After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 324

Ni Yangzhou sat on the bed with his legs crossed. Yan Congzhi worked non-stop and the paper figure gradually took shape.

After Meng Tongfu finished speaking, seeing that there was nothing to do, he went back to his room first. Only Pan Wu, with a serious expression pretending to be calm, was left sitting on a thin wooden chair, quietly thinking about life.

"Master Meng Ling is a ghost."

Pan Wu murmured. He should still feel shocked and scared now, but after this period of baptism, he seemed to have strangely accepted it.

"Old Pan, you've repeated it four times."

Ni Yangzhou put his phone back in his pocket and said, "How about asking Master Meng Ling to come over and perform an Out-of-Body Movement for you?"

"No, no no no, no thanks."

Pan Wu scratched his head and hesitated: "Can you really leave your body on the spot? Then... I've seen those TV dramas where they can pull the head off and hold it in their hands..."

The young man laughed and said, "That won't work. Master Meng Ling's body is made of paper. If you tear it off, you have to paste it back together. How can it be so easy?"

Pan Wu uttered "oh" twice, and turned his gaze to the paper figurine frame in front of Yan Congzhi: "Then what is this..."

The paper figurine already had an outline, and the young man laughed: "It's better to be prepared, it's better to be prepared."

Ni Yangzhou stood up and let Pan Wu go out: "Old Pan, you should go back quickly. We don't know what will happen tomorrow. Go to bed early."

Pan Wu agreed, but he was still worried: "If the Qunxing Group is really doing some kind of magic, can we withstand it? Should we call the police?"

Ni Yangzhou nodded: "If you want, you can put pressure on the police, but it may also make them hesitate and put the original plan on hold. I think maybe we can wait and see what they are going to do first."

Pan Wu thought it made sense, nodded and walked out the door: "But Old Ni, if Master Meng Ling is a ghost, then the others, the people we meet in our daily lives, could they also be ghosts?"

Ni Yangzhou shook his head: "To be able to use a paper man as a body, you need the support of the other person's spiritual power. It's not that common. Just go to sleep without worry."

"But I still feel a little..."

Pan Wu thought of a good idea: "Old Ni, can I live in the same room with you?"

"You look like a person with a lot of yang energy. I feel like I'll definitely be safe with you."

Ni Yangzhou thought to himself, you must have seen it wrong. For someone like me who died suddenly at some unknown time, if there is any breath, it must be the breath of death.

Before he could say anything, the man sitting behind him said, "No."

Ni Yangzhou raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Yes, and there is no place for you. The bed is only this big."

Pan Wu hadn't realized why he was rejected by Teacher Yan yet, so he just whispered, "Can we squeeze in? Or I can sleep on the floor."

The sound of paper cutting behind him stopped, and Yan Congzhi repeated it in a low voice.

"No."

Pan Wu was stunned, feeling as if he had to disturb the couple's unfortunate child.

Ni Yangzhou closed the door a little: "It's right next door, I can hear any movement."

Pan Wu looked back from over the young man's shoulder, only to see Teacher Yan, who had been concentrating on working, looking straight at him with unhappy eyes.

Pan Wu was a little confused, but he followed the advice and went back to his room.

Ni Yangzhou closed the door and turned to look at the man who was sitting on the ground and working again.

Yan Congzhi and the young man looked at each other for only a second before he looked down, as if he had done something wrong.

Ni Yangzhou said nothing, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief and returned to bed.

Time passed with the rustling sound of paper cutting. Yan Congzhi never raised his head again, but kept paying attention to the young man sitting cross-legged on the bed.

At this time, Ni Yangzhou was bored watching his master making paper figures, and he poked the system in his heart.

"Third brother, this doesn't feel good."

103 felt that this sounded familiar, and every time the host said this, it seemed that something bad would really happen.

Ni Yangzhou held his chin with one hand: "My life went on peacefully before. Finding clues was like a daily task. There was no major progress. Even now, my speculation is based on my feelings and there is no evidence at all."

"But from today on, many things suddenly came together, and the rocks that had been submerged in the water seemed to be emerging from the water."

Ni Yangzhou was puzzled: "I helped my roommate and brought out Ni Fangqun. In order to ensure that someone could keep my soul after I died, I found Meng Tongfu, and Meng Tongfu knew Meng Kelang and Yu Yangde."

"The intersection of these people's relationships..."

"at me?"

“Am I the protagonist of this story?”

Ni Yangzhou was very hesitant as he thought about the series of thrilling and fatal calls from the King of Hell that he had encountered in the past few days.

"Maybe next time I'll try not to dodge. Maybe it was all a feint, and I'm actually the male lead who can't die?"

103 had been listening silently the whole time, rarely offering suggestions, but now seeing that the host was getting more and more excited, he couldn't help but say something.

"Host, in your first world mission, from a certain perspective, you are also the male lead."

Ni Yangzhou was deflated all of a sudden.

Yes, in the first world, in addition to Meng Ting who solved the problem, I, the victim who "died young", could barely become the protagonist.

Who said the protagonist won’t die?

I died a miserable death.