Help, I've become a paper man

"Don't be afraid yet, haha." Xia Hao's voice came, and the remaining person was speaking, stepping on his own corpse, walking towards Song Yi, raising his hands again, showing his harmlessness, and said in a relaxed tone:

"My doll is very real. It's okay to destroy it, but you have to stay calm. This body is real. You can't lose your temper anymore."

Song Yi clenched the gun tightly. With his heart beating wildly, he could hardly control his beast transformation. Soft hair began to emerge and sharp nails pierced his palms. The place where the weapon touched became sticky. However, he was specially trained to stay calm while transforming into a beast. In this state, his brain was clearer.

At least he could stand there, stare at the two people opposite him, and wait for the continuation of the story.

Xia Hao said, "Let's talk about Jian Nuanyang, a girl we are all familiar with. Her sister has lived in the Wang family for six years. Three years ago, she wanted to end it many times."

"But the Wang family still needs weapons, and Yan Changyue's rule is 'not to kill humans', so this is Jian Nuanyang's sixth year working for the Wang family."

"She went to the gambler again and again, earned supplies again and again, died again and again, and then was resurrected again and again."

"She is one of those who are in misery, one of the countless stardust, the part that is not illuminated by the light. Together with her 'sister', she has become one of the nutrients that make up the world today."

When Xia Hao said this, he laughed abruptly and raised his hand to rub the blood on his cheek. This was the mark left on his body by the previous Xia Hao before he fell down.

Then he looked away, no longer staring at Song Yi, but just staring into the air, and said leisurely:

"This is the reality of the world, and it is also what my client wants me to tell you."

Song Yi did not respond, but followed the other person's line of sight. Together they looked at the empty space, letting their minds continue to empty, trying to gain a moment of peace.

But the next second, a sentence popped up in Song Yi's mind: "Oh no, this almost tastes like hegemonism", but he quickly erased it and remained silent.

Xia Hao didn't wait long, and soon spoke again, asking:

“Who will you fight for?”

Song Yi looked at him and answered seriously: "...If there are no accidents, it will still be Yan Changyue. I swore it."

This sentence sounded particularly familiar. It was first said by Yan Changyue, and now it was his turn to say it.

Similar content, with different tones, is mentioned again and again in different environments and is tainted with different flavors.

The scene fell into silence.

Song Yi still trusted Yan Changyue, which even he himself found hard to believe. But that was exactly the case. From the moment they swore an oath, the two originally independent souls seemed to be connected together in some existence.

This time the silence was longer.

Song Yi had nothing more to say, and Xia Hao seemed to have forgotten his lines. He paused for two minutes before speaking again:

"Your path forward is blocked."

These words were special and accurate enough that Song Yi's vague memory immediately came to mind.

Memories of the previous life, time travel, his special system...

All these things mixed together, Song Yi's heart "clicked", he unconsciously became alert, staring at Xia Hao, waiting for follow-up information.

Xia Hao did not disappoint his expectations and continued fluently:

"We can't go back to our original state. We can't return to the sea of ​​stars until we die completely. But before that, you can still choose your future."

It's ordinary and cliché chicken soup.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly laughed, but his expression became even colder. He said, "So, you only have partial data to prove that when it was implemented, it was only implemented in form, and it caused bad results."

"Besides that, neither you nor the one who asked you to bring the message evaded the good that might come of it."

Song Yi paused here, the expression on his face relaxed a little, but a sigh left the tip of his tongue before he spoke.

"Well, you still remember, in the Duke's copy, it was mentioned in the introduction that 'there are as many people who love her as there are people who hate her'. Jian Nuanyang said that Yan Changyue is almost the same."

Therefore, even if there are sufferings, there will be good results, and it is definitely not as simple as this person said.

Xia Hao asked: "You choose to follow Yan Changyue?"

Song Yi didn't nod or shake his head, but just said:

"I don't know who is right. I want to meet Yan Changyue and listen to his story once."

Xia Hao smiled and said "Please go ahead", then he gently raised his hand and made a please gesture in the direction he came from.

At the same time, seeing Song Yi was about to leave, Bai Ju, who was watching, opened his eyes wide, as if he had just reacted. In a hurry, he temporarily mustered up the courage, took two steps forward, and ran to the two of them.

Bai Ju said loudly: "Hello, my name is Bai Ju, nice to meet you."

It carries the impulse and enthusiasm of youth, and even has a bit of a one-shot feel.

Song Yi's mind was no longer here. He said "hmm" perfunctorily, turned around and left in a hurry. His face turned cold and he tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, but his footsteps already revealed his panic.

With a clear sense of loss of soul.

He walked forward slowly, and after leaving this area, Song Yi started running, his speed increasing. Combined with the bloodstains on his body, it looked more like he had been in a fierce battle, and he left here without arousing suspicion.

Only a few people would secretly glance at his back, say some gossip behind him, and speculate about his failure, which were nothing more than some random speculations about him trying to break up a fight and getting beaten.

Song Yi didn't care, or rather, he was in a state of unrest now. Compared with any previous time, never was it worse than now. He wanted to see Yan Changyue, and only wanted to see Yan Changyue.

Then ask, listen, and... embrace.

But before that, time flowed slowly, things related to him were continuing, and the impact of their conversation just now was still continuing to ferment.

Song Yi didn’t know, didn’t care, and naturally didn’t care about the follow-up.

After he left, Bai Ju retracted his gaze, hid his disappointment, and forced a smile on his timid face. He comforted Xia Hao and said, "I was unable to help. Don't worry. It's okay. I'm ready."

Xia Hao smiled and nodded, putting his right hand on his ear, resisting the urge to sigh, and did not explain to Bai Ju - not only were they talking about Song Yi, on the other end, the situation was more complicated and noisier.

Different voices rang out, fell into the ears of "Xia Hao", and were then passed on to other "Xia Haos", including the one here.

Many voices merged into one.

"Oh my god, you guys tried to plant seeds of doubt in him."

“There’s no doubt that we succeeded.”

"Haha, yes, but he loves the big shot more. Do you think the chess piece can really empathize with the chess player?"

"Maybe they are different."

In the end, everything was covered by loud laughter, all emotions melted away, leaving only pure madness.