If You Are Asked to Tie up a Paper Man, You Will Sue the Living Person to the Palace of Hell

Lu Ci squatted in the mourning hall of Zhao Mansion and tied up the soul flags. The bamboo strips are bent into a semicircle between the fingers. Paste the white paper with paste. He is good at craftsmanship, and the facial features of the paper man are more distinct than his own face. The last stroke of cinnabar was placed between the paper man's eyebrows, and his eyelids moved. Lu Ci shook his hand. The yin and yang eyes were something he brought out from his mother's womb - they can see people during the day and ghosts at night. At this moment, he saw the dead soul of the young master of the Zhao family in the coffin being locked by three talismans, and his soul was struggling like a dehydrated fish in the talisman light. The dead soul looked at him - "Help me... My father is going to give me to a dying old man to extend my life..."