Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi took a deep breath, pressed his right hand on the ground, and slowly propped up his body. He did not feel the pain of falling off the horse, but the pain came from the wound that was coated with medicine. The inner world was peeling off the existence of the surface world. Realizing this, Song Yi was really panicked. The first thing he did when he got up was to lift up his dirty hands covered with mud, touched his clothes twice, pressed the wound, and grimaced again.

But after confirming that his clothes were still there, he didn't relax, but instead cried out in pain, and then said, "Come out."

He tried to make the discovery of the enemy in advance sound like the prelude to surrender.

There was silence for a few seconds. The thing that pulled him here did not respond. It just so happened that he had no patience. He swung the longbow with his other hand. Without a bow and arrow, and without thinking about making things difficult for himself, he took a step forward, took a running start, stepped on the tree trunk with his right foot, and at the same time as his toes pushed down, his body leaped upwards and smashed the bow in his hand down.

There was a metallic collision sound.

The bow collided with the short stick, and the people on the branch retreated with him and fell to both sides. He lowered his body and half-crouched to relieve the impact, but in a flash, his legs and feet immediately exerted force and pounced on the opponent, swinging the longbow towards the man's head.

The opponent immediately jumped back, avoiding the longbow, and kicked him in the jaw.

He arched his back and pressed his right hand above the opponent's knee. Using the upward force, he lifted his feet off the ground and bent his knees slightly. He not only jumped up, but also pounced on the opponent again while exerting force on his hands.

This time the distance was too close, and the opponent did not have enough time to react. He raised his hand hastily and pressed the stick against Song Yi's neck, but failed to block the longbow.

Song Yi threw it high, controlling the distance and letting the longbow fall at close range. He reacted quickly, passing his hand past the opponent's neck, and when he reached behind, he caught the bow, allowing the bowstring to stay in front of the man's neck, the thin string reflecting a faint light.

Everything returned to silence again.

This time was different from before. Both of them stopped threatening each other, staring at each other, and could see each other's appearance clearly.

Song Yi didn’t know whether the other party was surprised or not. He was shocked for a moment, then he reminded himself “Don’t be fooled” before he calmed down and continued to stay calm.

As a former legal citizen, during the dispute, he realized that the other party was not very old, and he did hesitate for a moment. After all, he was the body of an adult man, and he opened his eyes and fought fiercely with the "twin brothers". Those things were not only adult men, but some were also abnormal. His sense of guilt was light. At this time, the person in front of him was the body of a teenager, more frail and shorter, two sizes smaller than himself.

But being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. Song Yi warned himself in his heart, and used a little force to adjust the angle of the bowstring so that the string would be closer to the opponent's skin.

"Sure enough," the man said, moving the stick away, sighing and saying, "I hate fighting P-type life forms."

Song Yi was not a polite child. He did not reciprocate and took back the longbow. Instead, he pressed his hand down a little, letting the bowstring stick close to the other person's neck. The threat was obvious, but the other person could not even put down his legs, and continued to stand on one leg... After all, Song Yi was still stepping on this person's leg. If he fell, there was no guarantee that the bowstring would not sink into his skin.

After all, Song Yi looks like he would do this!

"Hello, I'm Yulin." The man said, letting go of the stick and spreading his hands to show that he was not a threat.

Song Yi didn't answer the greeting, but muttered, "Fortunately, fortunately, it is indeed the script of the fighting game."

This was a confusing statement and Yulin didn't understand it. He didn't ask him any further questions and he didn't want to explain either. The two of them just stared at each other and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

After half a minute, Yulin couldn't help but say, "I'm here to warn you."

Song Yi noticed a slight shaking under his feet and that the man was about to lose his balance. He was not in a hurry and did not respond. He just looked at the other party, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for him to continue speaking.

Yulin had no choice but to continue: "You are not qualified to participate yet, right?"

This is another new piece of information. Song Yi muttered to himself, raised the corners of his lips, and tried to imitate Yan Changyue's smile, but still did not answer, waiting for the other party to give more clues.

Yulin didn't understand, and his legs were shaking more obviously, so he continued, "The contract between Lord Yan and you has not been confirmed."

His voice became softer and softer, and his eyes showed a hint of uneasiness, as if he himself lacked confidence.

Song Yi didn't know why Yulin was so nervous. He remembered the reminder sound and became uneasy. The smile on his face froze. So, the two pairs of panicked eyes stared at each other. It was hard to tell whether Yulin was unsteady and was shaking with Song Yi, or whether Song Yi was panicking because of his own associations. In short, both of them were trembling and shaking.

After a few seconds, Yulin gritted his teeth and persuaded again: "Master Yan doesn't need to compete, he just needs to watch the show and then vote. There is no future for you to follow him."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi's heart suddenly calmed down and stopped shaking immediately. He still didn't understand clearly, but he understood one thing instantly, that is, this person wanted to alienate them and steal Yan Changyue's corner.

He grinned and asked back, "What do you mean? We fight, like idols fighting each other? He is the capital behind it? You want to debut too?"

Hate the Riddler, understand the Riddler, be the Riddler.

As expected, Yulin didn't understand what he meant and just nodded perfunctorily. Her big eyes were misty, as if she was about to cry.

Song Yi asked again: "Where is Yan Changyue?"

Yulin replied: "The masters do not participate in our battles."

This sentence confused Song Yi's thoughts for a moment. He swallowed and then spoke with difficulty, asking again: "So, do I win our duel?"

Yulin hummed, tears welling up in her eyes.

This was unbearable. Song Yi shivered and cried out "Hey hey" as he jumped off the boy's legs. He walked to his side and leaned in to take a closer look, revealing a somewhat concerned attitude. Yulin shivered, put down his legs, and turned to look at him.

The metal light shone again, and the sharp blade stabbed at Song Yi. Yu Lin still had tears on her cheeks, but she showed no expression. This was the last look. The blade cut through Song Yi's coat. At the same time, he stepped diagonally forward, pressed his hand on the bow, and slid forward with his footsteps. He squatted down and pressed the longbow to the ground. The bowstring cut the boy's throat. Blood splashed, and where the liquid passed, the inner world began to collapse, and the color of the outer world began to recover. The sound from the other side floated in from the gap, with the rustling of leaves and vague human voices...

Song Yi half-knelt on the ground, looking up at the road he came from. The grass on the ground was lifted up, the soil was flying, and some blood was spilled on the ground. Yan Changyue stood next to Heitan, raised her hand and stroked the horse's body. She didn't look at him, but she was still neatly dressed and relaxed.

He felt reassured and suddenly relieved.

Please, he doesn't trust people who lie to him the moment they appear. No matter how much they pretend to be someone, they are not trustworthy people. Besides, besides... this is the human being he chose.