"Cheng Feng? Got a cousin at home? It's not the first time I've seen Huang Zha Paper, the Qi Er she refers to is naturally the "paper man", who can mistake the paper man for a real person, which shows how powerful Huang Zha Paper's ancestral craft is!

"Hehe......" Ma Chengfeng laughed dryly.

"Something's wrong! Something happened! Huifang couldn't care about the paper man anymore, and shouted helplessly.

"Slowly, what's wrong?"

Huifang's father went to the town in the morning to buy New Year's goods, but five or six hours have passed, and the old man still hasn't come home. Huifang's father is usually very honest and alone, and he will definitely greet the family before going there. Besides, there is really nowhere to go in the rural areas of the Northeast when it comes to Layue, and all the relatives at home are in the tunzi, where can such a big person go?

Ma Chengfeng looked back at Huang Zha Paper, and Huang Zha Paper nodded. "Girl, you go back first, Cheng Feng and I will go to help you find it, it will be dark soon, tell your mother not to go out of the house when you go back."

"Then my father...... He ......"

"Don't worry, we'll be able to find it for you."

It is not difficult to find the old man, the key is to find the living or the dead? Now even Huang Zha paper has no score in his heart. This damn old blind man doesn't leave sooner or later, and if he doesn't go at this juncture, he can only let Huang Zha paper wipe his buttocks.

"Senior, Huifang won't ...... his father?" After Huifang left, Ma Chengfeng asked Huang Zha paper. Last night he happened to break the old man's good deeds.

"Maybe I'm going to find that demon road. He was bewitched by the beautiful appearance of the fox skin last night, poisoned into the bone marrow, and the demon in his heart was born. But it's still early, and there shouldn't be a big incident, and the demon Dao must be in the middle of the night if he wants to harm people. "As long as anyone has a white affair, Huang Zha Paper will come to send paper people and paper horses, so he is also very familiar with the terrain of Lishutun. Take Ma Chengfeng and walk in the direction of the broken temple.

The sky has gradually darkened, and in front of the ruined temple, occasional villagers come back from outside and look inside. Ma Chengfeng stepped forward to take a look, and Huifang and her father were kneeling in the snow and looking at the dilapidated temple in a daze. But the temple was empty.

"Uncle Zhang? How cold is it outside? Let's go back, Huifang is still waiting for you to eat! Ma Chengfeng stepped forward and wanted to help him up, but was dragged by Huang Zha paper.

"You can't call him away, his soul has been found by the demon path, and as soon as the sun sets, he will lose his mind, even if you forcibly take him back now, he will have to sneak out at night."

"So our plans for the evening are still as usual?"

Huang Zhashi smacked his lips and shook his head. "It's not easy to do, I originally wanted to use the paper figure to confuse the real and lead the demon out. Not now, he's going to come to this man tonight! ”

Huang Zhazhi sent away all the blind dates that were watching the excitement, and put on a coat for Huifang and her father, and then went back with Ma Chengfeng, at this time, you can't call him away, and his soul is flying.

Back at the house, Huang Zha Paper asked Ma Chengfeng, did your grandmother leave no last words when she "left" saying that there was something hidden in the house?

"Only the "Thief of the Scriptures" was left to me, are you talking about it?"

"No, there should be something left by the old thief. You have a cellar at home, right? ”

There are cellars in the rural areas of Northeast China, because the winter in the Northeast is long, the logistics and transportation are not developed in that year, and there are almost no fresh vegetables to eat, so the general people will store a large number of winter vegetables in the cellar before winter.

The Ma family has a small cellar, but it has not been down since grandma left, and the bottom is empty, and not even a vegetable leaf can be seen. He opened the cellar and looked inside, and sure enough, there was nothing.

"Cheng Feng, you go down and dig, as far as I know, your grandfather came back once when you were old enough, and later when we were drinking together, he told me that he left you the dust shelter. Your grandmother doesn't want you to be a thief, so she hasn't mentioned it for so many years. That's a treasure! You put on a dust shelter to hide the yang energy, and no matter how smart the ghost nose is, it can't find you. ”

Ma Chengfeng jumped into the cellar, digging east and digging west, and finally pulled out a box in the corner, opened the box, and wrapped the inside with oiled paper inside and outside three layers.

"Just this ragged dress? Isn't this too loud? Also a dust coat? He said dismissively.

"Don't look down on this night coat, your grandfather was a leader in the rivers and lakes back then, and he never missed a business by wearing him. The name of the Ghost Hand Thief King is also half of the credit for this treasure robe. ”

"Humph! Even if he has a mountain of gold and silver, it doesn't have anything to do with my Ma Chengfeng! Ma Chengfeng casually threw the dust jacket to the ground.

"Silly boy, don't hold a grudge against the second master, your grandfather also has unspeakable secrets. Ay! Put it on, even if it's for Huifang and her father, isn't it okay just once? Huang Zhazhi persuaded him bitterly.

This nightwalk seems to be plain and unremarkable, but when you put it on your hand, you feel as if there is nothing in your hand, and it is as light as air. It has a smooth feel and is woven from countless hair-thick black threads.

The sun had set, the moon had crept up the branches, and the village had once again been shrouded in darkness. Ma Chengfeng felt a lot lighter after putting on the dust suit, and jumped on the roof of his house, he lay on the rubble and pressed very low, the wide dust coat was a cloak, the cloak covered his body, looking from a distance, there was nothing on the roof of the Ma family, and his body seemed to be integrated with the rubble.

"Cheng Feng? Cheng Feng? Where did you go? Stop playing! In the yard, Huang Zhazhi watched him jump onto the roof, but he couldn't tell him anymore.

In the middle of the night, the quiet in the village was terrible, and tonight there were no gamblers in the small shops in the east of the village. Only a family in the west of Tunzi heard the sound of crying.

A black shadow swept quickly, leaving a line of shallow footprints on the snow on the village road, and when he passed in front of Huifang's house, he stopped and looked into the courtyard twice, and Huifang was anxiously looking out with her mother in her arms. Her father still hasn't come back.

Ma Chengfeng was wearing a dust shelter cloak, and from a distance, it was just a cloud of black mist drifting closer, and then disappearing. "Hey!" He sighed heavily.

The black shadow ran extremely fast, and in a moment he had come to the ruined temple, and then jumped onto the roof, his protective cloak quickly covering his body. In the ruined temple, Huifang and her father were shivering from the cold, their snot was running out, and they had been frozen into countless ice skates hanging on his face, a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows and hair, and every time he took a breath, he exhaled a puff of white smoke from his mouth.

There was no life in the ruined temple except for him.