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paper man? !

Wu Xiong and Chen Fei froze in place, motionless like a puppet.

They can't figure out why there are paper people lying on the bed?

Where is Xu Xiaofeng?

suddenly.

There was a roar in the ears of the two of them:

"What are you doing?!" Feng Yuan dashed forward, slapped the peace and blessing in mid-air to the ground with a slap.

"Snapped!"

Ping An Fu, who fell to the ground, was kicked away by Feng Yuan and was stained with a lot of dust.

But the faint golden light also disappeared.

Immediately afterwards.

Feng Yuan looked at Lin Er's wife and A Xiang's wife with flushed eyes, and a hand pointed out the door abruptly.

"Get out! Get out of me!"

Lin Er's wife and A Xiang's wife were so excited that they took a big step back in fright.

In their eyes, Feng Yuan has always been a gentle look, just like a talent in a TV series.

I've never had a red eye with anyone.

It was the first time they saw Feng Yuan so angry.

But when they thought of the weird scene just now, the two of them also froze in fright.

I couldn't move a step for a long time.

Wu Xiong and Chen Fei hurriedly stepped forward and protected the two behind them. Wu Xiong turned to Lin Ersao and whispered: "You go home first, and we will talk about everything when we go back."

As if finally feeling a bit of warmth, Lin Er's wife took a breath, and didn't know where the strength was coming from her body. She grabbed A Xiang's wife who was a lap larger than her, and ran to the door quickly.

After the two left, Wu Xiong and Chen Fei looked at Feng Yuan carefully.

Secretly, he clenched the jade amulet that Qin Feng had cast before.

Feng Yuan didn't even look at the two of them. He looked anxious and walked to the table, rummaged in the drawer "Ding Ding Dong Dong", and turned out a strange-shaped spice with his trembling right hand.

He picked up the lighter with his trembling left hand.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

I don't know if it's because Feng Yuan's hands are shaking too much, or the lighter really has a problem. Feng Yuan tried several times, but he didn't light up the lighter.

suddenly.

"Snapped!"

A cluster of flames ignited, but it was not the lighter in Feng Yuan's hands.

But Wu Xiong.

"Use this." Wu Xiong stretched out his hand holding the lighter and placed it in front of Feng Yuan. Chen Fei's expression on the side changed: "Old Wu..."

Before Chen Fei said anything, he was blocked by Wu Xiong with his left hand.

Before the matter was clear, they had better not jump to conclusions casually. After spending so many years with Feng Yuan, he intuitively felt that Feng Yuan would not harm them.

Unless, Feng Yuan is no longer Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan glanced at Wu Xiong deeply, did not speak, and directly lit the spices in his hands.

In an instant.

A puff of green smoke rose slowly, and the peculiar smell filled the room, and it also burst into the nostrils of Wu Xiong and Chen Fei.

The two instinctively covered their mouths and noses.

Next second.

However, he saw Feng Yuan rushing to the bedside, and the spice of green smoke would continue to rise, slowly circling the circle above the paper man.

I was still chanting something in my mouth.

Accompanied by bursts of green smoke, the thin-looking paper man suddenly became solid.

Immediately afterwards.

Paper people have skin and flesh and blood.

It's like a real big living person.

"hiss--"

Wu Xiong and Chen Fei watched as the paper man turned into Xu Xiaofeng, and couldn't help but breathe in the air.

It just feels creepy.

Goose bumps all over his body appeared.

Even if they had seen Jiuyou Hell before, they still felt terrified when they saw this scene in front of them.

Jiuyou Hell, that was the method of the Chenghuangye.

How can ordinary people compare?

But now, Feng Yuan, the neighbor they get along with each other day and night, a living person, can even turn a paper man into a living person.

This is simply a horror film staged in front of them.

How could they not be afraid?

The two of them held the jade amulet in their hands tightly, swallowed, and carefully moved toward the door.

suddenly.

An urgent voice came from my ear:

"Xiaofeng! Xiaofeng, wake up!"

"What's going on? What's going on? Why can't Xiaofeng wake up? No...no..." Feng Yuan hugged Xu Xiaofeng like a demon.

Even if the icy breath wrapped him tightly, it made him feel like he was frozen.

He also hugged Xu Xiaofeng tightly without letting go.

"No, you will be fine, you must be fine..." Feng Yuan kept muttering, but tears were already overflowing in his bright red eyes.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't force you to eat. Will you wake up well, please wake up well..."

"Patter!"

"Patter!"

A drop of tears kept rolling from Feng Yuan's face to Xu Xiaofeng's body.

Only where the tears fell, the body that looked like a living person was extremely fragile, constantly turning into wet paper.

Feng Yuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly released Xu Xiaofeng, but Xu Xiaofeng's half body changed back to a paper man, and the remaining half of his body became a little illusory.

"How could this...how could this..." Feng Yuan's teary eyes stared at the paper man on the bed.

"Puff!"

Feng Yuan knelt and sat on the ground, his whole body seemed to be sluggish.

not moving at all.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xiong and Chen Fei, who were planning to exit the room, were also stunned.

"Feng...Feng Yuan?" Chen Fei swallowed and looked at Feng Yuan nervously, but Feng Yuan did not respond, and he still knelt on the ground, as if stupid.

Wu Xiong squeezed his fists nervously, and plucked up the courage to take a big step forward.

"Feng Yuan, is Xiaofeng dead?"

Hearing this, Feng Yuan seemed to have some reaction.

He trembled all over, and murmured: "No...she's not dead, she's just tired, take a rest...yes, just take a rest."

Seeing that Feng Yuan could still communicate, Wu Xiong was also slightly relieved, and boldly pointed to the half-paper man on the bed: "Feng Yuan, take a good look, is Xiaofeng really lying on this bed?"

"Xiaofeng..." With a soft murmur, Feng Yuan looked up at the half-paper man, with unspeakable sadness and pain in his eyes.

"Ugh……"

Wu Xiong sighed and continued to Feng Yuan: "Feng Yuan, I don't know why you can turn a paper man into Xiaofeng. I hope you can tell us what happened, Xiaofeng, she...what is she? When did you die?"

"No!" Feng Yuan let out an angry roar, stood up abruptly, and rushed to Wu Xiong's body.

He clutched Wu Xiong's clothes tightly with both hands, and shouted with a twisted face:

"Xiaofeng is not dead. If it weren't for you, she would still be by my side. She would always be by my side. I blame you. Why do you want to give her peace and blessing?"

"why!"

The roar constantly echoed in the room, and Chen Fei was shocked, and he quickly stepped forward and pushed Feng Yuan away.

"Why? It's not because of you!"

"Because of me?" Feng Yuan loosened his clothes holding Wu Xiong's collar and looked at Chen Fei blankly.

It's just that his red eyes are full of disbelief.

Chen Fei's face was crossed and he roared angrily: "Of course it's because of you. If it wasn't for Xiaofeng who found out that you were sneaking around most of the night, how could you ask us for safety and keep you safe?"

Feng Yuan was stunned.

He didn't expect that everything was because of himself.

He killed Xiaofeng!

suddenly.

Feng Yuan closed his eyes, and the whole person tilted his head back.

Wu Xiong's expression changed, he hurriedly held Feng Yuan, and asked anxiously: "Feng Yuan, what's the matter with you?"

Feng Yuan opened his eyes weakly, looking at the half-paper man on the bed, but a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The same life, the same body, the little phoenix soul is scattered, and I can't live..."