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

"Damn, the paper doll is talking!"

The father and son shouted this sentence almost at the same time.

When those two ugly female figures suddenly appeared, they were startled, but that was all they were surprised about.

After all, this isn't the underworld; it's Dad's dream. How can paper figures talk?

So even though it was a human eye staring at a paper doll's eye, neither of them paid much attention.

Both of them were a little surprised when Zhang Jianguo said that these were not the two paper figures he had made.

Who would have thought that the two paper figures would suddenly speak?

Especially when the drawn mouth suddenly tears open, opening and closing, pulling at the paper figure's skin, the sense of horror is instantly amplified.

Huh? Why was Zhang Chen also startled?

Damn it, those paper figures from the underworld are just paper figures inside, but they look exactly like people from the outside.

But these two right now are real paper figures.

The skin on the body was covered with paper, the clothes were drawn on, and the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and other sensory organs were all drawn on as well.

Moreover, because it was a traditional craft, the ink was applied heavily, and the pale white paper itself was already terrifying. When he spoke, it was as if a scene from a movie had come to life. Even though Zhang Chen was already dead, he was so shocked that his scalp tingled and his hair stood on end.

But... what did they just say?

Smuggling?

Node path?

The father and son looked at each other, and almost simultaneously made their move.

Zhang Chen picked up a red brick from the ground, while Zhang Jianguo grabbed a hoe from beside him. They instinctively leaned against each other, staring intently at the bricks.

"Dad, you stole these two paper figures, which means you left them at home?"

Zhang Chen stared at them, but asked a question aloud.

"Let me emphasize this: it wasn't stealing, I went to buy it. It's just that your Ninth Uncle isn't home, but these two paper figures were indeed placed in the yard!"

Zhang Jianguo is still trying to explain things at this critical juncture.

Zhang Chen automatically ignored the first sentence and focused on the second half.

In her own yard, meaning even though Mom wasn't asleep, she was in the same place as them.

"They said they were sucked in by my node pathway, so when they weren't sucked in, were they in the yard?"

Zhang Chen's tone was gloomy.

Zhang Jianguo was only stunned for a moment before he immediately realized what was happening, and his voice instantly rose eight octaves, "Damn, Xiulan?"

The thought of his wife instantly made Zhang Jianguo furious.

He wasn't afraid anymore. He grabbed a hoe, pointed it at the two ugly women's noses, and started yelling, "What did you do to my wife?"

Zhang Jianguo's roar caused the entire surrounding space to tremble violently.

The paper figure that had been staring coldly at Zhang Chen suddenly looked around and found that what was originally an ordinary scene, like a sunny afternoon after farm work with insects chirping in the grass, had suddenly transformed into a painting on a canvas. Ripples appeared out of thin air, causing everything around to distort and crease, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Its expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

The other female paper figure, witnessing this, exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! The dream is fluctuating violently, but we can't get out! If this dream collapses and the Dream-Transmitting Ghost is sucked back in, we'll be sucked back in too!"

"Damn it, shut up, you jinx!"

Upon hearing her companion's loudmouth, the female paper figure couldn't help but curse.

Isn't this just sending messages to people for no reason?

Sure enough, Zhang Chen and Zhang Jianguo exchanged a glance upon hearing this.

Can't get out? If you can't get out, then don't go out.

As for the dream-transmitting ghost being sucked back in? Doesn't that mean the dream-transmitting has ended?

In other words, if Zhang Chen were to end his dream-telling ability at this moment, he would simultaneously send the two "ghosts" who had smuggled themselves back back.

"Grass!"

Zhang Chen cursed under his breath, then turned to his father and said, "Dad, let's kill them together! We can't let them come back with me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jianguo immediately understood what Zhang Chen meant.

Nobody over there knows what this brat is capable of yet.

He said that dream-transmitting ghosts with such abilities are extremely rare in the underworld, and the situation in the underworld has been turbulent recently. As the saying goes, "possessing a treasure is a crime," and if his ability is exposed, he might be targeted.

If these two ghosts possessing the paper figures go back with him, and they manage to escape, it will be extremely disadvantageous for Zhang Chen.

Moreover, the current situation of Zhang Jianguo's wife and Zhang Chen's mother is still unknown.

So, at the same time Zhang Chen shouted those words, the father and son moved out almost simultaneously.

Zhang Chen picked up a brick and rushed over, hitting the ugly woman with a fierce look in her eyes.

Zhang Jianguo, in perfect unison, picked up a hoe and swung it at the female paper figure's head.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Chen smashed the paper figure's head right through it.

The red brick traveled from its left temple to its right cheek, splitting the paper figure's head in two, with one half of its head falling to the ground.

But Zhang Chen felt as if he had hit a hollow piece of paper, with no point of impact at all.

As for Dad, he was even more ruthless. His years of experience in farm work had honed his skills in weeding, allowing him to shave off another female paper doll's head from her neck with a single stroke of his hoe, leaving a wound the size of a bowl.

Well, if you could call this a wound.

"Gurgle!"

The paper figure's head hit the ground, rolled a few times, and then landed face down, its empty neck directly facing Zhang Jianguo.

You could see the light shining through the paper through his neck cavity; it really was a paper head.

"So... that counts as...taking him out?"

Zhang Jianguo was a little stunned.

He thought it was pretty simple, much simpler than killing someone.

Zhang Chen frowned, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

The next moment, the paper figure with only half a head left opened and closed its mouth, emitting a series of strange laughs.

"Do you know what a dream is? How can you kill someone in a dream? No, we're ghosts, haha, ghosts are already dead, how can we be killed? Ignorant!"

The paper figure's mouth was grinning arrogantly.

But the other one lay on the ground, spitting out several mouthfuls of dirt and grass that had been thrown into its mouth, and exclaimed, "Luckily, this dream-transmitting ghost used red bricks that appeared in dreams..."

"Shut up, you fucking idiot!"

The ugly woman with half a head who had just been laughing strangely was stunned and cursed angrily.

"Uh, what did I say wrong?"

The paper figure paused for a moment, rolled off the ground, stood up, and said something in a somewhat confused tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen's heart stirred. He threw down the red brick in his hand, gritted his teeth, and rushed over, grabbing the ugly paper doll with half a head in his hand.

The moment Zhang Chen's palm touched the paper figure, it felt as if he had grasped something alive; the sensation in his hand was exactly the same as that of a human neck.

But ironically, it was as light as a paper doll.

With a gentle pinch, the paper figure's neck shattered with a "crack".

"Damn it, would I be crazy to smuggle myself into the country with an idiot like you..."

With the final angry curse, the paper figure shattered, turning into specks of ashes that disappeared directly into Zhang Chen's body.