infinite danger

Chapter 172 The Last Face

"I'm exhausted, I need to drink water." Bai Yi just walked into the living room, and couldn't wait to pour water: "Do you want to drink?"

The coffin delivery team raised their hands one after another: "Yes!"

Zhi Zhayan put down the tools in his hands, and looked at them suspiciously: "You have come back so soon, are you unable to find your way?"

Ji Siwei said, "The paper is back, it's in the yard."

Zhi Zhayan looked at the six taskers in the living room with scrutiny, and saw that they were not missing arms or legs or injured except for a little sweat, and asked incredulously, "Are you sure you got the paper back? Did you go to the wrong place?"

After asking, he silently counted the number again.

Six people, not one less.

Seeing Zhizhayan's reaction, Yanyue knew that he deliberately let them die, and sneered: "The paper is in the yard, you will know if you go and see."

Zhizhayan pondered for a moment, then walked to the yard: "Then I'll go and have a look."

A pair of coffins tied firmly with hemp ropes stood in the yard.

Two children in red are surrounding it curiously.

Zhizhayan: "..." I chose to die on the spot.

Zhi Zhayan almost fainted, his face was startled and angry: "What I want is paper, why did you bring the coffin back?!"

Yanyue's brows were raised, and she was about to yell at him, but Ji Siwei raised his hand to stop her, smiled at Zhizhayan, and said slowly, "Uncle Yan, the old paper seller said that the paper is in the coffin, let you take it yourself."

To pit NPCs, Ji Siwei is handy and familiar with the way.

When the others heard his answer, they shut up consciously.

Let the class representative answer this kind of question.

Zhizhayan was furious, and asked in a rough voice, "Did he really say that?"

Ji Siwei had a serious face, without any trace of acting: "This is what he said."

The others all made serious expressions to match Ji Siwei's performance.

Zhi Zhayan didn't doubt Ji Siwei, and frowned his thick eyebrows, scratching his head, but he couldn't figure out the intention of the paper seller.

Zhi Zhayan was silent for a moment, and thought of a way: "You open the coffin to get the paper now, and take it into the house after you get it."

This is determined to let them open the coffin.

It is now certain that the coffin contained dangerous goods that could kill people.

Ji Siwei calmly said, "Uncle Yan, you just asked us to take the paper back before going out, right?"

Zhizhayan: "...that's right."

"The paper is in the coffin, and we brought it back." Ji Siwei showed him a canine smile: "We pushed and carried the coffin all the way, and now we are too tired to lift our arms. I'll leave the little things to you."

"Can a pair of thin coffins make you so tired? I think all of you are quite energetic..."

Zhi Zhayan turned his head and saw that the original "spiritual guys" were holding their elbows and sighing, their faces were exhausted, as if their bodies had been hollowed out.

From time to time, he would cry out in pain, "Ouch", as if his arm had been crippled.

Zhizha Yan was dumbfounded.

Ji Siwei lightly made another knife: "Uncle Yan, I will leave it to you later, hurry up, it will be bad if you delay the sacrifice."

Seeing Ji Siwei's "thinking about you" look, Zhizhayan was speechless and froze in place.

Ji Siwei gently bent his eyes, and led the missionaries back to the living room.

Only Zhizhayan was left, facing the coffin tied like a hairy crab, wandering alone.

As soon as they entered the living room, the taskers who had been hollowed out immediately revived with blood, and couldn't help laughing.

Bai Yi laughed so hard that tears almost came out, and he still lowered his voice to say: "Have you seen Zhi Zhayan's bewildered expression, I laughed so hard."

Yanyue: "The NPC runs after the routine, it's really exciting."

The girl with freckles was a little worried: "What if something happens to the paper tie Yan who opened the coffin to fetch the paper? No one will make paper tie in the future."

Yanyue sat on the chair and raised her long legs: "Don't worry, sister, Zhizhayan won't die. The biggest threat of this dungeon is in this room, and other things can't hurt him."

The freckled girl suddenly realized: "You mean the paper bride?"

Yanyue smiled and said nothing.

Ji Siwei glanced at the time, and said to everyone: "Go back to the room first, no matter what noise you hear, don't open the door, and don't look out of the window curiously, wait for lunch to be delivered before going downstairs."

Next, Zhizhayan will do something to the coffin, and it is safest for them to avoid it.

After returning to the room, Bai Yi immediately closed the curtains and hid under the blanket.

The weather outside the window changed suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind hit the window, making a bang.

The sound of the wind was also mixed with a strange roar and a woman's laughter.

Bai Yi didn't dare to listen carefully and covered his ears hard.

Even though he didn't listen or watch, Bai Yi couldn't help imagining the horror scene of the ghost bride fighting the zombies.

When the taskers went downstairs, several stacks of papers were neatly piled up in the work area, which was as white as snow, but lingered with an evil spirit.

Zhi Zhayan was sitting in the living room drinking tea. There were a few deep scratch marks on his bare arm, and his entire arm was a strange purple color.

He was originally only gray at the temples, but now even the top of his head has white hair.

It seems that opening the coffin to get the paper cost him a lot.

After drinking the tea in the cup, Zhi Zhayan calmed down a little, and said without looking back: "The lunch has been delivered, and it is on the dining table. After lunch, we will continue to tie the frame."

Those who do technical tasks such as tying up character skeletons can't help, but under the guidance of Zhi Zhayan, they can also make some simple utensil frames according to the design draft.

I have been busy working until late at night, and the finished frames are piled up in the living room. Zhizhayan looked at the list and checked it again, then nodded: "All the frames have been completed, and the next two days, hurry up to paste the paper and paint, and the work can be completed on time." .”

After a tiring day, the taskers fell asleep and spent a surprisingly peaceful night.

On the second day, Zhizha Yan taught them how to paste paper and cut accessories, and then he painted the semi-finished products after pasting and made details.

Bai Yi raised his arm, which was sore and weak due to too much work, and asked in a sad tone: "Brother Zhou, didn't you say that this is folk art? How about it, are you learning happily now?"

Zhou Qi wiped away the lasagna tears on his face: "I love studying, and studying makes me happy."

Yanyue looked at the scratched manicure: "Forced to open."

Novice girl: "Ah!"

Bai Yi looked at her with his head: "Sister, do you have anything to say?"

The novice girl had a painful expression, and stretched out her trembling left hand: "I accidentally pricked my hand."

The wound was deep, and scarlet blood flowed from the fingertips, staining the white paper on the table red, like a red plum that suddenly bloomed.

"Clumsy, take a break first." Yanyue took the scissors from her hand and took her to the living room to treat the wound.

When Yanyue was cleaning the novice girl's wound, the two red-clothed children quietly appeared in front of them, staring intently at the novice girl's bleeding hand.

The overdilated eyes were full of longing.

"Don't look at them." Yanyue lowered her head to disinfect the novice girl and reminded in a low voice.

The novice girl nodded her head in agreement, but stared into the eyes of one of the children in a daze.

In her eyes, a line of blood slowly flowed from the eyes of the child in red, and he stretched out his pale hand with a strange smile, and grabbed her neck.

The real sense of suffocation made her subconsciously open her mouth to breathe, and her head was in a mess. She saw the child in red open his mouth wide, revealing his fangs, biting her cheek!

The novice girl stared wide-eyed, and waved her palm toward that ferocious face without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

The palm was cold, and she did hit something soft.

The suffocation disappears and breathing becomes smoother.

"You're crazy!" Yanyue's panicked voice sounded in her ear.

The novice girl shivered, her messy mind was shaken violently, and she finally came to her senses.

She closed her eyes and saw a vivid slap on the face of the child in red standing in front of her.

Holding the paper cutter with wire cutters, Yan walked over quickly, held the child in his arms, and said sharply, "What have you done?"

The novice girl stared blankly at her palm, lost the ability to think, and her body temperature dropped rapidly. She cried and said, "I'm sorry...I don't know why this happened...I'm sorry..."

Seeing that she was crying tears, Zhizhayan didn't pursue it any further. After checking the child's cheeks, she said calmly, "Don't do it again!"

Ji Siwei walked up to Zhizha Yan: "Uncle Yan, she must be tired, how about we rest for a while?"

Zhi Zhayan nodded: "Okay, take a rest for 10 minutes."

After Zhizhayan left, Yanyue immediately asked the novice girl: "What's your situation? Didn't you tell you not to look into their eyes?"

The novice girl couldn't stop crying: "I don't know, I saw that child pinch my neck, and even rushed over to bite me. By the time I realized it, it was too late."

Yanyue was a little irritable, and quickly finished bandaging the wound: "There is no way to remedy it now, and you should pay more attention to safety."

Ji Siwei said softly: "Remember not to leave our sight, do you understand?"

The novice girl wiped away her tears and nodded wordlessly.

After this accident happened, the novice girl kept Ji Siwei's words in mind and followed them every step of the way, staying away from the two children.

In the middle of the night, all the paper figurines' clothes and accessories were ready, only the faces were painted.

Face painting is the essence of making paper figurines, which is equivalent to the finishing touch. This work can only be done by Zhi Zhayan himself.

For the taskers, they have already done what they can do, and all that is left is to wait—waiting for Zha Yan to finish drawing each face, and waiting for the time to open the drawer.

After packing up the tools, Ji Siwei looked at the paper bundles that filled the hall, and said, "Persist a little longer, and we'll be able to go home tomorrow."

Bai Yi took over the voice: "Well, we can definitely go home."

Early the next morning, there was a knock on Ji Siwei's door.

The anxiously freckled girl and Yanyue stood in front of the door.

The girl with freckles said: "The novice who shared the room with us is gone, could something happen to her?"

The novice girl hit the kid in red yesterday and disappeared this morning. There is a high chance of an accident.

Ji Siwei looked at the stairs, the ground was clean without a trace of blood: "Have you looked elsewhere?"

Yanyue said: "It's not too late."

Ji Siwei said decisively: "Search separately."

After searching the second and third floors, no one was found, and the mission workers went down to the first floor.

The living room is full of paper bundles, leaving only one passageway. Walking all the way, the semi-finished paper figurines from last night were all painted with faces, so lifelike.

Zhi Zhayan was still drawing faces for paper figurines in the living room. When he heard footsteps, he stopped writing, his brows and eyes looked tired: "You guys got up so early today, and breakfast hasn't been delivered yet."

"Morning." Yanyue said hello and asked, "Uncle Yan, have you seen our companion, the girl with big eyes and ponytails?"

"Your companion?" Zhi Zhayan raised his eyebrows in confusion: "You have two girls here, and they are all here. Where are the girls with big eyes and ponytails?"

Yanyue's expression changed upon hearing this.

The traces of the novice girl were wiped away—something happened to her.

Ji Siwei reminded Yanyue to look at the paper figurine that Zhizhayan was drawing: "Do you think these eyes are similar to hers?"

Zhi Zhayan carefully outlines the face of the paper figurine with a fine brush, and the beautiful features gradually take shape, almost the same as the face of a novice girl.

Yanyue's eyes instantly turned red.

Others have mood swings as well.

Zhi Zhayan changed the fine-tip pen to fill in the lip color: "I stayed up all night, this is the last face, and the face is finished after painting this face."

After patiently waiting for Zhi Zhayan to finish drawing the last face, Ji Siwei asked, "Are you sure the quantity is enough?"

Zhizhayan chuckled, "I've counted it a few times, that's enough."

Ji Siwei asked again: "Our work is done?"

Zhizhayan: "It's done."

Ji Siwei nodded, and seemed to dismiss him casually: "Uncle Yan, we found a paper figure in the closet in the room, why don't you go and see what's going on?"

Zhi Zhayan had a delicate expression, and went upstairs after putting away the painting tools.

Zhi Zhayan's figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and Ji Siwei immediately led the others to Zhi Zhayan's room: "The drawer is in his room, the passage should be opened, and the paper bride is in the room, everyone be careful."

The door was still unlocked.

The room was filled with smoke, and the choking smell of incense and the strong smell of blood mixed together, making people unable to hold their breath.

Looking around, the floor, furniture, and walls were all stained with blood.

Moreover, these bloodstains are slowly disappearing.

The door of the closet was open, two pairs of blood-stained pale hands were holding the closet door, and two faces with sly smiles soundlessly protruded from the closet.

"Hee hee hee……"

Two children in red clothes dragged their axes out of the closet, and a paper bride in a red hijab appeared behind them.

Ji Siwei ignored them, quickly ran to the green cabinet, and opened the only blood-stained drawer.

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