Help, I've become a paper man

After Song Yi listened to what was said and confirmed that Yan Changyue was safe and not threatened because of him, he naturally turned back to the previous topic.

He asked: "So, now I know that Xuanyunduo was reborn and knows a lot of clues, so I can know the information in the copy."

"Not only can I use it myself, but I can also start a business with it and sell the tutorials for clearing dungeons to other people."

"But you haven't told me yet. Why do you hate me? Did I exist in your previous life?"

It was obvious that he did not exist in Xuanyuduo's previous life, otherwise the other party would not have asked and would not have been entangled in it over and over again.

Yan Zhichun shook his head, his smile faded, and his malicious intent also weakened. But before Song Yi could relax, he heard what this man said.

"I don't think it's right for you to ask that. After all, it's not true to say that I hate you."

"I didn't see you in my previous life. 072's existence was only in words. When I first heard you, you were already a corpse."

"So, when you appeared in this life and were passed to me through intelligence information, I had only one thought about you, and it has not changed until now."

"I hate you, I hope you die, I want to kill you."

Song Yi opened his eyes wide. If it were any other time, he would change the subject and ask, but at this moment, the other party had a murderous look on his face, it didn't seem like a joke, and he was really curious.

"But according to what you said, we have no grudges against each other, why do you hate me so much?"

When Song Yi asked the question, he modified his wording according to what the other party said.

Yan Zhichun replied: "You know what? Even if you didn't say it, my brother would have already discovered it the moment you showed up. There's something wrong with you as 072."

"It can be said that all those who have just opened their eyes and come to the surface world for the first time, but whose minds are particularly active and have their own logic, either know something or have problems."

"So when you say you're not a Stardust baby, we all accept it well."

"Because, in our memory, you really don't exist, and you shouldn't exist."

The originally peaceful words became more and more extreme, and the restrained malice surged up again.

Song Yi asked again: "So, why do you hate me?"

He was already prepared. If the other party kept talking about other things and refused to give an answer, he would put it aside and no longer stop to think about "Yan Changyue's brothers" and think about the reasons.

Uncle and sister-in-law have a bad relationship? That's another matter.

"You can also think of it as... I'm jealous of you, because my brother and I only have one set of materials ready when we need them during the disaster, and only one of us can succeed."

"But something unexpected happened. We woke up at the same time, and under this circumstance, an even crueler accident also happened... From that day on, we could no longer see each other!"

Song Yi was speechless for a moment, for this reason and for this narrative style, but he used his remaining patience to ask about the follow-up.

"What kind of accident prevented you brothers from meeting each other?"

Yan Zhichun replied: "It's a curse. When my brother woke up, he seemed to see something for a while and fell into a coma. I approached him out of concern."

"But as soon as I touched it, the memories of my past life began to come flooding back. As I recovered my memories, I also began to awaken."

"This would have been a good thing, but after both of us awakened, the curse also descended, reminding us that we could never meet again."

"If we look at each other, the bad luck will double and one of us will die."

Yan Zhichun exhaled, stood up a little, looked at Song Yi, and spoke again:

"I don't like you. If I say that I'm jealous of you, that's normal, right?"

"My blood relatives only have each other in this world, and they are trapped by a curse and cannot see each other."

“Even if we worry about each other and care about each other, those words of concern can only be conveyed to each other through others.”

"But you can see him, you can touch him, he..."

This seemingly sincere defense slightly moved Song Yi. He was almost able to accept the explanation and felt that the emergence of this "hatred" was understandable.

Fortunately, he was rational enough to live until Yan Zhichun spoke again. When he heard the other party continue to speak, he felt at ease and threw away that bit of consideration.

Because Yan Zhichun said: "After you leave, you are not allowed to meet my brother again."

So, the uncle and sister-in-law don't get along? Because this person doesn't seem like someone you can talk to!

Song Yi retorted: "No, you can't see him, and you won't let me see him. How can you be so unreasonable..."

He was interrupted by another voice halfway through his words. This time it was not the other person's words, but the sound of the door opening. Along with a slight "creaking" sound, he smelled An Xiaochun's scent.

Song Yi was about to turn around to see what the other party was about to do when he heard the sound of a gun being loaded. He subconsciously looked up and saw Yan Zhichun on the opposite side raising his gun with the muzzle pointing straight at him.

"...Do you have to go find my brother?" Yan Zhichun asked.

Song Yi was silent for two seconds, and then imitated the other person's tone and asked, "Do you really have to be this kind of brother-con?"

Not only did he warn his sister-in-law himself, but he was also afraid that he would not agree, so he called Stardust for help, trying to use a two-on-one approach to make the death threat more effective.

But the more this happened, the less afraid Song Yi became. He finally understood that both sides had equal bargaining chips, and it was only because of Yan Changyue that they were able to maintain the friendship.

On this basis, no one will take the initiative to lift up the chessboard and take the other's life.

As Song Yi was thinking this, he felt a slight chill on his back. Another gun was brought closer, with the muzzle against his waist.

An Xiaochun's breath approached and when it fell on his shoulder, Song Yi did not feel warmth, but a chill first, a sense of pure danger.

"Please, if you don't agree to him, I will really do it. Well, you know, I have followed him since I was a child and I am willing to do anything for him." An Xiaochun said, and moved the gun forward a little.

Song Yi could clearly see that Yan Zhichun's expression gradually relaxed because of the other party's words, but the gun did not move at all.

They maintained this posture, standing still for a moment, as if they had pressed the pause button.

The reason why I say “similar” is that An Xiaochun’s mouth is still working, and he continues to say:

"For him, I worked as a secretary, a cook, a teacher, and a runner, and I also worked as a waiter on the side."

"My life is bitter and meaningless, so think about it, if I kill you, I can be the scapegoat when the time comes to hold you accountable, right?"

"So, Song Yi, promise him not to make things complicated."