Yang Jian didn't want to provoke the weird things here at the moment, he planned to spend in this paper-making shop.
Use the three yuan you got before that.
He didn't plan to spend the remaining seven yuan, he had to keep it just in case.
"I buy a paper figure for three yuan, what should I buy?" Yang Jian looked at the living things in the paper making shop.
The most eye-catching thing is the beautiful paper figurine who came out of the pile of paper figurines.
The beautiful paper figurine has a big black face, oval face, slender waist, and scarlet blush painted on the snow-white face. There is both a sense of beauty and a sense of weirdness. The two come together to form a Such a unique paper figurine.
"You can't buy paper figurines, 'people' are full of uncertainties, and if they are provoked, they may cause me trouble, so I absolutely can't buy any paper figurines here with my three yuan. I have to buy something to take away." Yang Jian stared at the beautiful paper figurine.
He never had the idea of ??buying this beautiful paper figurine.
After all, he now holds the deceiving ghost necklace, and with the ability of ghost shadows, he can shape living people at will.
Whether it's a beautiful woman or a handsome guy, it's just a layer of meaningless flesh and blood.
Look back.
Yang Jian looked at other things in the paper-making shop.
A three-story villa covered with paper, tables and chairs made of paper, cabinets made of paper, teapots and cups made of paper After looking around, there was nothing that particularly interested him.
Maybe he came a little late.
Some goods were bought away before, and what remained were useless things, and even a few things were still incomplete and incomplete, as if they were not finished due to the deadline.
"It's normal for good things to be bought by the former people." Yang Jian didn't care, he was still choosing carefully, and at the same time, he had some confidence in his heart.
He saw three things.
A three-story small villa made of paper, a two-story wooden boat made of paper, and a black round hat made of paper.
As for those weird paper figurines, they were completely out of his consideration.
Yang Jian was inclined towards the black round hat in his heart, but he thought that what he was going to deal with next was the Ghost Lake incident, and maybe the paper boat would be of some help.
"Choose the paper boat."
In the end he made a decision, put the three yuan worth on the counter in the paper-making shop, then walked to an inconspicuous corner, and picked up the paper boat that was less than 20 centimeters long.
The paper boat was dusty and apparently long abandoned.
And it is thrown in a dark corner, it is easy to be overlooked, it belongs to the kind of unsold goods that cannot be sold.
In fact, Yang Jian also felt that this thing was useless, but the current situation made him feel that if he didn't choose this paper boat, he might regret it.
Just think of spending money to buy peace of mind.
After he paid, he turned around again.
The two paper figurines blocking the way at the entrance of the store did not know when they got out of the way, and continued to stand upright in their previous positions.
The weird voice echoing beside his ears also disappeared.
All the anomalies subsided, and even Yang Jian felt that the cold atmosphere in the store had dissipated a lot.
Sure enough.
Consumption is the uncle.
Yang Jian took the useless paper boat and left the paper making shop.
He didn't stay, and continued to walk to the front of this street. He wanted to see what else was on this street.
However, it wasn't long after Yang Jian left.
In the paper-making shop.
At this moment, the beautiful paper figurine standing motionless had two lines of water under its eyes, as if it was crying because Yang Jian didn't bury it, it was very weird.
But Yang Jian didn't know all this.
He continued down the street.
The further you go, the more shops are closed around, and some shops have even been abandoned, and even the roofs have collapsed, becoming a pile of ruins.
Desolate, abandoned, weird.
The street has changed its appearance at this moment, Yang Jian is too deep, but it still hasn't come to an end, and it can continue to walk.
It¡¯s just that the surrounding light is getting darker as we go further down. It was still daytime before, but now it¡¯s already night, and there are more and more ruins. In the end, there are not even ruins, just a bare piece. Only this bluestone road is still there, it has not yet come to an end, and it continues to extend, extending into the darkness.
"So that's the case, this is anbsp; Same as the paper shop.
There are also voices shouting.
But this time the asking price was beyond imagination.
A piece of paper is only three yuan, a mask is only three yuan, and a coffin costs eighteen yuan.
I can't afford it.
Yang Jian still had seven yuan left in his hand, and he was a thoroughly poor man in front of the coffin shop.
So when the offer came out, he walked faster.
Because once provoked, Yang Jian will not even have the chance to spend money to eliminate the disaster, so he must fight this coffin shop to death.
This cry of selling only sounded once and never appeared again.
Yang Jian turned back the same way, and the coffin shop behind him quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Vaguely, the place reverberated with the sound of knocking and sawing wood.
After a while.
Yang Jian passed by the previous paper-making shop again, but strangely, the two paper figurines, one black and one white, at the door of the paper-making shop changed their positions again, and this time they actually stood inside the shop instead of outside.
at the same time.
The mask-buying booth in front also disappeared.
Some shops have even closed their doors and are no longer open.
He looked at the time.
It was only at this time that Yang Jian realized that after walking around, it was five fifty before he knew it, and it would be six o'clock in ten minutes.
"It's night after six o'clock. Is this street closed at night?" Yang Jian's heart trembled, and he quickened his pace.
The same is true of the ghost post office.
Lights out at six.
It seems that the ghost lands of that era have something in common.
When he was about to leave the street, Yang Jian saw a man in front of him, who seemed to be about to leave after shopping.
The man's back was facing him. He was wearing old-fashioned clothes. He was taller and looked a little different.
"Who are you?" He tried to shout out to say hello.
But the man in front didn't look back, and continued to walk forward as if he didn't hear it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com