She broke their wrists and left in a hurry after giving them a few warnings.
While the people behind her were wailing and scolding, song qingxiao stopped not far away. She felt that as soon as she left, the strange paper man disappeared quickly, as if it had heard her and retreated. She took a deep look in the direction where the paper man had been before and then turned around.
At the same time, in a secret room in the Shi family, fan jiangqu, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.
Not far away from him was a middle-aged man who was also sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed as if he had entered a meditative state.
A huge iron coffin was placed vertically beside him. Black mist was coming out of the iron coffin, making the whole room look gloomy and creepy.
At the closed window, a yellow paper figurine squeezed in through the crack of the window. The slight sound of friction seemed to wake up the quiet room.
