Infinite Script Killing

Under the big tree in the courtyard, Xu Tong stood behind the wall and looked out through the door panel.

I could see the smoke rising from the entrance of the village, and I could still smell the burnt smell in the air in the distance. After the chaotic fire just now, the liveliness of the village had actually returned to its original state.

Without the threat of fire, these villagers continued to sit back on their chairs and once again staged a lively scene of singing and laughing.

It was as if the fire just now had not affected them at all, and the smiles on every face were still so bright.

"You can't blame them. Paper figures are no better than living people. Whatever they look like when they are made is what they should look like. Even if they know that the wine and meat in front of their tables are smelly, and no matter how painful their hearts are, they still maintain that look on their faces. A smile that will last forever, because that’s how it looked when they made it.”

Zhong Nan looked at the lively village in front of him, with no expression other than numbness on his face. He had seen this scene many, many times, so many times that he couldn't even remember it.

“What a beautiful design!”

However, unlike Zhong Nan, Xu Tong instead praised the village in front of him.

Seeing the confused look on Zhong Nan's face, he smiled: "Don't you think it would be a great thing to be able to design everyone's expressions and stories by yourself??"

Ignoring Zhong Nan's incomprehensible gaze, he closed his eyes. Countless plots had flashed through his mind, and a stage drama had already emerged in his mind.

How great would it be if I had such ability? ?

"Ignore him, he is just a lunatic. You will get used to it as time goes by." Li Bo whispered behind Zhong Nan in a low voice.

After speaking, Li Bo shook his left hand that was originally severed.

At this moment, the severed wrist was actually replaced by a paper hand.

Although the hands are made of paper, both the joints and the palm prints are lifelike. At first glance, they look no different from the hands of a living person.

The most amazing thing is that Li Bo can actually control this hand, just like when he had not lost his hand.

He caressed the palm as if it were his most precious treasure.

This paper palm is Zhong Nan's masterpiece. To be precise, Zhong Nan asked him to remove it from the paper man.

After gluing it together with his broken wrist with thick paper pulp, Zhong Nan just clicked on it a few times, and he and the hand felt like they were one.

This simply overturned Li Bo's worldview, but then he thought about it, there were zombies in this ghost place, and the paper figures almost killed him, so what's so strange about a paper hand.

Just when Li Bo was watching in rapt attention, Xu Tong kicked him in the butt: "Stop being such a slut, I won't hold you back with a hand to do the catheter, hurry up and get to work!"

"Hey!"

After being kicked, Li Bo immediately became honest. He sat on the chair and carefully took off Xu Tong's cinnabar bracelet and counted it, there were eighteen pieces in total.

First throw a few into the garlic mortar, and then smash them vigorously.

While smashing, he lowered his head and said, "Brother Xu, can we really succeed?"

"Yes, I definitely can!" Zhong Nan nodded, patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, my uncle is most afraid of this thing. As long as his power is broken, his Paper Man Technique will no longer work."

Although Zhong Nan spoke with confidence, Li Bo looked at Xu Tong.

Seeing this, Zhong Nan couldn't help frowning, but without saying anything else, he walked to the room to rest with a bored look on his face.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Bo continued: "Can I ask you a favor?"

Li Bo looked around and saw that Zhong Nan and Zhang Hao had already entered the room. Then he took out the photo he had taken earlier and wrote some numbers on the back of the photo with charcoal.

"In case I can't go back, please tell me this number. My family lives in Donghuatan Xichun Community."

No matter how hyped up Zhong Nan was, he only had one life. Just the two paper figures left by Zhong Nan's uncle almost killed them. Is their uncle really a fuel-efficient lamp? ?

He didn't dare to hope that he could escape unscathed, but if he were to be found here, the one who would be most worried about him would still be his mother.

"If my mother asks me where I've been, just say that I went out to contract a project and won't be back for a while. You...Brother Xu? Brother Xu? That's the other way around!"

As he spoke, Li Bo looked back and saw Xu Tong looking at his poster. He couldn't help but remind him: "The password is written on the back!"

But Xu Tong ignored him, and instead looked at this still with great interest.

In the stills, Li Bo was actually pulled into a coffin, and most of his head was eaten away.

"interesting!"

He didn't listen to a word of Li Bo's nonsense. He smiled and patted this guy's honest face: "Leave it to yourself and talk to your mother."

After saying that, he walked into the kitchen, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this, Li Bo put away his stills with a depressed look on his face, and muttered in a low voice: "Stingy, what's wrong with helping me? Huh?? Why are there two pills missing??"

I looked down and saw that the cinnabar beads that had been placed aside had lost two of them. I quickly got up and searched around but couldn't find them. I had to throw the rest into a garlic mortar, thinking I'd look at it anyway. Not coming out.

"Dingling~Dingling~Dingling~~"

Camel bells jingled outside the village gate. The old man sitting on the snail car closed his eyes slightly. When he heard the sound of music playing in the distance, he squinted and glanced at the sky. He estimated that there would be another hour or so. It's about to light up.

Looking back at the sleeping men and women in the mule cart, the old man couldn't help but have a simple smile on his wrinkled face.

"It will be July 15th in a few days, and you will be relieved when the day comes."

Thinking of the old man holding his beard with his hand, he made a careful calculation in his mind: "I will burn the person when I get back, and it will be a hundred. Even if it is a sinister incident, I can't find the reason, I just don't know how to prepare." Is the money enough or not..."

While he was lost in thought, the burnt smell that filled the air suddenly made the old man startled. He stood up and looked ahead.

When he saw several thatched cottages that were burned down at the entrance of the village in the distance, the old man's face suddenly turned ugly: "Oh no!"

Immediately, he ignored the sleeping travelers in the car behind him and walked towards the village with the riding crop in his hand.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw that only four of the six old men from the ringing team at the entrance of the village were left, and one of them had half of his head burned off.

Now there was a heavy gloom in the old man's eyes, and he ran straight to his new house in the village without caring about anything else.

When he arrived in front of the new house, the old man's heart suddenly felt cold.

The courtyard door was wide open, and the courtyard was in a mess. Even the chickens ran out of their cages and ran around.

Seeing that something was wrong, the old man held the riding whip in one hand, took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket and clasped it in the palm of his hand, walked to the front of the main room, gently opened the door with the riding whip, and looked through the crack of the door with squinting eyes.

The room was dark, but he could see that the tables, chairs and benches in the room had fallen to the ground, and the two 'support women' he had left behind were standing motionless by the door.

When he saw that the pair of paper figures on the chair, still wearing new clothes, were safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After making sure that no one was in the room, the old man walked into the room with a dark face. When he lowered his head, he saw a piece of cloth stained with blood on the ground.

"Did someone discover it?"

At this time, the old man suddenly saw the big box that fell on the ground. The golden and silver paper ingots inside were scattered on the ground. He immediately stamped his feet and cursed him. When he looked again, he saw only the sandalwood box on the ground, and he was even more confused. Urgent, I bent down to pick it up.

The moment he bent down, he saw the paper man standing behind him slowly opening his eyelids, staring at the old man's back, and then picked up the paper stick in his hand and smashed it at the old man.

"Old man, I've been waiting for you for a long time!!"

Li Bo roared and smashed down with all his strength. The old man didn't even have time to dodge, and was immediately hit hard on the back by the paper stick.

However, before Li Bo had time to be happy, he felt that his stick was as light and weightless as hitting cotton. When he took a closer look.

Only then did he realize that the man he knocked down was an old man. He was obviously just a thin paper man, right?

Seeing this, Li Bo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a sound of wind came from behind him, and Li Bo was kicked to the ground hard.

"Hmph, I thought he was a hero, but he turned out to be a idiot."

The old man walked in from the door, his turbid eyes flashed with a ferocious light in the dark night, his hand shook, and the riding crop in his hand was like a poisonous snake, making an ear-splitting sound in the air.

There was an explosion of "Pa!", and Li Bo's face trembled, and there was a burning pain in his chest. Blood and paper scraps were mixed together, and his chest seemed to be slashed with a knife, and a huge gash was torn open. Kouzi.

"Fuck, I'll fight you!!"

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Li Bo got up and rushed towards the old man. He didn't believe that the old man looked to be in his early sixties, so he couldn't beat an old man.

Seeing Li Bo flying towards him, the old man smiled coldly, with a playful look in his eyes, just like a cat looking at a mouse, and easily avoided Li Bo's bear hug with one side of his body.

Lifting his toes, he gently moved forward and cleverly pressed against his instep. Li Bo didn't even have a chance to react, and he was thrown into the ground with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Hmph, I just happened to have a few more guests here, so I'll just use you to make some pig-killing dishes."

As he spoke, the old man took out a bell from his arms and a piece of yellow paper in his right hand. When he pinched the yellow paper on his fingertips, a simple and honest little pig came out in an instant.

Li Bo looked back and suddenly thought of Zhang Hao. The fat on his face shook and he screamed: "Brother Xu!!"

Hearing Li Bo calling someone, the old man immediately realized that something was wrong. He subconsciously looked at the groom sitting on the chair and picked up the whip without any hesitation.

There was a sound of "Bang!" and the groom's head was suddenly smashed into pieces.

wrong! !

The whip failed, and the old man's pupils suddenly tightened. At this moment, the bride sitting beside him suddenly moved, waving his hand as if something was coming towards him.

The old man wanted to dodge, but his strength was exhausted. Before he could withdraw his strength, Xu Tong, who was accompanying him as the bride, waved his hand and sprinkled cinnabar on him.