Chapter 2: Paper People (2)

Jiangjia Medical Hall is located in Yanchao Lane. Most of the wooden parts of the house were burnt out in the fire three years ago. Today, only the westernmost half-room is left, which can block the wind and rain. It is not useful, it is not appropriate to stay, but it can hide ghosts.
Jiang Jiawei's son, Jiang Shining, who is weakly crowned, has become a lonely ghost in his house.
After slipping into the courtyard from the crack in the wall, he delayed a little time, but his mouth was not idle--
"Is the door and the chamber separated by the East China Sea?" The clear voice couldn't stop again.
Jiang Shining himself opened his mouth and rolled his eyes to the sky with a stern face. After a moment of silence, he answered with a low-pitched voice: "People come in, the food container is stuck outside the wall."
He snorted and said to himself, "Admire."
After a while, he changed his voice and said, "Reward."
Jiang Shining: "..."
Judging from his pale face in the moonlight, he probably didn't want to open his mouth any more.
The crumbling three walls of the room were darkened by fireworks. There was only a hole in the north-facing window. In the winter months, there was no morning light in the fifth day of the month. There was only a shadow of the crescent moon, and there was a little salty in the corner of the room. Light. The man sitting by the edge of the window cave just fell into the cold moonlight so that the other half was hidden in the darkness.
He was wearing a black suit immersed in the night, and two shadows were pressed under the straight and beautiful eyebrows. The dark eyes reflected a little light, and the outline alone could see that this man had a good skin ... The half of his face in the moonlight was too pale, and the bones of his wrists supporting his chin were particularly prominent, revealing a thick sickness.
In fact, he did get sick--he couldn't stand up and couldn't walk.
As for the cause? That's really a ghost. He stayed in Jiangzhai for four days, and Jiang Shining knew nothing about him except his surname Xue Mingxian.
"Please change your posture, sit or sit, be warped for a long time and be paralyzed in the upper body." As soon as Jiang Shining entered the compartment, he stuffed the full food box into Xue Xian's arms. He seldom talked about and read the sage books for ten years or so, and his eyes hurt when he saw the idleness of Xue Xian.
"You can paralyze with two twists, when I'm you?" Jiang Shining turned back and went out of sight, then opened his mouth and muttered himself with a clear voice.
"..." Scholar Jiang was completely unwilling. He turned his head and rushed to Xue Xian with a broken face: "I'm all in, can you say something, ancestor?"
Xue Xian lifted the lid of the food container, squinted and smelled the smell of hot food, and finally lazily opened his mouth in person: "Okay, I'm tired of the meat. Would you like a piece?"
Jiang Shining said badly: "Are you burned to me?"
Xue Xian: "Dream."
"Eat yours!" Jiang Shining said no more and ignored him, but walked to the root of the wall, the whole person collapsed suddenly, and turned into a thin humanoid paper, sliding down the wall to the ground— —He has limited daily hours and has to rest at the end.
At first glance, this humanoid paper was cut by a certain wizard. The edge is worse than that of a dog. A few pens were drawn on the face with a few pens, and a shadow of Jiang Shining can be discerned, but two cheeks of carmine are on the cheek. , Strangely stupid.
After a while, the paper covered the body with a corpse on the ground, and it became a gentleman's disease. He scammed again, frowning at Xue Xian: "I just wanted to say two days ago, how can you not even take chopsticks?"
Xue Xian's eyelids glanced at him saltily and saltily: "Thank you for your good words, my upper body has also been paralyzed for a long time, and I just sat up recently, and my chopsticks are not working."
After speaking, raising his hand, he threw a hidden weapon, right in the middle of Jiang Shining's head, and hit the Paper Man to the ground again, it seemed impatient.
Jiang Shining turned his head hard and looked at the hidden weapon: Hey, chicken bones!
The paper man paused for a moment, and then remembered what dying struggling again: "Have a discussion, can you not put two red powders on my face tomorrow night."
Xue Xian was more lazy this time, only answering one word: "No."
Jiang Shining: "..."
The so-called cannibalism is soft and the person's hand is short. If it hadn't been for Xue Xian to help him get the paper body, he wouldn't know where he was floating.
But in this matter alone, Jiang Shining is a bit confused--
Huizhou has a wide area, and there are a lot of empty vacant homes. Any one can provide him with a temporary shelter. However, he chose Jiang Jiayitang's burnt-out abandoned house, and he did not know what was wrong. Besides, Xue Xian said on the first day he came here that he would do something important. But four days later, in addition to eating, he only did one thing, which was to help Jiang Shining cut a paper man.
Doesn't matter what the paper cutter is, right?
Jiang Shining affixed it to the cold ground for a while, and thought of cheating again.
Xue Xian's temper was bad, and he became impatient when he came back two times. In the third round, he directly blocked: "Open your mouth and cut your mouth again, and say something tomorrow morning."
Jiang Shining hurriedly said, "Last sentence."
Xue Xian glanced at him: "As soon as you talk, I have a heartache. If you listen too much, you will be paralyzed and shut up."
"It seemed that I followed someone after I entered the door. When I entered the courtyard, I glanced at it. It seemed to be a monk with a string of coins hanging around my waist. I guessed it was time to get to the door." Jiang Shining finished his head. Planted back to the ground, the paper man no more movement.
At this point, he ran out of hours today. Until dark, he could not move or speak, and at best could be a spectator.
Xue Xian: "..."
What can a monk follow a ghost?
A monk with a string of coins in his waist followed a ghost, what else could he do?
Such a matter of importance, you nerd did not say that keep New Year's Eve? !!
With Xue Xian's violent temper, when it was convenient in the past, Jiang Xining could be sent to the sky with the whole yard. Now, he can only look through the window hole blankly, seeing the courtyard door "squeak", being pushed out from the outside.
These days, the magic stick that eats food by mouth is everywhere, Xue Xian is not uncommon, and I know that some of them do work with three-legged cats. It depends on experience. So the older things are, the harder it is to get confused.
Therefore, when the monk outside the door stepped in, Xue Xian took a sigh of relief first—the unexpectedly young man came to see that it was not an empty shelf, but there was nowhere to go. And when he swept away the copper coins hanging from the monk with extraordinary eyes, he was completely relieved.
The more people who have the true skill, the more evil spirits the copper coins in their hands have dealt with. From a distance, it is very different from ordinary copper coins. There is a layer of delicate light floating on the copper surface, evenly covered with oil skin. Although some people can imitate this layer of yellow leather by means of methods that are not on the table, the eyes of ordinary people with most energy barriers and obstacles have no effect on Xue Xian.
The young monk in front of the door was so good that he didn't even know the imitation, let alone the bright yellow oil skin on the string of copper coins around his waist, even the copper skin was almost worn away. I don't know where it came from, maybe it was never used once.
Still want to eat downhill? By what? Lean on your face?
Xue Xian whispered secretly, set the food container down with peace of mind, and folded the roadblock eye method, turning it into a wooden post with burn marks.
He leaned silently towards the back of the chair, and his tall and thin figure collapsed instantly. The blink of an eye also turned into a thin piece of paper, but the edges were much smoother than Jiang Shining, and he also painted It is much finer than him, and there are no more two pink eggs on his face.
Jiang Shining, whose body cannot move on the ground, said: "..."
It can be seen that someone is probably a tadpole, a purebred bastard.
The thin sheet of paper occupied by Xue Xian slipped down the chair along the chair, lying next to the sheet of paper of Jiang Shining. With just a blink of an eye, the two pieces of paper on the ground collapsed into another layer, turning into a dark blue moss lying on the mud, completely integrated with this dilapidated house, showing no flaws.
If it was placed more than half a year ago, Xue Xian would never do such a troublesome thing. Any chubby man who has eaten his nest to eat his nest, he can give people a new grave on the spot. But now he has to put down his body, covering his eyes with layers of obstacles--
He was a man who had barely recovered from total paralysis to semi-paralysis. It was extraordinarily difficult to move a place for himself. The paper body's skills were limited, and it was good not to dig a grave.
Fortunately, the monk who came to the door this time was an embroidered pillow, and only his face could sell money.
He reckoned that the monk would come in and take a lap. If no one could find him inside or outside, he should go back home.
The young monk in a white linen monk's clothes stopped in the courtyard and glanced coldly.
Jiangjia Medical Museum originally had three main rooms, three compartments, and a medicine garden with a large front facade. It's a small house, burned by the fire and barren for three years. Now few can be seen in a few glances ...
The monk retracted his eyes, lifted his feet around the rubble and debris on the ground, and walked directly to the only half of the room to the west.
As soon as he stepped into the compartment door, the fingers under his sleeves gave an imperceptibly slight bend. He subconsciously rubbed the coin face around his waist with his thumb, and then frowned slightly, then released his hand.
Jiang Shining turned into a moss clinging to the ground, staring at the monk's monk boots, for fear that he would come in and take a lap, stepping on him. However, Xue Xian was full of heart, and he did not take this monk into his eyes at all.
Sure enough, such a snail house in the chamber can be seen at a glance. The monk didn't even walk in, only stood for a while at the door, then turned away.
Xue Xian laughed again in his heart.
But after a while, he couldn't laugh ... because the monk was back!
When he returned, he had an extra piece of white linen in his hand. According to the material and size, he should have torn it from the hem of his monk's clothes. He was so separated by a piece of clean white linen, carrying a piece of copper skin that he didn't know where to go from the yard, and walked coldly in front of Xue Xian. Shovel up.
Xue Xian: "..."
When scooping up, he frowned a bit, and if he read correctly, it seemed to be a slightly disgusting expression.
Xue Xian: "..."
The bald donkey who went to his mother actually thought he was dirty!