Help, I've become a paper man

After a moment of silence, Jian Nuanyang said, "I want to leave here. I've had enough."

The two of them stopped in the corridor. No one followed them for a while, and no NPCs appeared. The weather was really good today. The bright moonlight poured down from the sky and fell around them, casting a hazy light on the night. The lights in the corridor flickered, and the shadows of the two people cast on the stone bricks also swayed with the wind, as if floating in the air.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was just right, or maybe it was because the emotions had been suppressed for too long. When Song Yi was awkwardly thinking about how to persuade the adolescent girl, Jian Nuanyang's voice came again, saying:

"She's dead."

Song Yi subconsciously asked: "Who?"

After saying this, he vaguely guessed something. Although he couldn't figure out the reason, Jian Nuanyang's mood did change, and it was also very clear that he behaved differently in front of different people.

Jian Nuanyang said: "She died the next day. She was timid and mercenary. She was not a qualified Stardust... She was like my sister."

On the one hand, it confirmed his guess, but on the other hand, it brought more confusion. The influence that the woman named Li Yuan had on Jian Nuanyang seemed to be only part of the reason.

Song Yi tried to persuade him: "You can survive first, and then find other ways."

His dry words were the best he could do.

More than having no effect, Jian Nuanyang's body trembled slightly, the suppressed emotions surged more obviously, and her voice began to become hoarse. She said softly: "There will be no other..."

The voice was too soft for Song Yi to hear clearly. He asked, "Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say what you were saying again?"

Jian Nuanyang did not repeat herself. Instead, she said, "...I know you, Yan Changyue's Stardust. You should expect me to get lost here. Living or dead, I will hunt you down when I open my eyes again."

The suppressed murderous intent became clearer, mixed with the cold wind and spread in the corridor. Song Yi even felt the crisis awareness at work, reminding him to be careful. If he continued talking at this time, it would not be good for anyone. He should respect her fate. But there was another voice, tempting him to "keep asking". It seemed that there was something between him and another world, and he only needed to touch it lightly to touch some truth.

Song Yi asked again: "Why?"

Jian Nuanyang was silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed and said, "Haha, no one dares to tell you yet? Yan Changyue, he is the moon to some people, and the night to others."

Song Yi didn't refute or respond, he just stared at her, waiting for what to say next.

Jian Nuanyang slowly recovered from her laughter, her voice still trembling as she spoke slowly, "Do you remember? The information at the beginning said that the Duke 'endures as much hatred and hostility as she faces worship'. Now that this place has become a copy, even if she becomes the boss, she still does not have absolute dominance. Do you know what this means?"

"It means that people who are hostile to her can overthrow her, kill her, and gain her power."

"But she is still the duke, she still has maids supporting her, people who admire and follow her, and she even has a double of her own."

"What about Yan Changyue? He is much more pitiful than the Duke. There are many more people who hate him than those who love him."

Jian Nuanyang spoke here intermittently before taking a deep breath. She still did not look back. Tears had wet her cheeks. Her body was no longer shaking, but her speech was a little vague. Each word passed through her trembling tongue and her teeth that she had to clench from time to time to gain a little strength, and finally fell into the warm air.

It should be a warm summer night.

Song Yi sighed and restrained himself from saying something bad like "Don't be a riddler". But to be honest, even if he was not asked to empathize with others and simply express his emotions without describing the reasons, it would be difficult for him to make sense of it.

He asked, "What did Yan Changyue do?"

Jian Nuanyang paused for a moment before saying with difficulty: "You...really don't know, he doesn't allow killing the 'master'. Anyone who has a transaction with him and is considered a product under his name is not allowed to kill the 'master'..."

Song Yi didn't understand. He lived in a country protected by the law. Even though his memory had become particularly vague, he subconsciously believed that "no killing" was the lowest bottom line and was something that should be done.

In the two copies, he didn't really "look death in the face", even though one person was lost last time and two people died this time. The way it was reflected was like "child mode", without blood and killing, just a simple notification, like a picture covered with thick mosaics, with a summary marked on it.

Such a simple and "ignorant" statement made Jian Nuanyang's emotions stagnate, and she began to fall into thought, a completely different thought from Song Yi's. After a few seconds, she sighed, not like relief, but rather with a taste of resignation, as if she finally understood the class differences between people.

She said slowly: "Death is a simple thing, especially for us Stardust. As long as we have resources and money, we can be resurrected again and again."

"Our lives are clearly priced, no different from the goods produced and sold by Yan Changyue's company."

"This also means that we can keep fighting, keep dying, and keep resurrecting."

"As long as the 'master' is still alive, Stardust will not lose its anchor point and can be resurrected again and again and thrown into new battles."

Song Yi tasted a little bit of the flavor, his eyes slowly dilated, and a game appeared in his mind, the automatic slaughterhouse in "Minecraft".

His voice was a little dry, and he asked: "What are the benefits of entering the dungeon?"

Jian Nuanyang replied: "For the reward, you are Yan Changyue's stardust, you don't have to worry about these things, but the common people and the small dignitaries need them, even if you don't need them, you can sell them. Besides... you have a farm, chickens will lay eggs and die, and eggs and meat can be sold for money. Do you care what the chickens on the farm think?"

Song Yi just shook his head, speechless for a moment. Jian Nuanyang's words revealed a little bit of the truth, and he saw the true face of the world. He also got the answer to the hostility and hatred those people had towards Yan Changyue.

He still spoke with difficulty, trying his best to ask: "Yan Changyue, is he... is he also engaged in this kind of business?"

Jian Nuanyang did not answer immediately. There was a half-minute silence between the two of them. Song Yi felt his heart sinking in her silence, and the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger before he heard her softly say the word "no".

But before Song Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, she continued, "I hate him because he has no territory of his own, does not need his subjects, and does not protect his believers. Without giving any guarantee, he also ordered that the 'master' should not be killed. But death is too simple. My sister is lying in bed... all the time."

Song Yi was speechless.

He knew that the world that needed a "protagonist" would be a world waiting to be saved by a hero, but in this puzzle called "world", only a few pieces of the puzzle were missing and the full picture was unclear, so it was difficult for him to distinguish the correctness.

Jian Nuanyang stopped talking. After a few minutes of silence, she said "Don't come" and continued to move forward, running towards the road that seemed to be a trap without hesitation. The girl's figure disappeared into the night, leaving Song Yi standing alone in the corridor in silence, thinking about something, but it seemed difficult to think about it.