"Broken paper?"

Paper-made paper has been in the history of China for many years.

It appeared as early as the Tang Dynasty.

It originated from funerals, and is mostly a matter of burial.

Carriages, horses, houses, boys and girls, boats, gold and silver mountains, etc. are all within the range of paper-cutting.

In ancient times, the paper craft was also called the paper craft craft craft.

The industry of paper craftsmanship has never been cut off in China's thousands of years of history.

Until now, there are still paper makers.

In some rural remote mountainous areas, when funerals are held, some papermakers will be invited to send off their deceased relatives.

But what Ding Jie did not expect was that there were papermakers selling them on the street at the temple fair.

In front of a stall not far away, there are paper cars, paper horses, gold and silver mountains of paper, paper boats, paper people...

The production is vivid and dyed with colors on it, as if it is real.

Next to the stall, there is also a sign hanging.

"Turn paper into truth!"

What a big tone.

How can paper become real?

Can paper people become real people?

Impossible.

At this time, Ding Jie had just come out of the Maitreya Temple, and he was still looking for an unknown and terrifying whereabouts.

He always felt that the monks and nuns in Maitreya Temple were not right.

The monk and nun who led the way had problems, but when they were waiting to come out of the main hall, let alone the monks and nuns who led the way, all the monks and nuns in the temple disappeared.

When he arrived at the stall selling paper-made stalls, Ding Jie stopped.

"Uncle, can you sell me a little sister paper man?"

"I'm scared at night, I want to sleep with my paper sister."

There was a fat child who was only four or five years old. He walked to the stall and asked the young man who was putting paper on the stall.

The stall is a young man, not very old, and looks like he is in his twenties. He is skillfully tidying paper in front of the stall.

The technology is very good, and it uses white bamboo strips, which weave prototypes.

After the prototype was finished, I started to stick the prototype of the "skeleton" with the prepared "rice paper".

After sticking, make it and wait for drying.

He began to use his unique dye to color it. As long as it is finished, it will be vivid and the same as it is.

No wonder children are fascinated by it.

"Little boy, I'll give you one." The young man who had tied the paper stopped, put down the woven 'skeleton' prototype, got up in the pile of tidy paper, found a virgin paper man who was not old and handed it to the fat child.

"Thank you uncle." The fat child was so happy that he left with a little effort in holding the paper man.

"Xiaohu. Who asked you to hold this thing? It's bad luck. I'll throw it away quickly." A woman dressed in noble and fashionable clothes happened to get up from a fortune telling stall not far away. When she saw the fat child found a paper man from somewhere, she was in a flash.

He raised his arm, snatched the paper man and fell to the ground and stomped it.

"I want it...Mom, I want it. You compensate me, I want the paper girl."

"Boy, I think you're crazy, come with me."

From beginning to end, the young papermaker was concentrating on his papermaking work, as if he hadn't seen the exact thing in the distance.

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"Wait, is it because I have blurred eyes or is there something wrong with my paper?"

Blood was bleeding from paper.

When it was trampled, blood was emitting.

Very weird.

Is it alive?

At the same time, on the fat child's back, it seemed like an old little girl was lying on her back.

Waiting for Ding Jie to look carefully, I found that the little girl lying on her is not the paper man who was being trampled.

Unknown horror?

There is a problem.

Next second.

Ding Jie was about to step forward quickly and block the fat children and wealthy women.

But there were too many people on the temple street, so I didn't wait for Ding Jie to catch up.

There is no trace of people.

"Will there be any problem? What exactly is lying on the fat child's back? Why is the only one who sees it? It seems that no one else can see it."

This year's temple fair is really full of all kinds of ghosts and monsters.

Is it a temple fair or a ghost festival?

The ghost babies and monks and nuns who had just been eliminated in Maitreya Temple, and now another paper maker has come.

A paper maker who can create unknown horror.

Tantan and he will say it again!

Merit value.

Must get.

"Sir, how do you sell the papermaker here?"

Walking forward, Ding Jie asked.

There were not many people in front of the stall, and most of them were made of paper and they didn’t want to buy them.

After all, if you don’t have a funeral, who would buy a piece of paper?

"No. I'll give it to you. If you like it, choose whatever you want." The young man with paper tied his head didn't even raise his head and replied casually.

Just give it but not sell it?

No need to guess, there must be a problem.

Just talking about this material, it is all good material.

I've given all of them, wouldn't I betrayed?

Why did he give it to me?

There must be a purpose.

Wait, the white bamboo strips seem to be a little wrong.

These bamboo strips are not like bamboo.

Bamboos are all from one section after another. Even if they are split into strips, they still have very vertical stripes.

But the white bamboo strips have no vertical lines.

The texture is very delicate, just like white jade.

White bones?

It seems... it is really the same as the texture of the bone.

In other words, these bamboo strips are made of white bones.

What animal bones are they?

Human bones?

still···

It's terrible to think about it carefully.

"Okay! I'll want all these paper pieces."

"You pack it for me and I'll carry it all back."

If you give it for free, then you will have it all.

Destroy all.
To be continued...