Zhang Bufan suddenly hugged his head: "What happened after I woke up?"

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"What happened after I woke up, shouldn't you tell me why you made the clay figurine and why you put my clothes on the clay figurine?"

"Did you say that at the time? I can't remember the last part for any reason?"

Zhang Bufan raised his head and looked at Baishou Zhang sitting opposite: "Why did you have to make a clay figurine in my image?"

Baishou Zhang smiled and said, "I told you about this before! Have you forgotten?"

"I told you that when you are eighteen, you should not be exposed to Yang energy in the two days before and after your birthday. If you are exposed to Yang energy, you will die!"

"I faked my death to save you!"

"Hurry! Go over and put you in the coffin. With the coffin covering you, you won't be able to die."

Zhang Bufan sat there without moving, quietly looking at Baishou Zhang opposite him: "Master, what do you do with the coffin you put in the backyard?"

Baishou Zhangbujue was stunned for a moment: "Isn't the coffin in the backyard placed in the mourning hall? You didn't use that coffin?"

Zhang Bufan smiled: "Let's go!"

Baishou Zhang stood up and walked out. When he reached the door, he said, "Don't regret if you don't listen to me."

Zhang Buyan leaned on his chair and looked at the door: "The food at my house is not for nothing. If you drink a glass of wine from me, you will have to leave me a life."

Baishou Zhang was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Bufan moved his feet slightly under the table. A white line suddenly burst out from the door, blocking the door horizontally.

As soon as Bai Zhang moved outside, he tripped on the white thread used to sew clothes and fell face first to the ground.

There was a snapping sound when the man was lying on the ground, which sounded like the sound of a bundle of paper falling to the ground.

As soon as the man fell, the clay figure who came with him also fell to the ground.

Zhang Buyan stood up and walked to the door, lifted Baishou Zhang's ribs with his toes, and turned him over.

It was clearly a paper man made of white paper, with three words "hundred hands" written on the man's face in black pen.

That was Baishou Zhang's handwriting. Doesn't that mean that Baishou Zhang was sending a letter to Zhang Bufan?

When Zhang Buyan saw this, he suddenly covered his heart, vomited blood and fell to the ground, making no sound.

Baishou Zhang's voice came faintly from outside the door: "Why don't you believe what I said?"

"I wholeheartedly wanted to save you, but in the end I failed!"

When I followed the voice and looked towards the door, I saw Baishou Zhang, dressed in the clothes of a dead man, looking towards me with eyes wide open: "Do you believe what I say?"

I was suddenly startled and woke up from my dream.

When I sat up from the ground, I saw Feng Ruoxing and Ye Yang looking at me with shocked faces. I was slightly stunned and said, "Are you dreaming too?"

After Ye Yang and Feng Ruoxing nodded at the same time, Feng Ruoxing told what happened in the dream, and it turned out to be exactly the same as what I saw.

The four of us raised our heads at the same time and looked at the shrine in the mountain temple.

On the originally empty shrine, four life-size clay sculptures appeared side by side.

The four clay figurines not only have the same facial features as us, but they also wear the clothes of several of us.

After we fought our way out of Qingyan Village, we were covered in blood, so we simply took off our coats and threw them into the mountains.

Someone followed us, took away the blood-stained clothes and put them on the clay figures.

Isn't all this exactly the same as Zhang Bufan seen in the dream?

I made a cautious gesture to Ye Yang and the others, jumped up on the altar table, stretched out my hand and pressed on the face of the clay figurine, and my fingers immediately made a hole in the face.

I jumped down from the table and said: "The clay is still new, which means the clay figures have just been put up not long ago. Just now... what were you looking at me for? What happened to my face? What are you doing?"

Before I finished speaking, I saw Feng Ruoxing staring at my face. Ye Yang drew out his long sword and held it in front of him. He pressed his palm on the blade of the sword and wiped it forward, staining the blade with blood.

Ye Yang is using witchcraft!

Is he using witchcraft on me?

Zang Tianji raised his hand to block Ye Yang: "Don't act rashly, first find out what's going on!"

Zang Tianji took out a mirror from his body and handed it to me: "Look at your face!"

When I looked in the mirror, I suddenly took a breath - there was an extra finger mark on my face.

That fingerprint was like pressing a pit into my skin, and the fingerprint was as big as my finger.

I looked at the clay sculpture on the shrine in shock, and then at my fingers stained with clay: "What kind of spell is this?"

Zang Tianji said in a deep voice: "This is not a spell. Li Po, if you believe me, just give me an hour. I need to calculate something."

I thought for a moment and said, "Forget it! I'll wait for you!"

Zang Tianji was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but Feng Ruoxing sent a message to me: "Do you believe in Zang Tianji?"
Chapter completed!