"Mr. Sanbu, it's eight o'clock."
Su Ziyue said softly.
Jiang Wuji opened his eyes. He held the special brush for Painting Soul in his right hand and dipped it into the box.
"You guys stay away. I want to bless the paper figurine.”
Jiang Wuji turned around and saw that Su Ziyue and the others, including Ninth Uncle, were standing far away from the mahogany bed.
"Mr. Sanbu, what is the Eye-Finishing Blessing?”
Su Ziyue and Jiang Wuji had met twice. She felt that this person of the same age was easy to get along with. This feeling was very mysterious.
She seemed to have an idea in her heart to get closer to Mr. Sanbu.
"The last step of the paper doll has the meaning of adding the finishing touch.”
Jiang Wuji couldn't be bothered to answer the Su family's questions, but Su Ziyue's answer was different.
"The material I used to make the finishing touch and bless the paper figurine is made of rooster blood mixed with cinnabar.”
Jiang Wuji was explaining to Su Ziyue and the audience in the live broadcast room.
"Paper people are evil objects, and the eyes must be drawn in the middle.
If the painting was slanted, it would reveal evil spirits. When it provoked unclean things, not only would it implicate the owner of the paper figurine, but it would even implicate his descendants.”
As Jiang Wuji spoke, the brush in his hand was completed in one go.
"Quiet!"
Jiang Wuji put down his brush and took a few steps back, away from the mahogany bed.
The room was silent. The 1.6 million viewers in Jiang Wuji's live stream were staring at the paper man lying on the bed with their eyes wide open.
A few seconds seemed like a century. Suddenly, Su Ziyue and the Su family saw the paper figurine move.
"F * ck!"
"F * ck!"
"I was scared to death. Paper figurines…him... It moved."
"Fortunately, I was blind. I really didn't see the paper doll move.”
"I'm destined to lose sleep tonight."
"I'll definitely have nightmares."
The paper man moved, and the live broadcast room was flooded with bullet comments. The audience used the bullet comments to vent their nervousness and fear.
"Mr. Sanbu is accumulating Yin virtue. He helped Su Ziyue's grandfather, Su Zhantian, recover his soul seven times.”
Old Ghost explained to the audience that the first seven souls could be believed or not. If it wasn't for Mr. Sanbu's help, Su Zhantian might not have been able to return to his soul.
Without any warning, the screen in the live broadcast room disappeared.
Because the paper doll lying on the bed sat up.
" The first seven souls!!!"
AnShiZhiRenposted a bullet comment, followed by countless bullet comments.
"Grandpa!"
"Dad!"
"Grandpa!"
"Brother Su Zhantian!"
Su Ziyue, Ninth Uncle and the rest tried to step forward but were all stopped by Jiang Wuji.
"Silence!"
Jiang Wuji raised his eyebrows. Su Ziyue and the others instantly felt a colorless and odorless pressure.
"Su Zhantian, today is your seventh day. To make a long story short, you are now in the body of the paper doll.”
Jiang Wuji made an inviting gesture and said,"Your family has prepared dinner. Please come to the table and let your family accompany you to the last dinner of your life.”
Su Zhantian got off the bed and bowed deeply to Jiang Wuji,""Thank you so much!"
Jiang Wuji nodded and retreated. The others also retreated. Su Zhantian's soul returned to the body of the paper figurine. He walked to the dining table and sat down step by step like a living person.
Unlike a living person, his eyes were red. If one looked from the back, one would not be able to tell the difference.
"Zi Yue, quickly sit down. Grandfather is most worried about you.”
The Su family was flourishing, and Su Zhantian only called out to Su Ziyue.
It wasn't hard to see that when he was alive, he loved his granddaughter Su Ziyue the most.
"Grandpa!"
Su Ziyue sobbed, two streams of tears streaked across her fair cheeks, leaving behind two trails of tears.
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