barely make out a human figure. Very rough facial features were also drawn on the head, with round ink dots serving as eyes, and two lines, one vertical and one horizontal, serving as the nose and mouth.
The paper man, which was very crudely made and very small, looked like a work of a kindergarten child, but it frightened Zhang Zian so much that his limbs went numb.
That’s a paper man!
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There was a paper figurine stained on the hem of Zhang Zian's robe. Judging from the craftsmanship and the way the facial features were painted, it was clearly from that funeral supplies store!
This paper man followed him through the streets and alleys until he came to his home!
How can a piece of paper stick to the hem of clothes and not fall off! It was obvious that the shop owner used magic to stick to his body, and he chased him to kill him and silence him? ! Or is it used to track his whereabouts? !
Zhang Zian seemed to have all the blood in his body frozen instantly, the hairs all over his body immediately exploded, and his entire back was numb.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Only then did he realize that people cannot cry out if they are scared out of their wits in an environment where they think they are safe.
He was holding the hem of his clothes, neither putting it down nor carrying it.
I don’t dare to dust myself anymore.
But it would be terrible to let this paper man get wet.
Just when Zhang Zian was in a stalemate with a paper man no bigger than a palm.
The paper man seemed to notice his gaze, and his facial features slowly moved as he nodded.
The rough and dark ink-dotted eyes blinked, and the paper man, which was only a dozen centimeters tall, raised his hand cut out of white paper towards Zhang Zian and put it to his mouth.
Shhh.
Zhang Zian was frightened one after another. Now he couldn't cry or scream. He could only sneeze his nose, cover his mouth and nod wildly.
I understand! I won't say it!
At the same time, Lu Yi was explaining the principles of life to his ghost children.
"You are still too kind, and you feel guilty for just scaring me."
"But I also like your kindness, so I followed your wishes and let you go." Him."
"But a bodhisattva's heart is not enough. Kindness without thunderous means is just weakness."
"So I gave him an insurance." < /p>
"If he fails to do what he promised me in my place, he will naturally have to pay the price."
Lu Yi looked lovingly at the three sitting in a row in front of him The child ghost sighed quietly.
"You ghosts still have good intentions."