My blind date paper figure rejected me because I was poor, so my dad angrily burned ten trillion.

"It must have been someone's Spring Festival couplets that got blown off by the wind!"

Wei Xiulan muttered to herself.

Although I felt a little uneasy, it's the countryside, with all sorts of odds and ends, so it's not surprising that they make some noise.

So Wei Xiulan stopped paying attention and continued to look at the sleeping old man.

The sound paused for a few seconds, then resumed.

This time it seems even closer; it sounds like it's in the courtyard, not far from the main house door.

The rustling sound, which had a hint of bamboo scraping, was slightly different from before.

Wei Xiulan's ears perked up.

She didn't want to pay attention, but the night was so quiet that even the slightest sound was amplified, so she heard it very clearly.

"That's strange, what's that sound?"

She stood up and looked towards the door.

The door to the upper room was open, and it was pitch black outside, so you couldn't see anything.

To save electricity, the living room lights are off right now, only the bedroom lights are on.

She thought about going to take a look, but it was a little scary. After hesitating for a moment, she just looked around and didn't go out.

Unsurprisingly, the sound stopped after two seconds, and everything became very quiet.

But at this moment, Wei Xiulan was highly focused, listening intently.

Sure enough, after a few seconds of pause, the sound reappeared, but this time it was different. In addition to the rustling sound, there was also the noise of paper being torn. Although it sounded like the same paper, one was a scraping sound, while the other seemed to be the friction caused by the paper being torn.

Wei Xiulan was also quite surprised that she could tell from it.

There was even a slight clanging sound of bamboo strips mixed in.

"Who?"

Wei Xiulan called out to the door.

But there was still nothing at the doorway to the upper room; it was still pitch black at night.

However, after shouting that, the sound disappeared again.

Wei Xiulan had goosebumps all over her arms, and the hairs on her arms stood on end.

He glanced back at the sleeping old man and wanted to call out, but then he remembered that his son was still dreaming of building the country, so he held back.

However, this kind of rambling behavior couldn't go on forever, so Wei Xiulan carefully left the bedroom and walked to the door.

She didn't dare to expose her whole body, but instead peeked out from the upper roof.

She was so startled that her throat felt blocked and she couldn't shout.

Upon closer inspection, Wei Xiulan couldn't help but curse inwardly; it turned out to be the voices of those two ugly paper figures.

There was a slight breeze in the yard. The paper figure was handmade, and the seams of the colored paper covering it were cracked, causing it to sway in the wind.

The reason she was so frightened was that the two paper figures were facing the roof. It would be strange if she wasn't scared when she suddenly saw them in the yard.

"That's terrifying! Those two unlucky things, I'll burn them both tomorrow!"

Wei Xiulan muttered.

She immediately turned and went to the bedroom. She needed to keep an eye on the old man so that she could go to sleep as soon as he woke up and let her son meet her.

However, as she reached the doorway, Wei Xiulan suddenly stopped and muttered to herself, "Are these two paper figures facing this way?"

She couldn't quite remember.

When Jianguo stole them back, he just left them lying around because the two rather ugly paper figures had bamboo frames and were made of dyed paper, the kind that was very easy to burn.

But because Uncle Nine is skilled, he can stand on his own two legs, and he even has weights inside his feet so he won't be blown over by the wind.

So he was standing the whole time.

But even after thinking about it carefully, Wei Xiulan couldn't remember which way the two paper figures were facing at the time.

"Perhaps it faces the upper roof?"

she thought.

Without thinking much, Wei Xiulan went into the bedroom.

The old man's expression changed again in his sleep, and he suddenly had the same carefree and flirtatious look he had when he was young.

This made her dream of her youth again.

Back then, Jianguo was very handsome, especially his mouth; he was so eloquent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to win her over.

To be fair, Wei Xiulan was the most beautiful girl in the village when she was young.

"I wonder what they're talking about!"

Wei Xiulan thought to herself.

"Hmm, it must be about arranging a ghost marriage for my son. It would be great if he could find an eighteen-year-old bride!"

Wei Xiulan thought simply that since her son was all alone down there, it was only natural for him to find a wife.

"I'll talk to my son about it later; he has to agree. Ping wouldn't lie to anyone!"

Thinking this, Wei Xiulan heard the sound again.

But this time she felt no fear at all.

It must be the wind blowing, but speaking of which, why did the wind suddenly pick up?

After considering her options, Wei Xiulan ultimately focused her attention on the old man.

I was genuinely a little anxious.

They waited and waited, but the old man showed no sign of waking up.

Wei Xiulan was anxious, but she knew that Jianguo was definitely talking to his son about serious matters, so she had to wait.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of paper being written.

This time the noise seemed a bit louder; it sounded like it had already reached the doorway of the main house.

Wei Xiulan immediately sensed that something was wrong.

No matter how the wind blows, the sound will always stay in the same place.

But why does it feel like we're already at the door?

Wei Xiulan was startled and turned her head to look through the bedroom door towards the main entrance of the upper room.

Suddenly, I saw that one of the paper figures had poked its head in, only half of its face showing.

The paper figure had pupils formed from ink, a pale face with two round blushes, and two braids that stretched horizontally into the face. The key point was that the paper figure was facing the bedroom, and when Wei Xiulan took a look, she made eye contact with the paper figure.

In that instant, a bone-chilling coldness surged from the soles of Wei Xiulan's feet, coursing through her entire body, and she immediately stiffened and became unable to move.

His face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were wide open. He tried to look away from the half-paper figure's face that had been thrown in, but he couldn't move at all, as if he had been frozen in place.

"Oh no, we're trapped in a maze!"

That was the only thought that popped into Wei Xiulan's mind.

Actually, she didn't even know what "being trapped in a ghost wall" meant at this moment, but that's what she thought, because she only knew this term.

"Shh...crunch..."

The rough paper surface rubbed against the steps, producing a crisp sound.

Wei Xiulan watched as another ugly female paper figure's face emerged from outside into the main room.

At first, it was just a black head made of ink, and then it gradually extended in little by little.

It was also extended horizontally, but what Wei Xiulan saw was the back of a head.

Because the paper figure is looking in the opposite direction.

After half of its head was poked in, the paper figure suddenly stopped, as if it realized something was wrong, and began to slowly turn around.

The neck, made of paper and bamboo strips, made a "crackling" sound. Suddenly, with a sudden force, it twisted around, facing Wei Xiulan...