I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

In the dusk, in Yizhuang on the outskirts of the city, yellow and white paper money were flying all over the sky. When Su Wu was leaving, Jin Ling asked him to come here.

The dilapidated doors everywhere were filled with red coffins. A piece of red paper blew out from the hallway. He walked into a dark house without knowing it. A little bit of deep golden light passed through the hole in the paper window and cast into the shaking room. On the white curtain, a life-threatening ghost opened its eyes and surrounded Su Wu.

He looked around at a fluttering red shadow behind the deep tent, walked around for a few steps, pushed open the creaking broken door, and saw a woman in red, tracing her eyebrows against the golden flower rhombus mirror, her neck and slender hands They all seemed to have been covered with a layer of white powder, and were as thin as a paper-made person.

The woman saw him in the mirror and was so frightened that she dropped the mirror in her hand.

She lightly hid behind a coffin and sobbed silently: "Please don't take me back."

Su Wu smelled the musty smell of burning fragrant wax. She covered her nose uncomfortably and walked to the woman's side. When she saw the thin figure falling behind the coffin, the tension in her heart dissipated a lot.

"Girl, I'm here to find someone, you don't have to be afraid."

The woman raised her head faintly, her face was extremely pale, her eye circles and lips were outlined with bright carmine, and her eyes were as dark as death as she held the coffin, "This contains my best sister, she dances the best in the building, As long as whoever pays for it, she will dance a song whether she likes it or not, meet all the guests' requests, and she must smile even if she is scarred, so she died."

She looked at Su Wu with tears in her eyes, with a sad expression and a hint of secret hatred: "I took her body and fled to Yizhuang. If the person who killed her appears in front of me now, I will definitely let him go." To endure the same pain, for people like us, death is life to end suffering.”

Her tears were stained with rouge and turned blood red, and the color of her lips was extremely light, miserable and eerie. Even if she stood there motionless, Su Wu felt like a shadow of blood slowly drifting towards him, on her white arms. The entangled golden bell interfered with his sanity, as if he was pushed into the Nine Nether Purgatory by a pair of invisible ghost hands. He was roasted by the blue-black flames, burning his body and reaching his soul. He collapsed and struggled. , the flames in his eyes turned red, and in the snowy field of fiery trees and silver flowers, the tattered dress of a girl was burned and changed beyond recognition. He squeezed away the laughing and noisy crowd, grabbed the burning corner of the woman's clothes, but it was His own, half of the girl in the flames, shrank in size, and the red skirt turned into a brand new red cloak.

She turned around, and Su Wu saw the scarlet phoenix eyes in the charcoal ashes. She was horrified and woke up from the pain. She was covered in cold sweat, surrounded by flames, and she was also in the coffin just now, half of her body was covered with blood. Among the paper money and sparks, you can even smell the smell of burning flesh and blood.

He was in violent pain and wanted to jump, but there were burning paper coffins everywhere, and the roof above his head was burned off and collapsed, blocking his way outside.

He rolled out of the coffin in despair. In a short while, he would be burned into a barbecue.

He sealed his heart with spiritual energy, rubbed his eyes, and looked far into the distance. This was the place where the Yin gathered. He found that a red paper figure beside him had not been eroded by the fire. He realized that it was just an illusion.

He turned over the fan with the white side facing up to resist the wisp of evil energy rushing toward him.

After knocking off the bronze mirror behind him, the paper figures seemed to be resurrected. They all rolled their eyes, smiled sharply and evilly, and floated towards him with flames.