The Fatty stared at the paper figures drifting overhead and thought they looked nothing like paper figures. They were clearly hanging ghosts disguised as paper figures.
Suddenly, a hand reached out and touched the Fatty's arm. Caught off guard, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned and saw Jiang Cheng.
Following Jiang Cheng's gaze, he saw a paper figure hanging in midair, swaying gently.
It was a little shorter than most of the others, and its body was painted a festive red. The Fatty had heard the saying "red for men, green for women," so this must have been a paper boy meant to be buried with the dead.
Because of the angle, the boy's face was hidden in shadow, and the Fatty couldn't see it. But when his gaze fell to the boy's feet, a few seconds later, his shoulders jolted and his breathing suddenly quickened.
The soles of the paper boy's feet were dirty, with grass and mud stuck to them.
A scene appeared uncontrollably in the Fatty's mind: the paper boy, wearing a grinning face with raised brows, left the house in the pitch-black night. It joined the other paper figures in a line, marched in an eerie fashion to the Wu Family Mansion, and carried away several large coffins from the mourning hall. Then it set them down beside the Dushui River and returned to the house under cover of darkness, waiting for them to show up.
Waiting for them to show up!
The Fatty's pupils contracted. These things had deliberately left clues behind, waiting for their group to come looking for them!
The thought had barely surfaced before it swiftly took over the Fatty's mind and refused to leave.
Worse still, there was more than one suspicious paper figure in the house. Judging