Chapter 6: Ghost Pushing the Door 　　"I am, I am!" 　　Meng Fan looked embarrassed and hastily nodded, seeing that there was nothing else, he said goodbye to Granny Zhang, "Granny I'll go home first, don't forget about the spell." 　　"Go." Granny Zhang waved her hand and once again sat down on the ground with her knees crossed, picking up the bamboo strips and tying up the paper figures, "Bring more money next time." 　　Meng Fan smiled bitterly, hoping that there wouldn't be a next time, picked up the bought paper figures, pushed open the door and left. 　　When the door opened, a ray of sunlight shone on the ground above the glutinous rice, the light displaced, suddenly "hiss" sound, those changed color glutinous rice actually burned up, instantly burned into flying ash, turned into a bit of dust, floating in the light. 　　"Good magic ……" 　　Witnessing this scene, Meng Fan secretly sighed in amazement, but also to the Zhang granny admiration even more, really high people na. 　　After Meng Fan left, Zhang Brazi's face was grave, gently caressing the paper man in her hand, muttering to herself, "Today, seeing the obscene qi on this kid, the calamity of Meng's family home is almost upon us." 　　After zipping around for a while longer, Granny Zhang's eyes flickered and her face was vaguely odd: "This child called Meng Fan has some spirituality, just don't know if it meets the Immortal Master's requirements……. Take a look at it again, just don't die in the next few days." 　　At this time, Meng Fan was walking home, holding a large paper man in his arms, his behavior was slightly exaggerated, and after leaving the house of Zhang's mother-in-law, he hid all the way, afraid of being seen. 　　After arriving home, Meng Fan hid the paper man in his room, and with great difficulty waited until it was dark, and after his parents ate dinner, he pretended to study, grabbed a medical book, hurried back inside, unlocked the door plug, pulled out the paper man, dressed it in his own clothes, and placed it on the bed. 　　A living person. 　　A paper man. 　　Look at each other speechless. 　　A time the atmosphere is a little strange. 　　"It's already dark …… I'm afraid that trouble is coming ……" 　　Meng Fan stared at the paper man's face for a moment, smiled helplessly, took out the pre-prepared night pot, drained some urine according to what Granny Zhang had said, carefully dipped it in ink, and used the brush to draw the paper man's eyeballs. 　　In his heart, he couldn't figure out what was so powerful about it. 　　Is it hard to believe that the child's has been blessed with divine power? 　　"My urine is definitely still a child's urine, usually it is extremely rare to use my hands to get it by myself, uh …… if I've done it by hand, it won't affect the effect, right?" 　　"All in all, it must work ah, that …… creek is still a child's body …… also makes sense." 　　Meng Fan muttered in his heart as he finished his elaborate preparations, and when he looked at the face of the paper man with eyes again, he was suddenly in a bit of a trance, and felt that the paper man was also staring at him with eyes that looked at him, as if he had a spiritual nature. 　　This gave Meng Fan the feeling that what was lying on the bed at the moment was not the paper man, but himself, as if a wisp of soul had been separated and attached to the body of the paper man, indescribably subtle. 　　"The painting is still not good, the circles under the eyes are painted a little big, a little like Avril's smoky makeup." 　　After doing all this, he looked at the sky through the window, catching a glimpse of a sinusoidal moon, the cool jade-like moonlight spilling onto the window pane. 　　Seeing that it was almost time, Meng Fan spread a mat under the bed and carefully lay down on it. 　　If he can live until dawn, that proves that things are done, if he can t live …… he even wrote a suicide note, writing the causes and consequences to his parents, as well as expressing the guilt of not being able to give the two old men a final send off. 　　What's more, it is a special explanation: if you find him dead, then you must must move away from Mengjiazhuang immediately and don't come back! 　　The inscription is written: unfilial son Meng Fan, kneeling to submit. 　　Getting sentimental. 　　In the early hours of the morning, the moonlight was bright, insects flying, but suddenly I do not know where a black cloud, floating all the way, while bringing up a thick fog, in the moonlight through, like a demon out of the hole like, set off a whirring cloudy wind, the temperature also dropped, leaves in the branches shivering, give a person a kind of late autumn feeling, some chilly. 　　This black cloud just drifted, straight toward Meng Fan's house, the target is clear like. 　　A wild rabbit that came out to forage for food while the night was still young, looked up at the night sky, and with a look of horror in its eyes, instantly fled without a trace. 　　The dogs in the village were originally barking at each other, but they suddenly stopped, lying in their kennels, shivering, and became incredibly quiet. 　　The entire village became a dead silence, shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere, the branches of the trees shook, under the interlacing, such as ghosts claws, like ghostly shadows, pieces of leaves falling, a frightening scene. 　　Meng Fan lying under the bed, is also shivering, only feel gusts of cloudy wind from the surrounding, wrapped him, out of thin air born a kind of lying in the snow, nostrils straight drill cool air, can not help but want to crawl out from under the bed, drilled into the quilt to warm up a warm. 　　And that piece of black cloud soon arrived, slowly fell to the door, under the contraction, coalesced into a six foot tall ghost shadow, all four limbs, eyes emitted a red aura, stretching out the black gas winding ghost hand, pushed toward the firewood door …… 　　"Squeak!" 　　"Ta-da!" 　　Meng Fan hid under the bed, suddenly heard the sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, and vaguely heard the sound of someone walking, at first it was not really audible, and then it gradually became clearer, as if someone really pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the courtyard, looking for something. 　　The air is filled with a cold, rotten flavor, bizarre to the extreme! 　　"Is this entering a ghost …… or a thief?" 　　Meng Fan's sweaty hairs stood on end, his lips opened and closed, his teeth couldn't help themselves as they banged up and down, making cackling noises, his fists clenched to death, several times wanting to jump up from the bottom of the bed, manipulate the guy, and go to meet the indefinable things outside! 　　But he held back, pinched his leg hard with his hand, told himself he must be calm and calm again, make it through the night and the world would be peaceful. 　　"Come yo, come yo ……" 　　A voice sounded indistinctly, bizarrely inaudible male and female, with an endless eerie meaning, penetrating the window pane, filling the house, drilling into Meng Fan's ears, causing Meng Fan to hit a jolt, as if he was in a deep sleep and almost fell out of bed kind of look. 　　"Come you spicy next door! If you're capable of coming in, let's see if I don't bite you to death!" 　　Meng Fan gritted his teeth and silently cursed, but in his heart, he hoped that this ghost thing would never find himself, and it would be best if the paper man would not be of any use, and it would be best if he left on his own. 　　"Squeak!" 　　However, what is feared comes to pass! 　　While Meng Fan was gritting his teeth and cursing, the ghostly figure unexpectedly pulled open the window, the latch on the window was in vain and didn't play the slightest role. 　　"It opened the window and is coming in?" 　　Meng Fan was startled, squinted and looked outside the bed, the ground was unexpectedly covered with a layer of white frost, the moonlight shone through the haze and through the window, reflecting a ghostly shadow on the frost covered ground. 　　The ghostly shadow stood and made a beckoning gesture, and the eerie and horrible voice sounded again, "Soul come yo, soul come yo ……" 　　"This …… is the legendary calling of the soul, right?" 　　Meng Fan's forehead oozed white hair sweat, and even slowly also formed a thin white frost, under the call of that voice, his eyes slowly became confused, and his body even involuntarily crawled outward, and his consciousness did not have the slightest resistance, and instantly collapsed. 　　"Follow me ……" 　　"Follow me ……" 　　The voice continued to summon, penetrating the walls, in the pores, between the heart, in the soul …… 　　Strangely enough, the voice seemed to be heard only by Meng Fan, while his parents were deeply asleep, oblivious to all of this. 　　"Coming …… wait for me ah ……" 　　Meng Fan's pupils spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was suddenly in a daze, his body had already made a move, but his soul's reaction was even stronger, responding to the call of the voice, seeming to float out of his body and toward the dark shadow outside the window. 　　People have three souls and seven spirits, and when they are dying, the seven spirits disperse first, and then, the three spirits leave again! 　　Meng Fan's symptoms at this moment were clearly that his three souls and seven spirits were unstable, and at any moment, his soul would be scattered! 　　"Ka-ching, ka-ching!" 　　Just in the nick of time, the paper man on the bed suddenly made a strange sound, and even slowly sat up from the bed, the blood spot on his brow emanating a red halo, and his two eyes blossoming with a stern light, slowly twisting his head around, and, just like that without any warning, looking out of the window …… 　　Click sound, Meng Fan's body such as a lightning strike, a violent shock, consciousness abruptly awake, terror but all of a sudden spread all over the body, ten thousand fear, paralyzed at the bottom of the bed, clothes have been soaked in sweat, hair strands pasted on the forehead, face pale, lips purple, almost with the road. 　　"The paper …… paper man is alive!" 　　Meng Fan's mouth shivered, his heart set off monstrous waves, all of this is beyond his cognition, he clearly felt the paper man's movements on the bed, his eyes stared like bronze bells, shocked, but soon, his heart was inexplicably solid – 　　It's best if the paper person has a reaction, fear is afraid that the paper person has no reaction!