Next came the nose and mouth. He did his best to draw them with as much detail as possible, occasionally comparing his work to the corpse beside him.
According to Zhang Junyu, the hardest part of drawing a face on the Paper Figure was probably the eyes—and they were also the most dangerous part!
So he planned to leave the eyes for last. That way, even if something went wrong, he could finish the task as quickly as possible.
Once the task was over, he would be out of danger.
Somewhere deep down, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Suddenly, Zhang Junyu, who was bent over and concentrating on drawing the Paper Figure's lips, twitched his ear.
He thought he heard a strange sound, as if... someone were walking inside the ancestral hall, stepping on rotten floorboards.
"Creak—"
Now Zhang Junyu heard it clearly. There was no mistake. Something had come in from outside!
His first thought was River Goddess, whom Yu Chengmu had mentioned. But strangely, he hadn't heard any bells.
"Creak—"
The sound was closer now. There was no doubt it was coming for him, but what had he done wrong?
Holding his paintbrush, Zhang Junyu forced himself to stay calm. He knew all too well that the more panicked you were, the faster you died.
Holding his breath, he tiptoed behind the white curtain, gently pulled open a narrow gap, and peered outside.
At the very least, he had to figure out what the thing out there was.
But to his surprise, it was quiet outside. There was nothing there.
"Gone."
What was more frightening than a ghost suddenly appearing? A ghost silently disappearing.
Zhang Junyu's face twitched. He suddenly remembered something a senior had once told him.
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