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There are still some traces on the clothes.
"Xiaofeng, what happened?" Second Aunt Lin looked at Xu Xiaofeng worriedly, Xu Xiaofeng shook her head, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
But she didn't have time to cry, but asked eagerly, "Second sister-in-law Lin, did you get Ping Anfu?"
Second Aunt Lin nodded: "You Brother Wu and Brother Chen each asked for one, and I asked him to give it to Feng Yuan directly for the one your Brother Ang asked for."
"I have another one here!" Mrs. Ah Xiang walked to the bed while talking.
Carefully took out the Ping An Fu from his pocket, and handed it to Xu Xiaofeng.
"This……"
Xu Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment: "Since Brother Wu has already given Feng Yuan the Ping An Fu, I don't need it, right?"
"It's okay, you Brother Wu and Brother Chen have already invited the city god back home, and we don't need it, this thing is specially asked to protect you!"
Mrs. Ah Xiang smiled and took Xu Xiaofeng's hand.
Suddenly, I felt a coldness between my hands, as if what I was holding was not a hand, but a piece of ice.
The cold air seemed to have penetrated into the bone marrow, making her whole body goose bumps.
"Xiaofeng, why are your hands so cold?" Mrs. Ah Xiang shivered, and hastily let go of Xu Xiaofeng's hand, but the cold feeling did not go away.
Instead, it seemed to be spreading along her bones.
"Xiao...Xiaofeng, you...put it away quickly." Mrs. Ah Xiang said tremblingly, handing the Ping An Fu to Xu Xiaofeng's hand.
But he didn't dare to hold Xu Xiaofeng's hand again.
Xu Xiaofeng was also taken aback for a moment, and looked at his hands suspiciously.
"Is it cool?"
Why doesn't she feel it?
Without thinking too much, Xu Xiaofeng took the Ping An Fu from Mrs. A Xiang.
The moment her fingers touched Ping'an Fu, a faint golden light suddenly appeared on Ping'an Fu. Under this golden light, Mrs. Ah Xiang felt the coldness on her body being dispelled.
A look up.
But in the blink of an eye, Xu Xiaofeng's finger was burned with a big hole.
Black smoke continued to rise from Xu Xiaofeng's hands.
It's like it's on fire.
"what--"
A scream sounded, which also surprised Wu Xiong, Chen Fei, and Feng Yuan who were chatting outside.
As soon as Feng Yuan's face changed, he rushed into the house.
Wu Xiong and Chen Fei looked at each other, and hurriedly followed behind Feng Yuan.
As soon as you enter.
The three of them saw Ping Anfu floating in mid-air, while Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Ah Xiang stood beside the bed blankly, and Wu Xiong stared at the bed with his neck stuck.
I see.
The person lying on the bed was not Xu Xiaofeng at all, but a paper doll!
Chapter 111
paper man? !
Wu Xiong and Fade Chen froze in place, motionless like a puppet.
They couldn't figure it out at all, why would there be paper figurines lying on the bed?
Where did Xu Xiaofeng go?
suddenly.
A roar came from the ears of the two:
"What are you doing?!" Feng Yuan rushed forward, slapping Ping An Fu in mid-air to the ground.
"Snapped!"
Ping Anfu who fell to the ground was kicked away by Feng Yuan, covered with a lot of dust.
But the faint golden light also dissipated.
Followed by.
Feng Yuan looked at Lin Ersao and A Xiangsao with red eyes, and pointed out the door with one hand.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Lin Ersao and A Xiangsao were shocked, and took a big step back in fright.
In their eyes, Feng Yuan has always been a gentleman, just like a scholar in a TV series.
Never been red-eyed.
It was also the first time for them to see Feng Yuan get so angry.
But when they thought of the weird scene just now, the two of them froze in place with fright.
I couldn't move a step for a long time.
Wu Xiong and Fade Chen hurried forward and protected them behind him. Wu Xiong turned his head and whispered to Mrs. Lin Ersao: "You go home first, everything will be discussed after we go back."
As if she finally felt a little warmth, Second Aunt Lin took a sudden breath, and without knowing where the strength came from, she grabbed A Xiangsao, who was a lot bigger than her, and ran towards the door quickly.
After the two left, Wu Xiong and Chen Fei looked carefully at Feng Yuan.
In the dark, he tightly grasped the amulet that Qin Feng had cast before.
Feng Yuan, however, didn't even glance at the two of them. He walked to the table anxiously, rummaged through the drawer, and found a strangely shaped spice with his trembling right hand.
He picked up the lighter with his trembling left hand again.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
I don't know if it was because Feng Yuan's hands were too trembling, or there was something wrong with the lighter. Feng Yuan tried several times, but he didn't turn on the lighter.
suddenly.
"Snapped!"
A cluster of flames ignited, but it was not the lighter in Feng Yuan's hand.
But Wu Xiong.
"Use this." Wu Xiong stretched out his hand holding the lighter and placed it in front of Feng Yuan, and Chen Fei's expression changed: "Old Wu..."
Before Fade Chen could say anything, Wu Xiong blocked it with his left hand.
Before the matter is clarified, it is better for them not to draw conclusions casually. After getting along with Feng Yuan for so many years, he has an intuition that Feng Yuan will not harm them.
Unless, Feng Yuan is no longer Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan took a deep look at Wu Xiong, did not speak, and directly lit the spice in his hand.
In an instant.
A puff of green smoke rose slowly, and the peculiar fragrance filled the whole room, and also entered the nostrils of Wu Xiong and Fade Chen.
The two instinctively covered their mouths and noses.
next second.
But he saw Feng Yuan rushing to the bedside, slowly circling the paper figurine with the rising smoke of spices.
He kept muttering something in his mouth.
Accompanied by bursts of blue smoke, the seemingly thin paper figurine suddenly became solid.
Followed by.
The paper figurine has skin and flesh and blood.
It's like a real big living person.
"hiss--"
Wu Xiong and Chen Fei watched helplessly as the paper figurine turned into Xu Xiaofeng, and couldn't help but gasped.
Just feel creepy.
Goosebumps all over my body.
Even though they had already seen the Nine Nether Hells before, they still felt horrified seeing the scene in front of them.
Nine Nether Hells, that is the means of the City God.
How can ordinary people compare?
But now, Feng Yuan, the neighbor they lived with day and night, a real person, can turn the paper doll into a living person.
It's like putting on a horror movie in front of them.
How could they not be afraid?
The two of them tightly held the amulet in their hands, swallowed, and moved carefully towards the door.
suddenly.
An urgent voice came from my ear:
"Xiaofeng! Xiaofeng, wake up!"
"What's going on? What's going on here? Why can't Xiaofeng wake up? No... no..." Feng Yuan hugged Xu Xiaofeng as if in a daze.
Even if the biting cold breath wrapped him tightly, making him feel as if he was frozen.
He also hugged Xu Xiaofeng tightly and did not let go.
"No, you'll be fine, you'll be fine..." Feng Yuan kept muttering, but his red eyes were already filled with tears.
"It's all my fault, I shouldn't force you to eat, can you wake up, please wake up..."
"Clap!"
"Clap!"
Tears rolled down from Feng Yuan's face to Xu Xiaofeng's body.
It's just that where the tears fell, the body that looked like a living person was extremely fragile, and it kept turning into wet paper.
Feng Yuan's expression changed, and he hastily let go of Xu Xiaofeng, but Xu Xiaofeng's smaller body turned back into a paper figure, and the remaining half of his body also became somewhat illusory.
"How could this be...how could this be..." Feng Yuan stared at the paper figurine on the bed with eyes blurred by tears.
"Pfft!"
Feng Yuan knelt on the ground, his whole body seemed to be in a daze.
not moving at all.
Seeing this scene, Wu Xiong and Chen Fei, who were about to leave the room, were also stunned.
"Feng...Feng Yuan?" Fade Chen swallowed, and looked at Feng Yuan nervously, but Feng Yuan didn't respond, and still knelt on the ground, as if he was stupid.
Wu Xiong clenched his fists nervously, mustered up his courage and took a big step forward.
"Feng Yuan, is Xiaofeng dead?"
Hearing this, Feng Yuan seemed to have some reactions.
Trembling all over, he murmured, "No...she's not dead, she's just tired, rest...yes, just rest for a while."
Seeing that Feng Yuan was still able to communicate, Wu Xiong was slightly relieved, and boldly pointed to the half-paper man on the bed: "Feng Yuan, take a good look, is it really Xiaofeng lying on this bed?"
"Xiaofeng..." A soft murmur sounded, and Feng Yuan looked up at the half-paper figure, with unspeakable sadness and pain in his eyes.