Chapter 007 Chapter 7

Qian Er was confused: "Antique...dealer?"

"Yes, he took my deposit, but he hasn't given me the product yet." The paper man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pale face approached Qian Er. A faint blue light shone through his dark pupils. "Did you see him?"

Qian Er shook his head rapidly.

"Really?" The paper man stood up and looked at Qian Er with his eyes downcast. "You smell like an antique."

"I... I'm a traitor!" Qian Er waved his hands and said, "That's why I came here today. I don't have any antiques! The boss has antiques, but I don't!"

"Where is the boss?"

Qian Er quickly stretched out his finger and pointed in the direction behind him: "It's over there, so please let me go."

The corners of the paper figurine's mouth curled up slightly: "Really? Thank you very much."

He walked past the paralyzed Qian Er. Before Qian Er could breathe a sigh of relief, he found that his legs had lost their intuition. He looked down and saw that his feet had turned into the texture of origami. This strange change was still spreading to his body. Qian Er was terrified and wanted to beg for mercy. He turned around and stretched out his hand to the paper man. The fingertips he raised turned into paper sticks and did not move.

The audience watching the live broadcast were stunned.

During the last live broadcast, the camera was pulled far away, which included more people and prevented the viewers from observing the entire process of paper-cutting in detail. But now it is different, the camera almost wanted to take a close-up of Qian Er's face, and at this time, whether it was the changes in his body or Qian Er's frightened expression, they were all captured clearly. The overly intuitive scene scared the viewers so much that the comment area was silent for several seconds, and then it was filled with fresh grass again.

The paper man that Qian Er turned into moved. He stood up stiffly from the ground, followed the paper man, and walked towards the direction of the boss.

At this time, the boss was still searching for the so-called ancient tomb on the mountain, digging with a shovel and joy.

The third brother found nothing. When he came back, he saw his eldest brother digging a hole, so he followed his orders and started digging with him.

"Brother, are you sure it's here?" The third brother asked after digging for a long time without seeing any results, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Boss: "The Wu kid said he found it near a bowl-shaped boulder. That must be it."

The third brother said "oh" and was about to continue working, but then he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped.

Through the misty trees, he saw a miserable white paper face, the other person was wearing a gray paper shirt and black paper pants.

The facial features are all painted on, but he looks very similar to Qian Er.

The third brother was stunned until the paper man took a step forward and walked towards him. Then he shouted, raised his head and threw the shovel out.

"What are you doing!" the eldest brother roared, and then he saw the third brother pointing behind him and turned his head in confusion.

When the boss saw the paper man who looked like Qian Er walking towards him, his face changed. He immediately remembered the live broadcast incident Qian Er had mentioned before. He didn't care whether it was true or not, so he turned around and ran. He hadn't taken two steps when he ran into the paper man who looked like Qian Er.

"Where is the antique?" asked the paper figurine.

The boss subconsciously reached into his pocket.

"It's there." The paper man walked forward with a smile, stretched out his fingers, and immediately scratched the boss's clothes pocket with his sharp nails. A small bronze object fell out and landed in the palm of the paper man's hand.

When I got the bronze object, the system gave me a thoughtful introduction: "This is a bronze pot lid from the Ming Dynasty. Although the pot cap is carved into a human figure, it is very special, but unfortunately it is only the pot lid. It has no value other than its historical value and is not worth much. It cannot be a strange prop. I suggest that the host discard it."

"Useless garbage." The paper man sighed and threw the small object away.

The third brother had sharp eyes and immediately rushed over and held it in his hand.

"Have you seen anyone here?" the paper man asked. "I'm looking for an antique dealer."

"I...didn't see anyone else." The boss swallowed, "But if you want to ask antique dealers, I know a few and can introduce them to you. Whether you want to sell or buy, we have them all."

The paper man raised his eyebrows slightly: "No, the things that you ordinary antique dealers sell are not what I need."

"What do you need?"

"What I need... is something that can kill monsters." said the paper man.

The third brother: “Weird?”

The paper man smiled and nodded. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the third brother's forehead. The next second, the third brother froze and turned into a paper man under the horrified gaze of the eldest brother.

"This is called weird. Of course, I am weird too." The paper man put his hand on his chest, the smile on his face gradually expanded, and the two paper men danced along with his gestures. "The world suddenly changed, weirdness descended, in the chaotic world, only those who can reach the top can be king!"

"I want to stand on a high place and be worshipped by all the weird fears!"

"I want to stand at the center of the stage and watch all the sadness and pain in the world!"

"I want to control everything and let everyone dance in my hands!"

"I need to become stronger!" The paper man's crazy laughter gradually died down, and then the corners of his mouth, which had been raised, slightly depressed.

The corners of his mouth were still curled up in a smile, but the audience could see a hint of unhappiness on his face.

"That bastard businessman... never knew what it meant to keep a promise." The whites of the paper man's eyes were stained black, and black mist spread from under his feet, dyeing his white clothes black.

The paper man's eyes revealed a bloodthirsty look: "Forget it, I'll go find him myself."

After saying this, the paper man walked forward without even looking at the only surviving boss behind him.

The eldest brother had already collapsed to the ground, his pants soaked with urine.

However, this did not allow him to escape. Although the paper man had his back to him, the boss still turned into a paper man at a very fast speed. The expressionless boss slowly stood up and followed stiffly behind the paper man, together with his two companions, like the paper man's most loyal servants.

The comment section of the live broadcast room is refreshing at a very fast speed.

[The amount of information is so overwhelming that it makes me panic.]

[It really is the end of the world. I'm going to buy some rice noodles now. 】

[A weird thing is coming? The same weird thing as him? It’s over. 】

[Are you sure this isn't a promotional video for a movie? ]

[What kind of publicity is this? Which production company has acknowledged this?]

[Will these three brothers change back? ]

[Who knows? It doesn't matter if it can't be changed back. It's all a fight.]

[The first person who became a paper man is someone I know. He is a gambler and has a lot of debts. He is not a good person.]

[Does no one care about that antique dealer? I want to know where that dealer is and what he sells.]

[What can I sell? Antiques.]

[According to what this weird guy said, the things that antique dealers sell can kill weird things. I really need them.]

[You need it, but can you afford it? Antiques are very expensive, and antiques with special powers are definitely astronomically expensive. ]

[That antique dealer released a weird pigeon, a pill. ]

[Not necessarily. Do you think that an antique dealer who sells bizarre items that can kill people is really a human being? ]

[You’ll know after watching the sequel. Maybe you’ll even see the antique dealer appear. The live broadcast is still going on.]

Indeed, the live broadcast was not interrupted and continued to film behind the paper man, all the way down the mountain and into a nearby village.

The paper man swaggered into the village with three paper men who could walk by themselves. The villagers were all scared. People living in the countryside believe in something to some extent. After seeing this, they immediately went into the house and locked the door. Some even began to kneel down and worship Buddha.

The paper man ignored them and stood in the center of the village, seemingly trying to find the direction.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he disappeared from the camera at an extremely fast speed, along with his three paper servants.

The live camera seemed to be unable to react to this situation. It shot the empty ground for a long time before suddenly turning and landing in front of an abandoned old house.

[What is this place? It feels very old-fashioned, except that the walls are covered with vines.]

[I know this is Shuxianglou, a famous old house with a history of about 200 years. Don't look at it as shabby, it is very valuable and it is a private residence.]

【Isn’t this just following the market? 】

[The door is unlocked, can I come in? ]

[If you have money, you can go in. This mansion needs to be repaired. You will have to pay for knocking down an ancient door.]

[There is nothing left in this mansion. The owner has moved all the valuable things away. What is left is the building itself, which is also the most valuable thing. It is said that the maintenance cost alone will be calculated in the billions.]

[No wonder the owner never repaired it and left the door open. Is he waiting to be scammed? ]

[If the weird brother goes in, it would be considered as trespassing in a private residence. ]

[You and the weirdo are talking about human laws? ]

The paper man did not go in. He stood at the half-open door with three paper puppets and shouted, "Where is the thing I want?"

After a while, a voice came from the live broadcast platform. The tone was high and low, and it was impossible to tell the age and gender of the person who spoke, nor could it be heard where the voice came from. It was like an echo falling from the sky.

"Not ready yet. Seven days from now," the voice replied.

"Seven days is too slow."

"What you want is too difficult to do. It can't be done any earlier."

"What if you delay any longer?"

The voice seemed to laugh: "Then I will compensate you with ten secret books, a hundred strange objects, and a thousand heads."

"I'll remember that." The paper figurine waved, "You'd better keep your word."

The black mist swept in, and the paper people and paper puppets all disappeared.

Only the live camera was still staring at the gate of the ancient house.

Then with a snap, the live broadcast was interrupted.