"Haunted?"

The old man put on his long johns and lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"What's going on? What's going on? Tell me what's going on."

"The paper man... the paper man moved..."

The old man yawned, "Are you talking about paper buns?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, it's a paper figurine. Mr. Xing, is it Wang Xiaoqin's ghost that is attached to the paper figurine?"

"Boy, you can really scare yourself."

"Wang Xiaoqin has been dead for decades, and I have lived here in Ermian for decades. I have never seen Wang Xiaoqin. I almost forgot what she looked like."

"He has braids, wears a floral cotton-padded jacket, has wheat-colored skin, and is so tall. Come to me," I compared my height.

"Have you seen Wang Xiaoqin?" The old man looked a little surprised.

I shook my head and said I had never seen it. After thinking about it, I added that I had seen the photo.

At this time, the old man smiled and said: "Look at your coward, do you have a stick? Now take the stick and follow me."

"Where to go?"

The old man was smoking a cigarette. He buttoned up his coat one by one and said, "Where did you say you were going?"
Chapter completed!