Old man Li suddenly felt like he had fallen into an icy cave. For some reason, a chill surged from the depths of his heart.
He suddenly realized that this little girl couldn't have come here to have fun with them, but was intentionally luring them over.
So what does she want to do after she comes here?
Old man Li looked to his left and right and saw that there were seven of them, all men. There was strength in numbers, especially since they were only facing two weak little girls.
"You're here so soon?"
Wei Mian suddenly said something to the person next to her, and before Old Man Li could react, she threw the paper figure in her hand over.
The paper figure that should have fallen lightly to the ground seemed to be infused with a soul, becoming weighty, and its movements and expressions were very much like those of a real person.
As Wei Mian chanted the spell faster and faster, the paper figures gradually grew bigger and soon reached the size of ordinary people.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in the deserted threshing ground, a dozen white paper figures suddenly appeared in front of several grown men. They had no facial features, pale faces, uncoordinated hands and feet, and walked crookedly, which was extremely strange and weird.
"What are you going to do? I'm warning you...don't do anything rash!"
Zhang Ergen's voice was trembling. He was almost scared to death. Who could understand his feeling? He was suddenly surrounded by a group of paper people. And were the paper people really that big?
When Wei Mian heard him say, "Don't mess around," he immediately sneered, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself to see what you look like? You're telling others to stop messing around. Even if these paper figures of mine are ghosts, they still have their own aesthetic taste, okay? Do you really think they're not picky?"
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