Paperman 859

end of the day, he dislikes the way things are glued together by "going against yin and yang."The interaction of yin and yang, giving birth to all things, that's the normal order in his view. Anythin...What did Liang Xiaoge do to make Mu Wanchen angry

I think Mu Wanchen has a pretty good temper, otherwise I wouldn't be so clingy to him.

And Brother Liang was smiling brightly before him, acting carefree and unrestrained. It was clear that he was kind to everyone and wouldn't easily get angry.

"A-Liang followed that old man all the way home through the yellow paper talisman. The driver of that car was the old man's concubine. This soul-binding ritual had been going on for a month. Generally speaking, seven sevens is the end. In a few days, the old man would die. To interrupt the spell, A-Liang used the yellow paper talisman to steal the old man's birth date talismans." Mu Wanchen frowned and said.

After listening to Mu Wanchen's words, I organized my thoughts.

This old man had no connection with the monster, but he was lustful and was entangled by a young seductress. The temptress was very skilled and managed to enter his home uninvited, causing chaos and disruption.

The old man was the head of a listed company. If family matters became too public, it would be very troublesome, so he kept swallowing his anger towards his young wife.

While he was being drained by stress and the lack of beauty, one of the old monster's men set his sights on him. He somehow brainwashed or manipulated his young wife, tricking her into coming up with a plan to kill him.

Liang Xiaogge learned this information from the yellow paper figurine and didn't want the old monster to succeed. With just a small paper figure's body, he ran into that woman's closet and stole the talisman with the old man's name and birthdate on it.

The art of necromancy places great importance on a person's "phantom body." Without this, there is no target for the incantations.

Liang Xiaoguo was almost injured in his soul by the magic of that old monster's subordinates. This reckless act was scolded by Mu Wanchen.

Although he took the risk, it was for you… I feel a little sorry for Little Liang. I should have treated him better.

"Regardless of who it's for, one shouldn't risk their life and fortune. He is a standout in the clan, but he still needs more cultivation. He should not take such risks." Mu Wanchen shook his head.

He paused, letting out a soft sigh. “We can’t afford to lose even one member of our tribe…”

"Why You're so merciful" I was a little surprised.

"Compassion..." He gave a self-deprecating smile. "When I learned that the woman Yun kidnapped with medicine was Yin Luo, my anger almost implicated the entire Si Clan. At that time, I even thought about throwing him into Youfangtan to turn him into bones, but in the end, I held back."

"I am not merciful, but I have to be..." He sneered and shook his head.

I bit my lip nervously. Was he angry because I had been kidnapped Or was it simply that, being in his position, he couldn't afford to be careless, even if he normally didn't care much about killing

I have no idea what he's really thinking.

“Since Liang Xiaoge has returned safely this time, let's not punish him. Next time I see him, I will also remind him, you maintain his mood and he will understand.” I said, imitating my senior brother Qiu’s tone as a peacemaker.

Mu Wanchen glanced at me: "Punish him to fold paper figures for you Is that even a punishment"

I imagined the little brother, filled with resentment, stacking paper figures. It's so scary! Now I have a newfound respect for curses in witchcraft. Before, I thought it was just a way to vent frustrations, but now I realize there's more to it than that.

"Words and mental power possess auras. With the aid of incantations, one can achieve their heart's desire... Ordinary people's words and mental power can also influence those around them, it's just that they lack the profound spiritual energy and incantation techniques." Mu Wanchen walked to the sofa and pulled Xuan Yue out from his item pouch.

He looked at me, as if it were only natural for me to cook—lucky for me, I was quick and bought some fresh noodles! Hmph, I'm not in the mood to cook, at most, I'll just make a noodle soup with sliced tomatoes, and an egg. Perfect.

"I was chopping tomatoes as I said, 'You don't even deserve a phone. How am I supposed to contact you if something happens'"

Mu Wanchen used a red talismans on the sofa to stack a small paper man, walked behind me, and stuffed the paper man into my pocket.

"If something happens, I'll know." He said faintly.

But sometimes, even when I have nothing to do, I also want to look for you.

I glanced at him, then decided it was pointless to stick with him like this; I seemed pathetic.

Mu Wanchen doesn't often stay here. After finishing the noodles, he said to me, "I need to go back for a while, let me send you home first."

"No need, I'll just take a cab back." I shook my head. "It's always so sudden that you appear at home, people will find it strange."

He frowned and reminded me, “Then take this paper man with you. I'll be back soon.”

He is actually quite busy and still manages to spend time with me. I didn't expect him not to use any force to make me go back with him.

I thought he'd lose patience soon, but now it seems he doesn't complain about running around like this.

When I got back to my front door, the chatty president of the new media club saw that I wasn't replying to his WeChat messages, so he just called me directly.

"...Yes, my name is Yin Luo." I said to the person on the other end of the phone with a hint of resignation.

He was really a chatterbox, talking for ages without getting to the point. I listened to him on the phone while walking towards the front door.

Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. I turned around to see that the hitching posts outside stood silently in the shadows of the screen walls and flanking rooms. There was no one there.

"...Hey hey, Yin Luo, how about we meet super early tomorrow" A voice came from the phone.

I carefully scanned every corner of the building outside the gate, not even a bird in sight. How could I suddenly feel like someone was watching me

"Yinluo, did you hear that Hey..."

I held the phone, answered with a "Got it," and hung up.

As I stepped through the door, I shut both of them behind me. They were still the old style with just a Z-shaped latch on the back.

My dad said this is over 200-year-old old rosewood. No one is allowed to drill holes in it for locks, anyway, with the current good security and my large family, there's no need to worry about thieves.

The Ninth Senior Brother was studying in the front hall, doing some chores as well. Hearing the sound of the door, he walked out and asked me puzzledly: "Little Junior Sister, what are you doing It's only a few o'clock, why are you closing the door"

"Senior Brother, I feel like someone is following me." I said with a frown.

"No way Let me check—" He picked up a stick from beside the stairs: "Which little punk was tailing you We'll go out and beat him to death."

"I didn't see anyone." I shook my head. "Anyway, don't open the door, it's better to be safe than sorry. I'm going back to my room."

That old monster was still staring at me. I felt intimidated and decided to play it safe, especially since Mu Wanchen wasn't around.

At night, I was playing with my phone in the room. Around 11 p.m., I suddenly heard a bang coming from outside.

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