After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 151 Delaying time
It was so late, and the power was out, so the person who suddenly appeared in the bamboo forest behind the house was most likely up to no good.

The darkness could not affect Song Miaozhu's vision, and naturally it could not affect the vision of the little paper servant.

As he got closer, the little paper servant saw with his own eyes that these people were carrying stepladders and were actually preparing to climb over the wall in a big way.

If one little paper servant saw it, it meant that all the little paper servants saw it, except Song Miaozhu, whose whole mind was focused on cutting paper into soldiers and energizing them, and she did not pay attention to the images transmitted simultaneously from the little paper servants.

Ever since Song Miaozhu first started practicing the art of cutting paper into soldiers, she had instructed her little paper servant to try not to disturb her during the hour of midnight.

Even if something happens, we have to wait until after this hour to deal with it.

All of a sudden, all the little paper servants in the courtyard became alert.

They were born from Song Miaozhu's hands, are in tune with her thoughts, and all their actions are taken for her consideration.

The little paper servants responsible for replacing the paper man took their positions and soon extended two emergency transfer routes with the underground secret room as the starting point and the replacement paper man as the transit point.

One path passes through Xiaozhu Mountain and goes straight into the depths of Yunwu Mountain.

The other route goes to the town, transfers at various places, and can go to the base of the Lingcheng Lingdiao Group, or to the city’s railway station and airport.

The rest of the paper servants split into several groups. Some went to check the entrance to the basement to ensure that Song Miaozhu would not be disturbed for the time being; some explored various places on the wall to see if there was anyone approaching from other places; and some saw that the street lights in the town at the foot of the mountain were still bright, so they went to check the distribution box.

The rest of them were all lying in ambush carefully in various places in the yard. They had to remember the appearance of the thieves. If the thieves really discovered the existence of the basement, they would find a way to make some noise to make them hesitate and delay some time.

As for the things at home that were not convenient to be shown to outsiders, Song Miaozhu had kept them in the Ghost Shop warehouse since he first started practicing the art of cutting paper into soldiers.

While the little paper servants were on full alert, all the newcomers climbed over the wall and entered the yard.

There were seven big men, and they all looked difficult to deal with.

"Boss, do we have to be so careful? She's just a powerless little girl!"

"Hush! Don't you know that villains die because they talk too much? It's never wrong to be careful! After we accomplish this mission, we can run away and live freely."

He just muttered a few words quietly and then fell silent.

Several people went to the main house cautiously.

The doors of the main house were locked, but this group of people were obviously prepared and had found something to open the door.

"Damn! It's locked! The key should still be in the keyhole!"

The man who opened the lock cursed softly.

At the keyhole behind the door, a little paper servant was struggling to hold the key and pushing it into the lock.

"Let's see if we can get in through the window! If not, we'll just have to force our way in. Even if we make some noise, there's nothing we can do."

A few of them walked around the main room. "Hey? There's a small window here that's unlocked. We can get in! It should be a utility room. It's empty."

"Seventh Brother, you are the smallest, so you go in from here and open the gate."

"Okay!" The shortest one among them climbed up the window and flipped in.

The room was empty. He ran straight to the door, turned the lock and pulled it, but it didn't budge.

The little paper servant had stuck a rolling pin on the door handle of this storage room.

Originally, this room was used to store paper-making materials, but the materials were stored in the ghost shop warehouse, so it became empty.

The window was opened intentionally by the little paper servant.

I just want to bring people in and delay time.

I originally thought that if I could bring all seven people in, I would lock the windows after they came in.

Unexpectedly, they only let one person in, so we could only delay for a while.

When the man found that the door could not be opened, he immediately went out again.

Walking past a French window, the curtains weren't closed tightly, leaving a small gap through which I could vaguely see the bed: "This looks like a bedroom!"

"Smash!"

Just as he swung the hammer, he heard a sound from the other side of the room.

The thieves were startled and looked over there. Could it be that the man was not in the bedroom, but in the wing room?
They approached that place cautiously.

"Hurry up! The flowers I've been waiting for you have all wilted!" A voice came from the house.

"Playing Landlord!"

"Young people are really night owls."

He turned the door lock gently, shook his head, and said silently, "It's locked."

The leader of the group pointed at the door and said, "Break it!"

It was just an ordinary door, easily knocked open.

He raised his leg and kicked the door.

But after kicking the door open, the imagined scene of the young girl panicking did not appear.

There were some miscellaneous items piled up in the room, but in the middle was an old-fashioned square table with a lit white candle, some paper money, and a deck of Landlord cards on it.

There were no girls, not even a cell phone.

They clearly heard the sound just now.

Looking at the white candles, paper money and cards, they couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Who lit the candles? Who placed the paper money for the dead on the table?
"Boss, something is wrong!"

"Something's wrong! There must have been someone there just now, go find them!"

Several people turned the storage room upside down but found nothing.

As he was flipping through the pages, the candle on the table suddenly went out.

Almost screamed out loud.

I checked with a flashlight for a long time but didn't see anyone.

"Really not! Boss, this place is a bit evil!"

The eldest brother was feeling a little nervous, but he pretended to be calm. "Stop talking nonsense. Forget it. With so many of us, let's just smash the windows of the main house and find the person first. Can't seven grown men do anything to a girl who hasn't even graduated from college?"

He strode out with his men, but stopped halfway out.

Under the moonlight, on the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, many white paper figures and paper money had appeared, scattered on the ground, motionless.

In the corridor of the main house, a completely black cat was looking at him quietly, which made him shudder.

His heart tightened: "Get out!"

He actually went towards the cat with the stick in his hand.

The cat ran away before he could reach it.

When I got to the door, I found that the door that was locked before was opened wide without me noticing.

He suddenly felt uneasy, but the huge reward made him bite the bullet and call the people behind him!

"Quick! Go in and see if anyone is still there!"

The seven people quickly checked every room in the main house.

Lao Qi also saw the room he had entered before, but this time he opened it easily.

"Boss! That little bitch must have discovered us. She even tried to stop me at the door before!"

The boss nodded and asked the others, "How is it? Did you find the person?"

"Nothing, let alone people, there is nothing valuable at all." The fourth brother complained.

"That's not right!" The third brother said, "We've been watching for several days. There are lights on in the yard at night! She must be there."

(End of this chapter)