Walking along the smooth and spacious road paved with yellow paper, Gu Juan slowly walked into the brightly lit town, looking at the pedestrians who were still busy on the street in the middle of the night with great interest.

These are three-dimensional paper figures, carrying various items on paper, and paper money is used when buying and selling things, giving people the feeling of stepping into the stage of a large-scale shadow puppet show.

They were all able to talk, and the different paper figures were still talking, turning the whole street into a bustling night market.

Gu Juan slowly walked through the paper crowd, and finally stood in front of a paper man selling "all kinds of vegetables", played himself as the chef of a wine shop, chatted with it seriously, and couldn't help but sigh again.

This thing can really interact with him, and it's not an AI way of communication, except that it looks like it's made of paper, and it's no different from a real person at all.

The paper money that almost wrapped him into a dumpling when he was by the river before was the hard currency here, so Gu Juan took out a few pieces of paper money in exchange for a bunch of vivid paper dishes, and continued to walk forward.

Zhu Zhan followed behind with a confused expression, seeing Gu Baihu chatting with those paper people all the way, and even being invited to be a guest in the paper people's house, he suddenly had a feeling of admiration to the ground.

Seriously, telling the truth and not talking about it, Zhu Zan thinks that no matter how good he is, it is impossible for him to reach the level of Gu Baihu who has such a wide range of friends, and he really takes it to the extreme.

Squeak......

The paper man selling "meat" pushed open the door of a small black paper building on the side of the street, and enthusiastically let Gu Zheng in.

The interior of the small building is no different from the furniture of the average wealthy family, the only difference is that everything is cut and pasted with various kinds of paper, giving people a strange and inexplicable feeling.

Gu Juan entered the main room, and Da Ma Jindao sat down on a paper chair, and pinched the armrest of the chair curiously, surprised that this seemingly thin thing could hold his weight, even if he shook it vigorously, there was no sign of falling apart.

Zhu Zhan remained on high alert, standing behind Gu Ju, ready to draw his knife at any time to deal with an attack that might come from any direction.

But as time passed, Zhu Zan was horrified to find that not only did the attack he had been worried about not come, but even Gu Baihu had a good conversation with the paper man, almost to the point of cutting off the head of the chicken and burning the yellow paper, and becoming friends for eight worships.

It wasn't until half an hour later, under Zhu Zhan's admiring gaze, that Gu Juan finally ended his conversation with the paper man, and turned it into ashes with an axe.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Juan got up, came to the innermost part of the room against the wall, stretched out his hand and pushed open the small door that was extremely difficult to find without coming close, and slowly walked in.

Zhu Zhan followed, and after entering the door, he was surprised to find that although the area of the room inside was almost the same as that of the outhouse, there was no furniture at all, but in the center of the empty room, a large and heavy coffin was placed.

Gu Juan was standing next to the coffin at this time, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Counselor Zhu, look at what we have discovered?"

"Lord Baihu, this is a coffin. Although Zhu Zhan was a little puzzled, he still replied respectfully.

"Counselor Zhu, if you want to live longer in a terrifying and supernatural story, meticulous observation and logical thinking are two indispensable skills, and you are still far behind. ”

Gu Juan gently patted the surface of the coffin, making a crisp tuk sound, "First, this is a coffin made of solid wood; ”

"So, I'm going to open the coffin now, and you'd better stand outside and wait for me. ”

Click!

As soon as Zhu Zhan left the room in the inner room, the top of the coffin was pried open by Gu Ju with an axe, revealing that he didn't know how long he hadn't seen the light of day again.

Inside, unsurprisingly, is an inner coffin.

Gu Juan did not rush to open the coffin again this time, but bent his body slightly, carefully observing the patterns and patterns carved on the outer wall of the inner coffin.

He saw a man with long hair, who could not distinguish between a man and a woman, sitting upright on top of a small boat, slowly drifting down the river, holding a long fishing rod in his hand, and not moving into the river.

And farther in the pattern, you can faintly see white clouds, pale ink green mountains, as well as the outline of the city, trees and fertile fields, and so on......

What does that mean?

What does it mean to make such a landscape figure painting on the surface of the coffin?

Gu Juan frowned and pondered, not noticing at all that just above his head, an extremely thin silk thread was falling silently, wrapping around his neck little by little.

When Gu Juan found out, the silk thread, which was almost imperceptible to perception, had begun to entangle and shrink.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and quiet female voice entered Gu Ju's ears, "From this moment on, you will enter the free and free paradise with me......

"Don't resist, don't resist, under the silk line of cause and effect, everything is false. ”

The silk thread wrapped around Gu Ju's body gradually tightened, but after only a moment, it couldn't be wrapped at all, and there were even faint signs of being broken.

Gu Ju's whole body bones made a series of crisp sounds, and his body faintly tended to expand and grow, but it was restrained by a circle of silk threads that became tighter and tighter, and a wrestling stalemate was formed between the two.

Unconsciously, the silk thread that fished down from above gradually became longer and longer, until Gu Ju was completely wrapped in it.

Gu Ju's clothes had been completely shattered, revealing a strong body that had been covered, and at this time, there were also circles of fine and scarlet blood.

Click!

Hideous black armor emerged from the surface of his skin, and rows of thick and sharp barbs arched from his shoulder blades, joints, and back, directly supporting the shadow threads that enveloped him in sharp arcs.

Swish......

The silk thread, which was invisible to the naked eye, suddenly dispersed, and quickly contracted towards a position directly above Gu Ju's head.

It was very fast, but even faster than it was the cold light that suddenly crossed it.

The double-bladed axe flashing from the darkness with a cold light, Gu Juan only heard a crisp sound like glass shattering, and then he was surprised to find that a very small crack appeared on the surface of the inner coffin without warning.

His axe hadn't touched the coffin, but it had cracked.

And sooner rather than later, he had to crack the moment he swung his axe to cut the silk thread.

What's more, the crack is located on the boat on which the angler sits, between the silk lines he fishes.

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Chapter 291: The Coffin