Only then did Yang Jiuhua understand the hesitation in the old man's eyes.
Anyone who saw him dressed like this would hesitate over whether to help.
After that shock, Yang Jiuhua suddenly felt strength return to his body. He could move again.
The first thing he did was tear off his paper clothes, paper pants, and paper hat, then bolt out of the pile of paper as if fleeing for his life.
Looking at the scraps with scorch marks along their edges, Yang Jiuhua felt his heart pound.
"Young man, are you all right?"
Yang Jiuhua snapped out of his daze and immediately replied, "I'm fine, I'm fine. Thank you, thank you!"
As he spoke, Yang Jiuhua tried to pull out some money to thank him, but after searching for a while, he found only his phone, which was dead too.
"Good, then. Hurry along."
As the old man spoke, he swept the paper scraps Yang Jiuhua had scattered back into a pile.
Right in front of Yang Jiuhua, the old man lit the shredded paper with a lighter.
Watching the flames, Yang Jiuhua suddenly remembered the Fire Whirlwind he had put out last night, and his face grew even paler.
He turned to leave.
Just then, he saw the pork head meat, liquor, peanuts, and his bag sitting on the stone steps nearby!
Besides those, three talismans lay scattered beside them.
Yang Jiuhua froze at the sight of the talismans, none of which had been unfolded.
If he remembered correctly, he had unfolded one triangular talisman last night, smeared it with blood, and thrown it into the pile of paper scraps that had not finished burning.
Why were there still three now?
Yang Jiuhua turned to look at the old man burning paper behind him.
Feeling the warmth of