In the dark night, paper effigies floated in the air, stirring up waves of cold wind. The whole scene was extremely strange and made one's scalp tingle.
Song Shi stood on the roof and realized that the paper effigies were all converging in one direction, as if someone was secretly commanding them.
His paper clothes looked like a giant amongst the others as he chased it down.
In a flash, Song Shi chased after it and caught it. He said gloomily, "Why are you running away? Don't you know who you belong to?"
His clothes moved, but he didn't know if it was because they understood what he meant, but they suddenly quietened down and stopped moving.
"Did I manage to convince them…"
Song Shi felt that this thing was really strange. He wanted to burn it, but when he thought about how it was left behind by Huang Heyu, he felt a little reluctant.
"Young Master, why are you still reluctant to part with this piece of paper?"
