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Su Huaijin looked a little hesitant:

"I feel like there's something wrong with that incense burner, but I can't really explain it. It's just a feeling."

Jin Lanjue followed her gaze and looked under the big locust tree. Under the dim and gloomy shadow of the tree, the incense burner full of incense ash was placed so quietly on the ground.

"Hmm..."

She pinched her chin to recall, tilted her head and asked Su Huaijin.

"Having said that, I remembered that when the group of children's shadows were circling around the big locust tree just now, they seemed to have surrounded the incense burner."

Su Huaijin looked reminiscing.

【Is there any?】

【The incense burner is still two or three steps away from the tree, right?The small circle of ghosts just now didn’t seem that big]

【No impression left...】

Zhou Yu’s cry interrupted Jin Lanjue’s thinking:

"Come and see these!"

Several people gathered in front of the storage compartment under the stairs of the house and saw Zhou Yu dragging out a shabby box.

It is filled with small dolls made of paper, the size of a palm, and the paper surface is yellowed.

The facial features and clothes were painted with watercolors and have faded.

Only the baby's black bean-like eyes, the bright red mouth, and the two bright red cheeks still retain the eye-catching color.

Jin Lanjue lowered his eyes to meet the black bean eyes of a female doll, and the hairs on his arms instantly stood up.

Zhou Yu hissed and clicked his tongue:

"They are all rag dolls, Barbie dolls. It's the first time I see a paper doll. It's so weird."

Xie Ci glanced at the thick dust on the ground in the utility room. There was only a drag mark left by Zhou Yu when he pulled out the box.

He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something that he couldn't figure out.

“Don’t touch anything in this room casually.”

As he said that, he looked specifically at the box containing the paper dolls at his feet.

Zhou Yu scratched his head and said "oh" a little embarrassed.

Not far away, Wu Yian, who was unconscious, groaned in pain and slowly woke up.

Zhou Yu quickly ran away, walked over and asked:

"What's going on with you? You suddenly rushed into those little guys, and you couldn't even hold them back!"

Wu Yian looked confused, as if he couldn't understand what was going on.

Hearing Zhou Yu ask this, he said in a daze:

"I seem to hear them singing, and I don't know why I want to get closer to listen, otherwise I can't hear clearly..."

Zhou Yu’s eyes widened:

"Singing? What kind of song makes you so addicted to singing that you almost got into trouble with a bunch of brats!"

Wu Yi'an recalled in a daze, and subconsciously hummed two lines: Page (1/3)