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While holding the talisman paper in her hand, Lin Qingyin pushed open the door to the east room. This was the room of the old man before his death. The furniture inside was exactly like the others. Except that, there was a picture of the old man on the table. There were also fresh flowers, fruits, and tributes placed in front.

Lin Qingyin looked around the room and said: “After your father died, your two younger brothers often came to this room, right?”

Shang Jinghua nodded his head: “They often come to worship, I can’t stop them from doing their filial piety.”

Lin Qingyin looked at Shang Jinghua and said: “The thing wrapped in red cloth that we found in the garden and the talisman paper under the chair is not the most important thing. The most deadly thing is in this room.”

Shang Jinghua looked around the room. He was no stranger to this room. He accompanied the old man in this room for a month. They even slept together at night, but he could not see any changes in this room.

“Is there another talisman posted somewhere?” Shang Jinghua said, then squatted down and took a look under the bed. The next moment, he shuddered in fright. His hair stood up. He stumbled when he took two steps and fell to the floor: “There seems to be a person lying under the bed.”

The wooden bed of the old man was very old-fashioned. The bedboard was about forty centimeters high on the floor. Usually, the sheets hanging down block it. If people wouldn’t squat down, people can’t see anything inside.

Lin Qingyin reached out and took the crutches standing at the head of the bed. Then crouched under the bed and hooked out the “person” underneath. Only then did Shang Jinghua see clearly that it was actually a paper man wearing a suit. The lack of light under the bed made it look like a real person at first glance.

The paper man’s facial features were finely crafted. It resembled Shang Jinghua. Lin Qingyin picked up the clothes with a cane. Inside, Shang Jinghua’s eight characters were written with cinnabar. The eight characters were pasted with talisman paper, depicting various terrifying spells.

Shang Jinghua’s face was very ugly. His two younger brothers came back to worship the old man for more than a week now. The room had to be cleaned twice a day. He doesn’t believe that the two nannies couldn’t see such a big paperman under the bed.

Shang Jinghua saw Lin Qingyin lift up the talisman paper. All kinds of messy writings were drawn on the paperman. His scalp felt numb.

“Little Master, what should I do with this? Throw it in the brazier and burn it directly?”

Lin Qingyin glanced at him and said: “Have you seen the spell around this eight-character? This is a possessing spell. With this spell, this paperman is like you. Whatever treatment it suffers it will happen to you. It will reflect in your body. It’s just that, this paperman has only been lying here for 10 days now, the effect will not be so strong. If this stays here for 49 days, your brothers will take this paper man away and will exactly do that. He will burn you to death.”

Shang Jinghua asked with an ugly face: “Little Master, why does this have to stay here for 49 days?”