Magic of Paper Effigies-A Tale to Surivive Demons

I burned ten thousand paper figures as an offering for myself after my reincarnation.

My elder brother scolded me for being a jinx, and my mother called me crazy.

In my previous life, Judgment Day, which was brought by dooming demons, arrived without a shred of warning.

My family specializes in making funeral paper figures, but one day I accidentally burned my paper soldiers.

For God knows why, the paper soldiers sprang to life and became real warriors, saving me from demons more than once.

With the help of the paper figures, I also saved my brother's girlfriend and mother from a super vicious demon.

But as soon as they were rescued, they turned tails and fled, snatching away the paper figures they used to despise.

My mother ran with her precious son, leaving me behind to be slowly tortured by the berserk demon.

My bones were crushed. My sanity slipped away during the torture.

Fortunately, the demon got tired of this torture game and spared my life.

Just at this moment, my sister-in-law and brother doubled back.

I thought they came to save me, but my brother took out a knife and cut my artery without hesitation.

It turned out that they learned about a special remedy: as long as they drained the blood of a blood relative, they could exchange for a talisman and survive in this doomsday afflicted by demons.

"No! I can still make paper figures. I can protect you..."

"Don't kill me, please..."

"Brother, mom... Mom, help me..."

I prayed for more than half an hour. But it was no good.

My blood streamed out until the last drop was out of my body.

By no means could I forget that knife-wielding couple,

Nor could I forget my mother's face, who stood by and watched the whole process, allowing them to harm me.

By reincarnation, I returned to six days before the Judgment Day.

Only I knew the shocking secret of the paper figures.

This time, I would make them all pay the price.

"Aren't you into these underworld shits? Just go to hell!"

My brother pushed me to the ground.

He kicked the hot copper basin over me.

I got burned, with blisters all over me.

My mother stood by and watched coldly. Just like in the previous life, she didn't even protest vocally.

"If it weren't for your share of the government's compensation for the upcoming house demolition, who would keep you, a wretched child?" roared my brother.

My brother's household registration had long been moved to the city. I was the only one in the family with a rural household registration.

The compensation for the demolition of rural houses was divided according to the household registration, which means that only I had the quota for compensation.

It seems that my brother not only occupied the old house left by Grandma, but also wanted to snatch all the compensation for demolition.

I stared at my brother tightly, calculating the next step of my plan.

"Bitch, what are you looking at?"

After yelling at me, my brother still felt like venting.

Looking left and right, he grabbed my paper figures and threw them into...