The Last Train to Hell

I was motionless and didn't know what to do. The paper girl held my body very hard.

"Su Langjun, don't you want to say something to me? Last time you burned down my family, which made my family sad. This time, Su Langjun, please don't leave me again."

I don’t know if passersby can see the paper man behind me, but I suddenly stood here motionless.

It is quite an obstacle to passers-by.

I watched helplessly as a yellow-haired boy hit me hard and then took several steps back.

Look at the yellow-haired boy's body like a weak chicken, which can stretch to a height of 1.7 meters.

I really can't understand how he thought that he would take the initiative to bump into me.

Not to mention that there is a powerful paper girl behind me, but I am standing here by myself. If he insists on bumping into me, he is asking for trouble.

"Damn it, your kid is so twisted that you dare to hit me?"

The yellow-haired boy jumped up and pointed at my nose and yelled curses. He really looked like a gangster in society.

Considering what was behind me, I didn't dare to talk to the yellow-haired boy.

I gave him a look, but I didn't expect that the yellow-haired boy didn't understand what I meant.

Instead, he became more provocative, looked at me without saying a word, and suddenly rushed over and pushed me.

I didn't make any move, knowing that it was useless to wink at him, so I simply gave Master Lin a look.

Let him drag the yellow-haired boy away so as not to anger the paper girl behind him.

"My husband has been bullied. How about I vent my anger on my behalf? How about I take out his heart and vent my anger on my husband?"

I was shocked by the female paper figure. If the yellow-haired boy's heart and liver were torn out on the street, he and I would be the headlines of today's news.

Others may not be able to see the paper girl, but I am a living person.

If any supernatural phenomenon occurs, surveillance cannot prove that it is related to me, nor can it prove that it has nothing to do with me.

I must be the one who takes the blame in the end.

"I don't think it's necessary. Just calm down."

I dared to say that although this yellow-haired boy was unreasonable, his crime would not lead to death.

Even if he died innocently, there would still be law enforcement agencies.

The paper girl giggled, and the sound sent chills down my spine.

My body became stiffer and stiffer, and I didn't know why the paper girl was smiling.

Do you think I shouldn't refuse?

When Master Lin heard what the paper girl said, he didn't care about anything else. He grabbed the yellow-haired boy and pushed him aside.

But the yellow-haired boy was really not afraid of death. He pushed Master Lin hard and walked towards me menacingly.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and raised my hands uncontrollably.

Her heart was full of despair, and the paper girl was really unwilling to let go of the yellow-haired boy.

And the way she wants the yellow-haired boy is to control my arm.

Let me dig out his heart uncontrollably. I can imagine how bloody the scene will be.

I want to take my arm back, but the initiative of the arm is not with me at all.

Just when my hand was about to touch the yellow-haired boy, the middle-aged man who just sold me the yellow paper suddenly appeared next to me.

A heavy slap fell on my back. I didn't feel any pain, but I heard the scream of the paper girl.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder, as if something had been thrust into my flesh.

I wanted to scream, but the middle-aged man clicked my throat. I wanted to scream again, but even though my mouth was open, no sound came out.

"Follow me, don't get lost."

I don't understand why the middle-aged man said this, but at this time, no one else can save me except him.

Master Lin nodded to me and motioned for me to follow his footsteps.

The remaining worries in my heart disappeared, and I followed the middle-aged man step by step.

The yellow-haired boy who was so proud just now suddenly sat on the ground without saying a word.

Master Lin was afraid that something would happen to him, so he stayed there waiting for him.

I have no objection to this. We can't let others misunderstand that we are bullying him.

He fell to the ground, fearing that he was also hit, but he didn't know when he would recover.

There will be no big problems, and bad luck is certain.

He deserves it, no matter who makes him look for trouble.

The middle-aged man did not take me directly back to the shroud shop. Instead, he led me to a small alley.

Then from one wall to another, and finally emerged from the alley next to the shroud shop.

"come in."

The middle-aged man seemed taciturn and didn't say a word to me along the way.

He didn't explain to me why he had to go around.

The layout inside the shroud shop is still the same as when I came here just now, and I feel a lot more at ease.

If I see the old man from that day again at this time, I will definitely fight him to the death.

But Master Lin said he was a living corpse, and I probably couldn't beat him.

When I thought that it was because of him that I was entangled with weird paper figures, I felt increasingly unhappy.

"Sit here. The paper man won't be able to catch up for a while. You go pick up two bundles of yellow paper, open them and invite Master Wu Chang."

The middle-aged man seemed to have guessed my intention and said it calmly.

I wanted to ask the old man about that day, but I didn’t know where to start.

"I was busy those days. I didn't open a shop and no one was here. The living corpse pretended to be doing business. Normal people wouldn't go in. You're so unlucky."

I admit that I have bad luck, and the middle-aged man didn't lie.

Ever since I drove the last bus on Route 14, my luck has not been very good.

With the ghost behind me, my luck is even worse.

I suddenly remembered the several car accidents I encountered when I was driving yesterday. If the car accident happened to me, who was unlucky.

I would not feel surprised, but it happened to other people, or to people I happened to meet, I always feel something is wrong.

"Will you take away the things behind me and the female paper figurine together if you invite Lord Wuchang?"

I asked uncertainly. What if they can't be taken away together, whichever one is left behind will be a disaster.

The middle-aged man looked at me in confusion, as if questioning me, how could I ask such a stupid question.

"Lord Wuchang is responsible for taking away the living beings left in the world, as for the female paper figurine you mentioned, it is a spirit."

What is a spirit? This completely unfamiliar word made me very confused.

"Lingmei is also a kind of ghost, but it is more special, elusive, and if it is not attached to something, no one can stop it."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he was unwilling to pay attention to me, but turned over the papers in his hand.

Some papers that looked very old, and the handwriting was completely unclear.

I thought the middle-aged man was very strange, but I couldn't tell where it was.