Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi didn't care about being used as a tool to make up the numbers. He just succeeded in pretending to be cool with this explosion. He threw away the switch and his unhappiness was gone. He was much happier. Even Xuanyunduo's mood was relieved a little. The two began to face the problems in the dungeon.

Xuanyunduo's trust in Song Yi increased a little, and she took the initiative to say: "I can see part of the plot line. The ceremony is the process of opening the passage to the other world."

She hesitated for a moment and added, "...Originally, the ceremony would have continued after the drawing of lots."

But now, the ceremony venue, the organizers and the participants have been given bomb gift bags by Song Yi. They don’t know what the situation is now, and even whether the plot can continue is in question.

Song Yi asked directly: "What is the last step of the ceremony?"

His intention to skip class was obvious, but it had come to this point, and Xuanyundu had no other choice but to say, "Throw the lot into the well."

Song Yi didn't say anything. He stopped at the entrance of the village and looked at her. The look in his eyes could not be described as "heartbroken". He perfectly achieved the achievement of "silence is better than words at this moment". Xuanyunduo was confused for a second, but then he understood the meaning.

She coughed lightly and said, "When we were exchanging information, I reminded you that there was a well in the place where we were born... Duan was there at the time, but I didn't believe him."

The more she talked, the smoother it became. At this point, she spoke directly: "As for when we were on the mountain, I didn't tell you because I had just met you and was not sure if you were a teammate I could trust."

The little girl's body shape and soft voice made her look just like a child, which made Song Yi unable to pretend to be angry and couldn't help wanting to laugh.

But considering the child's face, Song Yi continued to finish the act. He put his right hand on his collarbone, looked down at Xuanyunduo, and acted "touched" in an exaggerated enough way, which immediately earned an eye roll from Xuanyunduo.

After the fuss, we still have to face reality. Things become difficult, but we have to do it.

Xuanyunduo suggested: "We should go back to the village before dawn to make sure the ceremony is completed."

Song Yi asked: "If it's done, can we take a ride?"

Xuanyunduo nodded first, then shook her head, with a hint of hesitation in her voice, and said, "The other world is underwater... I can only see part of the scene. We have to fight there."

Song Yi asked: "Do you need to win?"

"what?"

Xuanyunduo was shocked and failed to understand his thinking at all. He laughed and was about to explain, but was interrupted again. The person who came this time was also an old acquaintance. The tall and thin man walked unsteadily towards them in the night.

Song Yi's smile had not yet disappeared. He subconsciously took a step forward and stood in front of Xuan Duoduo with a protective posture. Xuan Duoduo, who was suddenly blocked, was stunned and leaned over to look from behind him.

The smile shifted from Song Yi's face to the tall and thin man's face. The man smiled at them and then asked, "Are you on guard against me?"

Song Yi wanted to say, "Isn't this obvious?", but then an idea struck him and he replied, "Minors should be wary of strangers, especially those who appear mentally unstable."

In one sentence, the defensiveness was fully demonstrated, causing the tall and thin man to instantly put away his smile, and his expressionless face looked even paler and darker. Xuanduo's little head hid for a moment, but immediately returned to its original position and bravely looked at the man.

The man said, “You are lucky.”

Song Yi said confidently: "Of course."

This sentence made the man speechless for a few seconds, and even his eyes lost some of their coldness. The dialogue he had originally prepared was that he would answer Song Yi's questions to better enhance his image, but soon, he smiled again and said, "You remind me of an old friend."

Song Yi answered even faster, saying, "I'm not a father anymore. I'm in the rising stage of my career and it's not suitable for me to have children."

The topic the man had just found was instantly denied, and the words he had not said were directly sealed, instantly pushing him into an awkward position where he could not explain or not explain. The riddle teller realized that only those who pay attention to the answer will pay attention to the "unfinished meaning" in the words, but Song Yi didn't care. A real kryptonian has reached the level of affecting the balance of the same level, and he can completely do what Duoduo said when comforting him, "crush it."

"Are you going to listen or not?" the tall and thin man asked, his tone less mysterious and more angry.

Song Yi knew when to stop and nodded obediently, staring at the other person. Although his superficiality could be seen, he still showed his expectation conscientiously.

The man set himself up with an excuse and continued, "The lottery is just to select the person to be worshipped, and to send him to another world through a ceremony."

Song Yi cooperated this time and took the initiative to ask: "Which world? The underworld? One click to arrange the funeral?"

"no!"

"What kind of world is that? It can't be the path to your heart."

The conversation was going to be tacky for no reason. Not only did the man fall silent, but even Xuanyu began to feel embarrassed for them. She wanted to tell Song Yi, "You cooperated well. Don't cooperate next time." But in the end, the man reluctantly said, "When the ceremony is completed, you will know and see it with your own eyes."

Unexpectedly, Song Yi said again: "Then you are late."

The other party was stunned and asked, "Why are you late?"

Song Yi slowly raised the corners of his lips, trying to show an innocent smile, and replied: "Because I demolished the ancestral hall with a bomb... there might be some additional effects, such as mass burials."

The previous words only made the tall and thin man choke, but now he was also shocked. Song Yi looked very young, but he spoke easily about murder and arson, and did not show any guilt at all.

Song Yi continued: "So I can't see it with my own eyes. It's over. Do you have anything else to do?"

The man took a breath, followed this sentence, and said: "It won't end. Everything will go on. They won't die."

As he spoke, he burst into laughter with a look of madness on his face. Song Yi stared at him and pushed Xuanyunduo, who was standing beside him, back. Xuanyunduo also cooperated and backed away without making trouble. For a moment, only the man was left at the entrance of the village, laughing wildly with tears streaming down his face. The two people next to him looked on expressionlessly.

It's like a low-end street performance at the village entrance and its idle audience.

The man slowly stopped, supporting his knees with his hands, his body swaying a little, his voice hoarse, but he still said: "You know."

"I know." Song Yi replied.

The man didn't react, but stared at him with his head tilted up. However, Xuanyunduo tugged at his sleeve, just in surprise. She didn't expect that the unreliable adult who was laughing and joking with her would have a brain.

Song Yi said lightly: "I trusted the uncle's character too much, so I was not surprised whether he told me about the bomb or not. But he was still worried about me getting angry during the day, but not at night. Obviously, he was not afraid of the bomb."

"As for the others, with the powerful weapon beside me, that group of people came in so brazenly... It's impossible that they all knew nothing about what happened at the entrance of the village. These people are not afraid of cold weapons."

"Now I know from you that they are not afraid of death because they will not die."

There was no moon tonight, and thick clouds obscured the moonlight. The sky and the earth were dark. With his excellent night vision, Song Yi could only see the outline. He observed the person in front of him with the same eyes as when he was watching the rankings. This person was wearing a long gown and a jacket, not a windbreaker as he thought at first glance. He was tall and thin, and seemed to be frail, but also seemed to be...

"You want us to leave, and you also want us to explore immortality. Who are you?" Song Yi asked.