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

Chapter 319

Meng Tongfu was listening on the side, cutting paper with scissors in his hands. He lowered his head and didn't see the expressions of the two people, and he also echoed:

"I heard that the air at high altitudes is fresh."

Ni Yangzhou was just joking at first, but after hearing the response from the seemingly honest and sincere spiritual master, the young man became more serious:

"Master, please make it higher for Master Meng Ling."

Yan Congzhi raised his eyes to look at Meng Tongfu, who was cutting paper with his back to her, and then looked at Ni Yangzhou with his bright puppy eyes. He sighed imperceptibly and split another bamboo comb.

Meng Tongfu, who had been pretending not to care and not daring to make any requests, was so happy at seeing this that he could hardly control the smile on his face. He was not tall when he was alive, and his family was not well off at the time, so he did not grow tall even at the age when he should have been growing up. He never expected that after his death, there would still be a chance for him to grow taller.

Meng Tongfu pursed his teeth, which were about to show off to the world, put the scissors on the table, and found an excuse to avoid people and smile:

"Master Yan, I, I'll go get ready first."

I don’t know what to prepare, but the person is gone.

Looking at Ni Yangzhou's receding back and the master's smooth and flowing movements, I felt that even the paper figures made by the master looked very beautiful.

Setting up the scaffolding, shaping, and pasting, from the large frame to the delicate details like finger joints, the work was done very quickly. Ni Yangzhou originally thought it would take a whole day, but he didn't expect it to be completed in just two hours.

When I looked at the time, it was only noon.

And it was done very well, and it also met Master Meng Ling's wish. The overall body is ten centimeters taller than the one he is currently using.

Meng Tongfu's fair face was beaming with joy, and he called the two men back for dinner. Only then did the young man realize that he had actually gone to cook for himself.

This is food cooked by ghosts. You must try it.

The young man just stood up, and the mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly fell out and fell under the table used for cutting paper.

Yan Congzhi carried the finished paper figure into the house, and when he came out he saw Ni Yangzhou bending over with his butt sticking out, taking out something.

"Zhouzhou..."

Yan Congzhi originally wanted to go over and pull the man up, and then cover the half of his lower back that was exposed, but he had only taken two steps when the young man heard a shout, and he looked up with a "ang" sound.

The table was not high, and the back of his head hit the table with a "bang", and the scissors on the side of the table were opened and poked down.

"careful!"

It was the master's familiar lines again. Ni Yangzhou was startled and retreated subconsciously, but he did not feel the expected pain. Instead, he bumped into something backwards.

"...Zhouzhou."

It was still the master's voice. Ni Yangzhou had half of his body under the table, and there was someone blocking him from behind. He could only look back anxiously with half of his head tilted:

"Master?! It's okay, I'm not dead!"

"Ah."

A low voice came from the table, and the people behind moved aside. Ni Yangzhou suddenly smelled a hint of blood.

The young man hurriedly retreated, only to see a line of blood dripping on the ground. The master was closing a pair of open, bloody scissors.

"Master! Such a big cut! Wash it quickly!"

Ni Yangzhou's hand was in pain from what he saw, and he hurried to take the master to disinfect it. Yan Congzhi didn't care much about the long wound from the base of his thumb to his wrist. He looked at the table leaning against the edge of the terrace, paused for a few seconds, and suddenly walked over and kicked the table.

The table was leaning against the terrace fence, and the seemingly solid concrete fence collapsed with a loud bang along the second floor. Dust billowed up.

Ni Yangzhou's face turned pale. The pendulum clock in the living room struck the time, and the dull echo struck 12 times.

12 noon sharp.

The time of death has come early.

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Meng Tongfu at the dinner table also knew that the situation was not good. Although Taoist Yan still looked indifferent, he could still feel the low air pressure.

With the storm looming, Meng Tongfu reduced his presence. Even though he had changed into a new paper body, he did not want to show any excitement.

It’s fine here, but the young man is dying.

Ni Yangzhou was actually a little worried at the beginning, but after dying so many times, he finally got over it.

His appetite was still there, and he devoured the dishes prepared by Master Meng Ling.

Feeling Meng Tongfu's gaze, Ni Yangzhou looked over, only to see the other party smiling with an expression that seemed a little conflicted as if he wanted to comfort someone but didn't know where to start.

"Spiritual Master, stop frowning. Your new body has no wrinkles. Use it with care."

Meng Tongfu reluctantly agreed, and Ni Yangzhou turned his gaze to the master again: "Master, do you still want to eat this chicken leg?"

Yan Congzhi hadn't moved his chopsticks, and just shook his head:

"Then I'll eat it."

The young man picked it up with chopsticks and spat out the bone after a few crunchy bites.

Meng Tongfu looked at the other person and couldn't help but feel a little sad as they were both stranded in this world:

"Eat more, eat more, and wait until the time comes to die..."

Yan Congzhi's fingertips rested on the smooth table top, making only a very slight "click" sound.

Meng Tongfu suddenly shut up and stood up: "Damn... si...what do you want to eat, Xiao Ni? I'll make it for you tonight."

Ni Yangzhou swallowed the delicious rice in his mouth and responded heartlessly: "Except for celery, I like to eat everything. Just cook what you are good at!"

"Hey, good."

Meng Tongfu left, and Ni Yangzhou was full. If he didn't eat now, he would only be able to smell the food later.

Yan Congzhi looked at the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly the phone rang. It was Pan Wu calling:

"Old Ni?"

Ni Yangzhou wiped his mouth: "Yes, it's me, what's wrong?"

The voice on the other end was angry but also a little excited:

"The Taoist priest who harassed our family before has been found! He is in City A. Is there any way to punish him? He almost killed my whole family last time!"

Ni Yangzhou turned on the speaker on his phone:

"Teacher Yan, can you help? My father is ready to bring people over to stop us. I think it's dangerous. Can I ask Teacher Yan for help first? We can even discuss the support!"

Yan Congzhi was already feeling anxious because the dangerous time period had been brought forward, and when he heard this, he wanted to ignore it, but Ni Yangzhou looked at him with his round eyes and nodded gently, like a lively little otter.

The man finally nodded.

"Okay, Lao Pan, Teacher Yan has agreed. We'll go over there in a bit. Keep an eye on the people!"

Pan Wu on the other side didn't expect it to be so smooth. There was no time to even ask for opinions and he quickly agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Pan Wu continued to watch with a telescope in the black car. He saw Yu Yangde, the man with a mustache, having dinner with someone. The two were very close to each other and it was unknown what they were discussing.

The sky is gloomy, and this autumn is about to usher in the first rain of the year.