Help, I've become a paper man

The drumbeats have stopped, the black and white world is shaking, the illusion covering it is fading, the crisp sound of birds is heard, and the air is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.

Once again the priest said, "Get out of here."

Song Yi was not someone who would listen to orders obediently. He said, "You lied."

The priest neither refuted nor admitted it. He raised the long stick in his hand slightly, then put it down again, still without saying a word.

Song Yi asked: "I just said it casually, and you really admitted it casually... This world exists for him to be here, right?"

Duan was killed too quickly. It was just for the sake of the ceremony. There were many unreasonable things. The only thing that remained unchanged was the monk. Maybe even the corpse they found was fake. Thinking of this, Song Yi forced a smile. In the embarrassment, he felt that the beating was reasonable. Even if it was a fake corpse, he still kicked it.

While he was daydreaming, the priest glanced at the temple and said, "I will always be with him and protect him. I will never leave him again."

Song Yi didn't respond. He always felt that similar remarks should only be found on websites that pop up anti-virus software prompts. But now that they were in this positive youth comic, they must be about a master-disciple relationship.

Seeing that the priest was about to speak again, Song Yi said first: "That's enough. I admire the master's noble character and despise the behavior of the villagers. Did I forget to scold you just now?"

"You disguised the inner world with illusions and pushed it into everyone's sight, blending it into the surrounding villages. Not only did you allow the legend to continue to spread, you also occasionally revealed the outer world, switching back and forth. This place became the perfect burial site."

"You can be angry, you can avenge your master, but how can you be better than the villagers for causing harm to the world? And why do you keep the master here to watch you do evil?"

"When you think about it, it's better to eat barbecued pork. Barbecue pork won't be so harmful to society."

He cursed so freely that even Xuanyunduo couldn't help but pull his clothes from behind and told him to stop. The face of the priest opposite him became more and more gloomy, and he might start a massacre and send them to death at any time.

But the priest again said, "Leave, if you stay any longer I will kill you."

Song Yi stared into his eyes and said, "The point is not that you can't kill me, but that you did all this for him. Regardless of whether he wanted it or not, you should know that his body and his experience should see the light of day again."

It is not a character in a story that is immortalized, it is not a bait to deceive people, and it is not the cause of a mistake that will continue.

The priest was silent for a moment, then said, "He has no body... You seem to know more. He overused his skills and withered in pain. When I rushed back, it was too late. I just broke the wall and saw him disappear in the small room."

The painful experience was brought up again. The pain in the words was real enough that Xuanyunduo lowered her head and became part of the silence.

Song Yi asked at this time: "So, his immortality was not given by the villagers, but was forcibly created by you, and his soul is imprisoned here."

His brain was still working, and he was sober but could not listen. When this fact was revealed, the priest sighed, and his straight back bent. He said in a low voice: "What do you know? There is no reincarnation or afterlife here... He can't die, he shouldn't die, he doesn't want to live, he wants to live."

It was hard to tell whether he was trying to persuade Song Yi or hypnotize himself, but his words gradually became firmer.

"The plot progress is 99%, the exploration progress is 78%, and the finale is coming soon."

When the prompt sounded, Song Yi was about to believe it. When he heard the exploration degree number, it was as if it was knocking on his brain. The chaotic information became clear in an instant. Even though he couldn't figure out the truth for a while and couldn't tell the doubtful points, it made him realize that there were some mistakes in his previous analysis.

He was still thinking and looked at Xuanyunduo first. The girl was surprised for a moment, and then as they looked at each other, she nodded indifferently. Her relaxed attitude reassured Song Yi.

Song Yi exhaled lightly, imitated Yan Changyue, slowly raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "You can say it more like Yan Changyue. No matter what I say casually, you dare to respond casually. It's also a skill."

He looks confident, but in fact, he is actually cheating when he says that. He uses similar words for the second time to further enhance the authenticity of his words. Even if there is no result in the end, judging from the progress of the plot, the ending is coming soon. Judging from the attitude of Xuan Duo watching a play, this level of exploration is enough for them to pass the level. It is nothing more than a matter of rating. There is no harm in giving it a try.

The priest stopped acting and looked at the temple expressionlessly, then looked at him, the indifference in his eyes almost overflowing, but he did not take any further action. Song Yi was a man of action. If the boss did not act, he would take the first step. Under the other's gaze, Song Yi took out a flamethrower from the infinite firepower, and also took out a shovel and threw it to Xuanyunduo.

Xuanyunduo didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't affect her next move. She cast a puzzled look at Song Yi.

Song Yi said: "You leave first and dig the firebreak. I'm going to start the operation."

When he said he wanted to set fire to the mountain, only his teammates felt threatened. Xuanyunduo raised his shovel, not to rush out and dig a firebreak, but to hit Song Yi on the head.

Xuanyunduo said: "It's almost over, wake up!"

Song Yi weighed the metal in his hand and said lightly: "Why are you panicking? The 'family members' here are not anxious at all. In my opinion, this person is still guiding us to do things. For example... the next plot is that the master is sealed in the temple, and the 'family members' won't let me release the master. I want to free the master and destroy this place, and then..."

He didn't say anything more after this. When his eyes fell on the priest, he used his eyes to signal him to speak. This guy had too many expressions and was too emotional. The more Song Yi thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

The priest said: "I am very sorry that I didn't see the blood staining the door of the ancestral hall red, and he didn't come out this time."

Now that he was no longer offering himself for his master, the priest no longer concealed his hostility, and his words were filled with coldness and mockery. Only then did Song Yi realize that the priest's words of disapproval were not the normal human grief for the deceased's dedication, nor was he trying to ask him to praise the devotees. He was just speaking his truth in disguise.

Song Yi also smiled and said: "You can't get over it, right? Why don't you try another method? If you keep pestering her, she will be regarded as a pervert and despised!"

Thinking from a different perspective, the context of the matter became clearer. The priest sneered, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the front of the temple with the flamethrower, turned sideways, and leaned crookedly against the pillar. When he spoke again, his voice was lazy.

He asked: "Master, do you want to let him go?"

The leaves rustled, the breeze blew, and the illusion superimposed on the surface world became weaker. He stood up straight, said "Okay, I got it," and walked down the stairs. Then he turned around, pointed the flamethrower at the temple, and released the switch of the flamethrower.

"Plot progress 99.9%, exploration progress 96%, congratulations on reaching the finale."

The priest rushed at him again and asked sharply: "What are you doing!"

Xuanyunduo raised the shovel and swung it down, knocking the man over unexpectedly easily. The priest fell to the ground with a scream. The flames fell on the wooden building and immediately burned. The place illuminated by the fire slowly returned to its original color, and the originally solid illusion quickly disintegrated.

The light fell on the priest, causing his cries to lower. It was not because the pain was relieved, but because the priest's entire body began to burn along with the temple from his fat coat. He began to sob vaguely, saying intermittently, "I was wrong. I can't live forever. I can't die. Don't drag me down. You deserve it." His words were messy and his body slowly curled up in pain.

Xuanyunduo slowly moved to Song Yi's side, poked his forearm, and asked in a low voice: "Like I thought?"

Song Yi didn't know what she was thinking, but he still cooperated and said, "Yeah, yes, it's just what you think. Strong emotions are not just love, they can also be hate."

The name of the copy is "Give You Immortality". He focused his attention on the temple. According to the words of the priest, he only guessed that the master was "immortalized" by the words of the villagers. Later, he also thought that it was the priest who trapped the master here. However, it was very inconsistent to have such a person who despised life. But on second thought, if it was just the opposite... the master sacrificed his life to save others, and the evil of the villagers was bewitched by the priest and wanted immortality. With the help of "the right time, the right place and the right people", they killed the master. He could only be trapped with the master in this way, but he was unwilling to do so and wanted to drag others along.

The raging fire was burning, and the fire caused the wind to move. They slowly left the temple. The two of them held the same shovel, ready to dig a firebreak. The colors between heaven and earth had been restored. The fire was only burning within the scope of the temple. In the whistling wind, Song Yi seemed to hear a sigh.