"How come these dark papers have traces of burning?" Li Mu glanced at Wang Fang and tried to choose a complete piece of dark paper from the pile of dark papers in his hand.

"Since I died in the hotel, the old man who brought you a kettle has been restless. He would burn paper at the door of the store every night, and I brought it from him." Wang Fang smiled mischievously.

Just now, the old man burned the dark paper at the entrance of the hotel.

Sudden.

The dark paper that had just burned in the fire actually floated up.

The picture is very cunning.

The dark paper burned to the dead actually flew up on its own and rushed to the second floor in a flash.

In fact, it was Wang Fang who ran upstairs with the dark paper.

But in the eyes of the old man who burned paper, the scene was extremely weird and cunning.

I was scared on the spot.

I'm really scared!

Li Mu placed the slightly complete piece of dark paper on the wooden table and slowly tore it with his hands.

It took about twenty minutes to barely tear out a small paper man.

The little paper man's look is not obvious, but the man and woman are a bit terrible anyway.

"What is this?" Wang Fang stared at the little paper man on the table, with a little confused expression.

"This is you." Li Mu continued to tear the edge of the little paper man, striving to make him look more like a person.

"Me?" Wang Fang was shocked.

Li Mu nodded and placed the tear-out little paper man flat on the table:

"You die in the hotel, and the ghosts are also formed in the hotel. If you want to leave here, you must have a replacement. Now I will use this small paper man cut from the dark paper to stay for you, and you can go with me."

This method of using dark paper to cut paper into paper instead of ghosts left in the condensation place was seen by Li Mu in his grandfather's notebook.

Li Mu has always had excellent academic performance, is smart and has a strong memory.

After reading his grandfather's notebook once, he basically kept the content in his mind.

"Yeah, that's really great." Wang Fang clapped excitedly from the side.

"Now I still need cinnabar and brushes. Is there any in this hotel?" Li Mu sorted out the hands and feet of the little paper man.

"It's true! I've been in hotels so frequently recently that the old man was so scared that he was overwhelmed. He bought a lot of things to seek good fortune and ward off evil spirits. I'll get it." Wang Fang walked out of the wall again.

actually,

When Wang Fang reminded Li Mu not to drink water, she wanted to pass through the wall and enter the room.

But at that time, she felt a strange and powerful force on Li Mu, so she did not dare to break in and could only stand outside the door and knock on the door.

This strange powerful force was invisibly emitted by the axe.

Soon, Wang Fang took a piece of cinnabar ink and a small brush and returned to the room.

"Your real name is Wang Fang, right?" Li Mu dipped some cinnabar ink with a brush and dyed the brush red.

"Yeah!" Wang Fang nodded.

"Tell me the time of your birth and death, the more detailed the better!" Li Mu held the brush and trembled slightly. After all, it was the first time to practice this method of taking away ghosts. He was more or less skillful, and he felt a little nervous.

"Wang Fang was born on December 13, 1995 and died on February 10, 2019..." Wang Fang answered in detail.

Based on her answer, Li Mu wrote her name, date of birth and date of death on the small paper man:
Chapter completed!