MTL - Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert-Chapter 8 paper man

Seeing that Steward Wen had no problem with her instructions, Feng Nian took the first bus in the morning to school with confidence.

When she stepped into the back door of the classroom, the class bell just rang. Today's first class is the old man Liu Hua who likes roll call the most.

Old man Liu Hua rolled his eyes at Feng Nian who came in through the back door, his dissatisfaction was clearly shown on his face, but he didn't make things difficult for her, and motioned her to sit down and listen to the class.

Feng Nian crawled along the pole, and immediately sat down in the last row. The two boys who were originally sitting in the last row and planned to doze off in class saw her sitting down, hurriedly packed their books and moved forward a few rows. Feng Nian saw disgust in their eyes, but also a little fear.

After the girl in the front row glanced at Feng Nian, she lowered her voice, "Look, she is the one who said that Mr. Xu is haunted by evil spirits. She still believes in this age."

Feng Nian was already used to the gazes and words of the crowd, she sighed in her heart, she shouldn't have meddled back then.

When teaching her metaphysics, her grandfather once said that she should not be nosy, but Feng Nian didn't take it to heart. But now I really feel the disadvantages of being nosy.

Originally, she could still live in the dormitory of the school, but because she saw the blackness on her roommate Liao Xujun, she kindly reminded her and used a spell to pat away the evil spirits on her body. Unexpectedly, Liao Xujun bit back, saying that he was talking nonsense in the school, so she was not allowed to live in the dormitory in the school. Afterwards, the classmates distanced themselves from her, turning around and leaving as soon as they saw her.

Facing the intentional estrangement of her classmates in the school, Feng Nian didn't take it to heart, anyway, she was used to walking alone since she was a child.

There was no class in the afternoon, so she went to the supermarket, bought some daily necessities and food, and then returned to her rented house.

After Feng Nian opened the door, he saw the female ghost lying by the window discussing the most popular lipstick number of this year with two paper figurines. Those are two people made of paper, they look lifelike, and they look like girls. She remembered that the two paper figurines were originally placed next to the wall of the house next door.

Paper people, as the name suggests, are people made of paper. During the Yao, Yu, and Shun periods, in order to replace living people for burial, people were drafted into human beings, named "Chu Ling", who were chanted by wizards to show that they had human nature, and then cremated. Later, after the appearance of paper, paper figurines gradually evolved in this way, and various paper-made supplies appeared, such as suitcases, daily necessities, and transportation products, etc., to pay homage to ancestors.

The day before yesterday, a neighbor moved in next door and brought a lot of paper-made supplies, including a few paper figurines, paper-made villas, carriages and horses, which should be for the paper-made business. Later, due to the limited space in the room, the two paper figurines were placed in the corner. It's just that I didn't expect that the female ghost and the paper figurine would chat, and it seems that they became best friends.

After seeing Feng Nian, the two paper figurines showed astonished expressions on their extremely white faces. After the female ghost explained, they quietly glanced at her again, and silently retreated to the corner of the wall, pretending that they were It's just an ordinary paper doll that couldn't be more ordinary.

Feng Nian ignored them, anyway, the female ghost had two more girlfriends, and it wasn't hers. She took out two self-heating hot pots, unpacked them, poured in water according to the instructions on the packages, and all that was left was to wait.

When she stepped into the school this morning, the text message on her mobile phone reminded her that there was a money transfer. She saw that it was Wen Wen who transferred it. Calculating the time, it should be the time when Butler Wen brought Wen Rou back to Wen's residence. No need to guess, the housekeeper must have brought all of her words to Wen Wen. Later, the housekeeper made a special phone call to her. Apart from expressing his gratitude on behalf of Wen Wen, he also asked her to be responsible for the gentle funeral. Of course, she agreed to make money.

Fifteen minutes later, the self-heating hot pot was cooked, and the fragrance wafted throughout the room. The female ghost stretched her neck to look at the self-heating hot pot, but she didn't dare to make any further moves, for fear that she would be thrown out of the house by Feng Nian like last time. The two paper figurines on the side of the wall could no longer hold ordinary paper figurines, and they also stretched their necks to look into the room. This made her a little worried whether the paper figurines' paper necks were strong, and they would not be broken with a "tear" in a while. She didn't want to knock on the neighbor's door and explain why the paper figurine's neck was broken.

She took one of the self-heating hot pots and put it in front of the female ghost, signaling to share it with the two new paper figurine girlfriends, and then slowly ate with her own. It's good to have the living expenses, at least I can afford the high-priced self-heating hot pot. After eating instant noodles for so long, the taste in my mouth is gone.

Seeing the self-heating hot pot in front of her, the female ghost showed a surprised smile on her pale face. She waved her hand lightly and attracted two paper figurines who were huddled in the corner. One ghost and two paper figurines sat in the corner with contented faces. Enjoy the sudden deliciousness.

After filling her stomach, the female ghost saw that Feng Nian didn't dislike the paper figurines, so she simply dragged them into the room, and gathered together to continue talking about the topic that was interrupted just now.

After she only glanced at them, she let them go. Anyway, it's not a bad thing for the female ghost to have two more friends. She went back to the bedroom, patted the pillow, and was ready to rest. She would go to Wen's house tomorrow to deal with the next thing.

In the dream, she returned to that place again.

Roof ridges, corners, eaves corners, under eaves, hanging belts, and screen walls are made of colored inlaid porcelain to form relief patterns; capitals, beams, bucket arches, beams, beams, and lintels are carved with wood carvings; The main wall, facade and plaque are stone carvings.

This is the ancestral hall of the Feng family, and it is also the largest and most spectacular ancestral hall in a hundred miles. Xu hasn't been in the ancestral hall for a long time, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Regarding the details of the ancestral hall, Feng Nian doesn't remember very clearly, the only clear memory is that the porcelain inlaid on the roof of the usual ancestral hall should be double dragon play beads In the style of peonies, riches and honors, on the roof of Kefeng's ancestral hall, the patterns made of porcelain inlays are grinning evil spirits.

"Black wedding dress, buried in the sky pit. If you don't enter the pit, you will be cursed. If you curse the family, you will have a pregnant woman." She heard the song chanted by her aunt Feng Hengxin again.

"Hehe, you all deserve it, you all deserve it." Aunt Feng Hengxin's crazy voice sounded again. Holding another doll in her arms, she rushed towards the Feng family's ancestral hall regardless of her own safety.

There was no suspense that my aunt was once again stopped outside the gate of the ancestral hall. The second aunt, Peng Qingmei, dragged her aunt away from the ancestral hall, and said, "Ah Xin, it's all over, you can let it go too."

But my aunt still stared at the ancestral hall with resentful eyes, and the sound of "hehe" in her mouth seemed helpless and mocking.

Feng Nian stood aside, looking at her aunt who was pulled away from the ancestral hall. The red marks on her hands were deeply reflected in Feng Nian's eyes, and she couldn't help shivering.

"Son, don't be afraid." The grandfather's wrinkled hand took Feng Nian's little hand and led her away from the ancestral hall.

The phone's alarm clock rang on time, pulling Feng Nian out of his sleep. Feng Nian reached out to wipe his forehead, and the palm of his hand was indeed full of sweat again. Although he was expelled from the old house of the Feng family, the scene inside the Feng family still appeared in his dreams from time to time, the only difference was that he could no longer hold the warm hands of his grandfather.

Maybe it was because those memories of the Feng family reappeared, or maybe it was because he was nostalgic for the warmth his grandfather brought him, Feng Nian sat quietly. Fifteen minutes later, the phone's alarm clock rang again, and Feng Nian finally left the warm bed.