Lin Zhao stuffed a magic talisman into the cloth man's clothes and then said: "There is no material, the work is too rough, just make do with it!"

"Song of Survival" says: Don't reach out when you see someone wearing yellow clothes. It probably means that you can't touch people wearing yellow clothes.

Lin Zhao shook hands with the driver. The driver must have left a mark of a ghost or something on him, and he regarded her as a hunting target.

Lin Zhao transferred the mark to the stand-in puppet, which was also a way.

But, is this stand-in puppet really useful?

While I was still thinking about it, the sound of the doorbell came from the door. When I looked out from the concierge window, there was already a courier wearing a red vest outside the iron gate of the community: "There is express delivery!"

I gestured to Lin Zhao and walked out: "Whose express delivery?"

The courier looked up at me and smiled strangely: "Don't you usually talk?"

I said as I walked: "I won't say anything, can you leave? The courier will bring it in and register."

The courier smiled and said, "Didn't I already deliver the express? It's right next to your feet, didn't you see it?"

When I looked sideways at my feet, I didn't know when a baby with a huge head appeared in the corner.

Infant spirit?

When I took a closer look, I realized that the other person's face was not a baby at all, but looked like a middle-aged man's head had been cut off and placed on a baby.

The monster sneered at me, then ducked into the soil and disappeared, leaving only a square box.

When I looked at the door again, the courier who had his head half lowered also raised his head. There was only a dark shadow in the other person's motorcycle helmet, and he couldn't see his face at all.

A burst of laughter came from the other party's empty helmet: "The things have been delivered, and the people who should collect them will come out to collect them."

I looked directly at the opponent's helmet: "How can you talk without a head?"

"That's not easy, just change your head." The courier took a few steps back as he spoke: "Wait for me, I will come back to you."

I didn't wait for the other party to leave, and the soul-chasing rope on my wrist shot out from the gap in the iron gate railing, passed around the other party's waist, and locked the lock in front of him.

I pushed back with my right hand and pulled the man toward the iron gate from a few meters away. After the rider's helmet made a loud bang between the door and the door, smoke like yellow sand burst out from the rider's cuffs and collar.

Shoot out.

It was like a yellow cloud had burst up in front of me, and I could only vaguely see the rider's clothes falling to the ground amid the flying sand.

Whether it was the touch from when the soul-chasing rope entangled the other person, or the weight of the person himself, I could feel that the other person was a living person. However, the other person was knocked into a pile of yellow sand.

What exactly is the other party?

I walked over and squatted in front of the door, grabbed a handful of yellow sand from the ground and stuffed it into my pocket. Before I could get up, a pair of white sneakers appeared in front of me.

Someone is coming again!

Before I even had time to look up, I felt a shadow covering my head. Not only was the person looking down at my head, but he also stretched something out from the outside and hung it over my head: "The takeaway ordered by the owner has arrived. You can take it."

With."

I could only see the other person's legs, and I couldn't tell whether the person was dead or alive, but the other person kept urging: "Please reach out! The owner's takeout is here."

While the other party was talking, I quietly took out the lighter and held it in my hand. I specially found a lighter polished from white steel so that it could be used as a mirror when needed.

I just saw a red package in the reflection of the lighter, and the man said: "Don't look at my face. You can look at the face of a living person, but you can't look at the face of a dead person casually. If you see it, it will be a dead person."

It’s easy to follow you.”

"That's because he's not dead!" As I spoke, the lighter in my hand shot up from bottom to top. The infuriating energy wrapped in the lighter swept across the opponent's wrist like a blade.

I leaned back and directly faced the package above my head.

I had no choice but to reach out and catch the package!

When I stood up with the square package in my arms, the delivery man in a yellow jacket had already dragged his empty sleeves back a few steps away: "After you receive the package, you have to put something in it and deliver it to the person."

go."

"What to pack? When will it be delivered? To whom? Just think about it yourself! When he gets hungry and you haven't delivered the stuff, someone will die here."

When the other party said a word, he stepped back a little. When he finished speaking, the man was already standing on the roadside, stepping back towards the side of the truck with people coming and going.

The traffic policeman who was busy cleaning up the scene didn't even notice that there was an extra person around him. However, the other person easily avoided the traffic policeman beside him and followed the body that was being carried away to wait for the funeral parlor's hearse.
Chapter completed!