Yin-Yang Master, Paper Making Craftsman, Thread Making Master, Corpse Catcher.
It was one of the major occupations that had been passed down since ancient times. There were countless occupations like this since ancient times, and most of them were related to folk taboos.
One of them was called the Barber.
This profession was not simple. Not only did they shave the heads of living people, but they also shaved the heads of ghosts.
At midnight, it would open on time.
The history of the paper-binding craftsmen dated back to thousands of years ago.
There was a rumor that a skilled papermaker could make paper figurines come alive.
It was like a real person.
The paper would wake up.
Of course, this was only a rumor and not true.
It was unknown whether there was really a paper man in the world that could make paper men alive.
Puchi!
Under the black fog.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Under the pattering of the drizzle, the paper bundle that was thrown on the ground stood up unsteadily.
It was like a crow.
He flapped his wings and flew into the black fog ahead.
However, the body of the paper seemed to be shaking a little.
It was as if it would fall at any moment.
He would fail at any moment.
A moving paper doll.
There were actually some rumors about the paper man.
The reason why the paper dolls could move was that each paper doll contained a soul.
It was the powerful Paper Making Craftsman who imprisoned a person's soul in the body of the Paper Making Man and revived it.
Each paper figurine represented a soul.
The flying speed was not very fast.
The paper man came to the archeological site and the surrounding villages.
It seemed like he was scouting the terrain.
When the paper doll wanted to land from the sky, it was too late.
When they headed to the archaeological site, a black fog approached the paper figurine.
It was as if it wanted to wrap around the paper doll.
Puchi.
A spark suddenly erupted.
The paper figurine was burning.
It was a black flame.
In an instant, the entire paper doll was burned to ashes.
At the construction site below.
It was a mess.
Crazy, everyone was crazy.
It was a crazy massacre.
It was as if he had gone crazy.
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Deep in the mountains and forests.
The police siren sounded.
A large batch of armed yamen officers arrived at this area.
Arriving at the archeological site, he wanted to capture a large batch of lunatics.
But Madman was very difficult to deal with.
They looked like a group of people with rabies.
Its body was extremely hard.
It was very difficult to capture him alive.
Under the orders of his superior.
All the officers could only open fire.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Countless bullets rained down like a hail of bullets.
It exploded on the bodies of the lunatics.
They were shocked to find out.
Madman could dodge most of the bullets.
Its body could even defend against bullets.
"Use fire. They had been infected by some kind of underground virus, which caused them to be like this.”
"There are many infected people, so we can only use less fire.”
"The four experts of our archeological team have already been eaten by them.”
The one who spoke was Zhao Gao.
One of his hands was eaten by Madman.
The flesh on his thigh was also eaten up.
It was like a mutilated corpse.
Even under such circumstances, he still thought that it was just a virus outbreak.
He did not realize that there was really something wrong with the tomb ahead.
The moment the tomb was broken, it was the moment of hell.
It was too late to stop now.
Puchi.
A lunatic suddenly rushed forward.
It was as if he wanted to eat Specialist Zhao Gao.
The expert was so scared that he rolled and crawled.
He turned around and ran.
He fell to the ground.
However, his head hit a rock.
No one knew if he was dead or alive.
Behind them, more zombie-like madmen swarmed over.
More and more black gas emerged from the crack in the rammed earth layer that had been blasted open by the explosion.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a tentacle stretching out from the ground.
It struggled and wanted to rush to the ground.
However, no one could see this scene.
The moment of purgatory on earth was unfolding.
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On the street more than 20 kilometers away from the archaeological site.
A car passed by.
There was a puff of black smoke.
It was attached to the car.
As the car drove forward, it headed towards Shanhai City.
His speed was getting faster and faster.
The black smoke seemed to have consciousness.
It turned into a ball and attached itself to the roof of the car.
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Jianghai City.
At a street corner.
It was a young child who was only four or five years old.
He was kicking a ball in the drizzle.
Bang!
Bang!
He kicked the ball to the wall, bounced it back, and continued to kick it back.
The child was dressed in black. The rain was not heavy, but he was not in a hurry to go home.
It was as if the ball was the greatest pleasure.
Chi!
A woman in her thirties was riding a bicycle as she passed by the corner of the street.
He suddenly braked his bicycle and looked at the little boy who was kicking the ball. His heart ached.
Which family's child would not go home at night on a rainy day and play football here?
The woman was an urban white-collar worker.
She had only returned home after working overtime.
He parked his bicycle and walked up to her, asking gently,""Little friend, where do you live?”
"Why are you still playing here on a rainy day? Sister, can I send you home?"
Who wouldn't feel heartache for a four or five-year-old child?
Why didn't he go home on a rainy day?
But suddenly, the woman's voice stopped.
As if she had encountered some terrifying horror, her eyes widened and she screamed.
She stared at the little boy in front of her.
No.
It was the ball under the little boy's feet.
It was a human head!
"Auntie, I'm hungry."
The little boy cried out, but his eyes revealed a few traces of blood.
It was as if he had seen food.
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