Help, I've become a paper man

"Congratulations to the players for making it through the day. There are 7 players participating in the game, 4 of them are currently alive, the plot progress is 45%, and the exploration progress is 23%. Please continue to work hard in the coming time."

Song Yi opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. When the prompt sounded, he exhaled heavily. It was neither a sigh nor a relief. Learning the news of Jian Nuanyang's death at this time, it was difficult for him to judge whether this was good news or not.

He had already realized that Jian Nuanyang did not make the decision because of Li Yuan's death, nor was she bewitched by the "Duke". Song Yi sensed the pain she was enduring from her kind words, and she might have collapsed several times before this.

Song Yi couldn't tell whether it was better for Jian Nuanyang to attack him first without him knowing the source of hatred, or for Jian Nuanyang to die after he knew the source of hatred. It might be neither good.

He lay in bed and did not get up for a long time. He was fully dressed, as he had changed into clothes in the early morning. Song Yi woke up at that time and could not fall asleep for a long time. Simply lying there, his thoughts were confused and he became even more upset. Getting up to take a shower and change clothes gave him a brief relaxation.

The confusion has not been resolved yet, and now we have to face a new crisis.

With a few crackling sounds, the door slowly opened and Jasmine walked out of the room, her steps slow and yawning. She wasn't as depressed as Song Yi, she was simply not fully awake.

Seeing that Song Yi was still lying there, Jasmine took two quick steps to the bedside, raised her hand to catch the pillow that was about to fall, and swung it high, intentionally letting it wave in the air, and then patted it on Song Yi's chest.

Song Yi watched the trajectory of the pillow, and just as Jasmine had expected, he dodged it easily by simply turning over.

Jasmine said: "I have heard of Jian Nuanyang's name before."

He paused in his sitting position, looked at Jasmine, and uttered a single questioning sound to express his inquiry.

Jasmine said, "Her sword is sharp enough. Now when people mention her, some lament that she was 'unlucky', and some say that her 'master was a jerk'. But if you ask me..."

Jasmine paused at this point, and when Song Yi became even more confused, she asked, "Did Jian Nuanyang say bad things about Boss Yan to you?"

Although it was a question, Jasmine's words were affirmative and not interrogative.

Song Yi had no intention of hiding it, so he nodded in affirmation.

Jasmine sneered, which surprised Song Yi. The childishness in her faded a little, and when she spoke again, her tone was even a little cold. She said: "Jane Nuanyang can live because her master is still alive, and the master can live because there are always people who have to take care of Yan Changyue."

Song Yi looked at Jasmine and couldn't help asking, "Jian Nuanyang and her...are there any chances for them to give up living?"

He didn't want to explain for others or question Yan Changyue, he just had simple doubts.

Jasmine shook her head and continued, "People need to be responsible for their own choices. She used to be called 'Crazy Sword', but now, she really doesn't deserve to be called that. It was her master who gambled with others and lost. She doesn't hate her master's decision, nor does she hate herself for losing the gamble. Instead, she hates Boss Yan..."

The tone was originally calm, but as Jasmine continued to speak, it became more and more emotional, and in the end, there was even a sense of disappointment.

Song Yi's mood gradually recovered with her words, but he couldn't help asking again: "Isn't there anyone who has done nothing wrong and lives under the coercion of others, letting Xingchen work continuously?"

Jasmine didn't answer. She sighed and said with emotion: "As expected, children are just children. Newly born Stardust is like this, too innocent."

"Innocent child" Song Yi was silent. As she muttered "How could the world be so pure, kind and beautiful?", he slowly got up from the bed, put on his shoes, and pulled Jasmine out of the room and walked towards the banquet hall.

There was still no message reminder, and they still arrived on time. The remaining two sat at the long table. Perhaps because of Jian Nuanyang's death, the atmosphere became even more silent.

After they chose their food, they sat down in their seats and the four of them slowly stuffed the food into their mouths, moving slowly and at a very low frequency.

Song Yi was already distracted. After dinner, he wanted to go to the garden to take a look. Time was running out. There were too many clues to solve, including flowers with different names and the reason why the chef turned into a "turtle". Maybe he had to go to the kitchen to take a look...

While he was daydreaming, someone else walked into the banquet hall. His footsteps were a little heavy, different from the Duke's light and crisp footsteps. His heels even dragged a little, as if he was too heavy or had bad legs.

Song Yi came back to his senses instantly and looked towards the door. Before he could take any action, the person he was thinking about arrived first. It was the chef.

He subconsciously looked to the side. There were still four maids left. Instead of bowing their heads weakly, they were staring in the direction of the chef. There was no smile on their faces anymore, only coldness.

The conflict between the Duke and the chef is vividly reflected. At least they can confirm that the Duke had a conflict with the chef, but...what kind of conflict could a person who holds power have with someone who holds a spatula?

The reason was very important. Song Yi sobered up a little and swallowed the food in his mouth. They were getting closer to the truth.

The chef stopped in front of the long table and raised his hands under the gaze of everyone, as if he was going to put them on the back of the chair at the main seat, but then he stopped inexplicably and let his hands slowly drop from both sides.

He began to say, "Your companion believed what that woman said and was bewitched by her. Now he is dead. I think you need my help."

No one responded for a moment. He paused and then continued, "She wanted to hide her faults, but all this was because of her. I want to tell you another story about everything here."

Still no one answered, so he continued, "Actually, I'm not the chef. I was supposed to be the other owner here."

Song Yi looked at Jasmine, raised his eyebrows, and tried to express his inquiry, is this a normal plot?

Jasmine nodded in affirmation. The two people who had no tacit understanding unexpectedly understood each other's meaning.

In the silence, the "chef" spoke again: "That woman, who made her fortune through war, was madly trying to expand, not caring about the lives of the people. It was the king who saved everyone and stopped everything by force."

"And this woman is really crazy and has no brains. After marrying me, she still hangs out with the servant in the house. She is just a painter. He lied that he is a painter. I simply tempted her and she took the bait."

Song Yi raised his hand and asked, "So how did you become a turtle?"

These words silenced the "chef" instantly. He didn't really believe what this man said in the first place, and seeing this reaction, it was even more difficult for him to trust this responsibility.

He then asked, "How are you going to help us?"

Seeing him ask this, the "chef" thought he was trusted, and immediately returned to his original attitude and said, "Of course I'm giving you advice. She needs a man, so go and seduce her."

Song Yi said: "You are sick."

He had been able to restrain himself originally, but this time he really couldn't help it. Facing a group of underage people who said whatever they wanted, Song Yi trusted them even less.