Section 109

Is he in big trouble?

"Do you have copper coins?" Jiang Yuan wiped the blood off his hands with a tissue, "I need a copper coin."

"We have to rush back to the Li family. Should I give you the money in cash or by scanning a code?"

"No, no need."

"We are all in the same business, talking about money hurts feelings!"

In this situation, Wang Erma has to take out a hundred copper coins, not to mention a copper coin.

He quickly got a copper coin for Jiang Yuan, and his tone became humble, "Brother, do you think this is okay?"

"If not, I have something else."

Jiang Yuan looked at him puzzled.

"Enough."

"If you don't want money, I won't be polite, let's go?"

"Let's go, let's go." Wang Erma forced a smile and rubbed his hands frantically, "Brother, take this thing with you."

Jiang Yuan always felt that this person seemed to be very scared, which was quite strange.

Chapter 78 Paper man? Scared the audience to tears!

In the live broadcast room.

The camera was quietly aimed at the face of the paper man.

The main room was dark, with only a yellowish light dimly illuminating a certain area.

The main room was dark, but on the table, there were two ever-burning lamps.

They illuminated a statue of an ancestor.

I don't know what belief this clay statue is from, it's different from others. There's a red silk cloth hanging on its head.

In the middle of the night, the light of the ever-burning lamp was reflected in the dark eyeballs,

which was particularly terrifying.

In this environment,

the paper man stood there, with a height proportional to that of a human and a similar body shape.

Especially the pale face, which was exactly the same as Li Bei's current appearance.

It's just that the smile on his face was very strange and stiff. Although it was very realistic,

it just revealed a sense of evil.

Even through the screen, there was a feeling of being watched.

[I won't say who was scared, the paper-making master was scared anyway]

[Oh my god, don't blame him for being scared, I was scared too! ]

[I really admire him. Others make paper figures to send off the dead, but Brother Jiang wants to send off the living.]

[I just took a look at this, and I won't sleep tonight!]

[It's better not to sleep, right? If I sleep, I will definitely dream about this thing.]

[Paper figures can be grounded, but you really shouldn't be too grounded!]

[I think this paper figure guy wants to drive Brother Jiang out.]

[He's here to mess up the place.]

[My child took a look and cried loudly.]

Jiang Yuan didn't realize this, and didn't know that his paper figures had scared a group of audiences.

Even some people who said that paper figures were reasonable at the beginning were sweating like soybeans on their backs.

"I'll come to discuss paper figures with you another day."

Jiang Yuan raised the paper figure and said politely to Wang Erma.

"I'm going out to take free jobs these days. See you again if we're lucky!"

Jiang Yuan left the Wang family quickly.

Wang Erma hurried over to close the door.

Through the crack in the door, he saw the paper man lying on Jiang Yuan's shoulder, his face facing him, his empty eyes were empty, but he seemed to be looking at him. He couldn't help but shudder, swallowed his saliva, and a cold wind blew on his back. He rubbed his eyes fiercely, "Damn it, I'm a paper maker, am I afraid of this dead thing?" He stomped his feet and cursed as he spoke. Then he rushed into the house, locked the door, and slept with the light on. The curtains were all down, and he didn't dare to look out at all. The night in the countryside is quite dark. The road was quiet. There was no one. Only some moonlight flowed down, not very bright, but it illuminated the winding path white. The grass on the side of the road was swaying, as if there were people standing. Jiang Yuan carried the paper man, and it felt heavier as he walked. He was quite surprised. This road seemed to be difficult to walk on. "Strange."

"Brothers, this paper man was originally light, but the more I carry it, the heavier it becomes."

"What does this mean? There is not much paper on the paper man, how can it become heavy?"

Jiang Yuan's camera was originally facing the road,

but now it turned around and faced himself,

and there was sweat on his forehead.

"Look, I'm sweating all over. It's like carrying a bag of cement."

[You'd better be making a fuss]

[Please stop scaring me, or I'll really have no pants to wear if you scare me again! ]

[Damn it, is this paper man alive? ]

[Didn't you say that it won't come alive if you don't put a dot in its eyes? ]

[Don't be afraid, everyone, recite with me to obey the law...]

[Marx protects me! ]

[Buddha protects me! ]

[...]

[Mikami-sensei protects me! ]

[Good boy, you...]

[You have something]

[How dare you do that at this time? Are you going to die? ! ]

The car in the live broadcast room was driving more and more off-center.

Jiang Yuan was convinced, "You guys are a bunch of idiots, don't you care about my life or death?"

"Forget it, I can't rely on you at all."

In front of the camera.

Li Wenxing watched the live broadcast, frowning, and fell into deep thought.

The second apprentice Zhou Xin saw the barrage,

and suddenly couldn't help coughing,

so rich!

Combined with the barrage, he couldn't help but say, "How dare Jiang Yuan, such a big anchor, play so much in the live broadcast room?"

"It's true that it's exciting to carry someone in the wilderness in the middle of the night."