Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 71 Seeking Death Again
  My eyes immediately looked at the backpack and neck of the corpse on the ground based on what Boss Hu said.

The contents of the backpack have been rummaged through by Boss Hu. The tools for digging and shoveling are not listed for the time being. There are only a few things in the bag, only the size of a few palms, and they are tightly packed. The highland barley 'bricks' that were just opened, come to think of it. It was their rations, a few bamboo tubes with Martian velvet inside, and a unique pumping pen from the last century.

I glanced around and instantly understood what was missing.

It’s a notebook, or ‘paper’ that can be written on.

This man brought a pen, and it was a pen that is very fine and beautiful even nowadays. It was naturally not used for scribbling on the ground. There must be writing paper that could match it.

But now there is only a pen and no paper in the backpack of this corpse.

What this person recorded is missing.

So what's missing from his neck?
  I placed my gaze on the other person's neck for a long time, and finally looked away in confusion.

From Boss Hu's tone, he seemed very sure that there was something on the other person's neck. With my eyesight, I couldn't tell anything about the bones.

That is not a fresh corpse, but a corpse!
  bone!

If there is still flesh, you may be able to tell what was originally hanging on the neck based on the remaining corpse spots and hanging marks on the various skins.

But there were only empty bones left, and there was really nothing I could do.

Fortunately, the frivolous man was even more confused than me. Under his constant questioning, Boss Hu relaxed:
  "The book is missing from the bag."

"As for his neck, he is missing a heavy necklace."

"There is an abnormality in the third bone in his neck, and the sutures do not fit together. That bone is usually used to hang necklaces and can only be hooked with weight."

The frivolous man nodded repeatedly after hearing this, took the tea leaves out of his mouth, and looked around for a place to throw them away:
  "It must be something valuable. Was it hacked by a companion before he ran away?"

"If it were me, even if I turned against you and dragged others along, we would die together!"

Not quite right.
  I stared at the neck bones of the corpse and began to be in a daze. These people did not know the situation back then, but I was somewhat clear. The group of dead people were running like crazy at that time. This person was threatened by the ghost baby and entered the 'birth canal'.

And there is a high probability that one of the companions is still being eaten by the distended ghost baby.

In this case, not to mention being scared out of his wits, it is almost the same as thinking about it. It is very unrealistic to say that you are motivated by wealth and take advantage of others.

Just think of this valuable item as a gold necklace. In that situation, even if someone wanted to take advantage of someone, they would not wait for the other party to take off the necklace honestly. They were surrounded by sharp weapons and could cut or tear it off. Wouldn't it be more convenient?
  But there are no other scars on this neck.

Although he was in good health, the cause of death of this person was that he was forced into the birth canal, his abdominal cavity was squeezed, and he died of shortness of breath.

Two points can also be inferred from the side:
  1. Eighty percent of the things around his neck were taken off by himself.

2. He entrusted the necklace to someone else.

Will he die voluntarily and then leave the valuables around his neck to his friends?
  Something doesn't feel right, and it's the same truth. In such a dangerous environment, the probability of doing something sensational is too low.

Unless the necklace around the neck could be something important, such as a magic weapon, it would definitely be far more important than gold and silver.

Seeing that he had no hope of escaping, this person took off the thing around his neck and handed it to a friend along with a book that probably recorded key information or a map.
  That's why the bloated ghost baby told me that there was the only 'grave robber survivor' out there.

I barely suppressed my excitement and took another sip of tea.

The next moment, Boss Hu was no longer silent and sneered:

"No matter what it is, just ask and you will know." "Old Liu, clear the place and get incense."

The frivolous man was stunned, and immediately made a half-bow and gesture, signaling Father Lu and me, who were looking at him with glaring eyes, to leave the camp.

Father Lu was obviously extremely curious and asked while holding his breath:
  "What are we not allowed to see?"

The frivolous man said with a playful smile:

"It's better for ordinary people not to look at the things from the Northeast Immortal Family, otherwise they will easily get sick if they become immortals."

"Anyway, it's getting late now. Let's go back to the camp today and have a good rest. When the results are available tomorrow, my eldest brother will tell you."

Having said that, Father Lu didn’t want to say anything more, so he sent me back to a newly built small tent and went to rest.

But how can I be the person who just waits for others to take action while I am still standing still!

I returned to the small tent, immediately turned off the lights, put on my clothes, and lay down on the cot. On the surface, I began to pretend to be asleep, but in fact, I silently recited the secret method of possessing the soul of a paper man.

The next moment, he directly possessed the little paper man as thick as a finger.

This is my own improved version. The original paper man was about the size of a palm, but it was hit once by the old carpenter's wooden shoe. In order to hide my purpose, I shrank the paper man again and again.

In fact, I wish I could cut the paper man into half the size of a fingernail, so that the purpose of 'invisibility' can be perfectly achieved.

But I also found that as a carrier of spirituality, the size of paper figures is closely related to the time of use.

A palm-sized paper man can be used for about three hours.

The smaller it is, the shorter the time.

The paper figurine, which is the size of a fingernail, can maintain its soul for only about ten minutes, which is pitifully short.

And if the paper man who goes out runs out of time or something happens and fails to come back, I will be the one injured.

So although I cut paper figures of different sizes according to various situations, in this situation, this finger-sized paper figure is definitely enough.

I took a deep breath and floated out through the gap in the tent.

Maybe it was to monitor me and prevent me from running away. My tent was very close to the big tent. The paper man was firmly stuck to the roof of the big tent without any effort. I found a good angle and used the Looking in through the light coming from the cracks in the tent——

There were still only the original three people in the room, Boss Hu, the frivolous man, and Scarface.

There is a corpse on the ground and a fox on the table? !
  My pupils shrank and I immediately looked in more attentively.

The fox on the table has brown fur, slender limbs, smooth and smooth, and is so aura that it makes people feel a little unreal.

It is very large, half as tall as a person just standing on the table, and what's even more eye-catching.
  It was this white fox with five tails waving behind it.

Yes, I read that right, there are five of them.

As we all know, foxes are a charming race, but the white fox on the table looks particularly solemn, with a meticulous squatting posture, and it actually looks a bit old-fashioned?

(End of this chapter)