You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 241 Everyone, run! You must not let this yellow paper fall on you.
The commander's eyes widened suddenly.

Just because that extremely weird scene was happening rapidly.

He used the sharp machete in his hand to chop the falling yellow paper.
But the yellow paper seemed to have a very strong stickiness, sticking directly to the sharp blade and fitting tightly.

The part covered by the yellow paper quickly merged with the sharp blade forged from fine steel, and that part quickly turned yellow.

That part seems to be made of yellow paper.

At this time, more yellow papers continued to fall towards him.

The commander swung the machete in his hand like a windmill.
In order to protect themselves, this action is obviously very effective.

He successfully blocked all the yellow papers.
But the yellow paper was all stuck to the fine steel machete in his hand.

The commander's heart continued to sink into the endless abyss.

The machete in his hand became lighter and lighter, and the whole machete had completely turned into a simple yellow color.
It was as if the machete had really become a machete woven from yellow paper under the adhesion of the yellow paper.

In that split second, the commander's mind seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he fell into chaos and trance.

At this moment of uncertainty, a piece of yellow paper fell silently on his wrist, like an ominous sign quietly descending in the night.

He was startled suddenly, and all the hair on his body stood up instantly.
Cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall, as if he had a premonition that some unspeakable horror was about to come.

He hurriedly tried to wave away the unaffected hand to brush the sudden uninvited guest off his skin.
However, the yellow paper was like a thorn in the flesh, and could not be easily knocked off.

Instead, it clung to his wrist at a frightening speed.
And gradually penetrate into the skin.

As the yellow paper merged, his wrist began to undergo horrifying changes.

The originally healthy skin color quickly fades.

Instead, it was replaced by an eerie withered yellow color that was exactly the same as yellow paper, as if shrouded in the shadow of death.

Just as the commander was stunned and had not yet recovered from this sudden change, another piece of yellow paper floated down and hit him in the face.

This time, he almost instinctively raised the machete in his hand, trying to split the yellow paper in half.

However, just as he swung the knife hard, a more horrifying scene appeared.

His wrist, the part that had been assimilated into the yellow paper, was like a piece of fragile paper. It could not withstand the slightest force and was torn apart directly.

The machete lost its support and fell weakly to the ground with a dull sound, while the broken wrist lay quietly in the dust like an abandoned puppet part.

What was even more terrifying was that there was no blood gushing out from the fracture as one would expect. Instead, there was a dead silence, as if all the life force had been drained away at that moment.

The conductor trembled as he used his other intact hand to carefully pick up the wrist that had become as white as yellow paper.

He opened his eyes wide, staring at the scene in disbelief. The part that once belonged to his body was now cold and stiff, no different from the surrounding yellow paper.

An unprecedented courage suddenly surged in his heart. He gritted his teeth and struggled to tear the broken edge of the yellow paper.

With a slight "hiss" sound,

A thin piece of paper that looked exactly like the surrounding yellow paper was torn off.
It was confirmed beyond a doubt that his body was being assimilated by the strange yellow paper. This scene was as real and cruel as a nightmare.

"Everyone, run quickly! You must not let this yellow paper fall on you, otherwise your body will be completely reduced to yellow paper!"

The commander shouted at the top of his voice.

But there was no response from behind him. Then he suddenly heard many screams of ghosts and wolves howling behind him.

That scream was filled with indescribable fear.

The commander's heartbeat suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat. The scene before him made the blood in his body freeze instantly.

He turned around slowly, and what came into his sight was a picture of horror beyond imagination.

Those warriors of the White Elephant Empire who had fought alongside him were no longer living beings. Instead, they were ruthlessly swallowed by pieces of yellow paper, turning into the most bizarre scene in the world.

They fell to the ground with their limbs twisted and deformed, their former bravery and powerful strength transformed into futile struggles.

The culprit behind all this was the yellow paper densely covering them.

These yellow papers seemed to have life, tightly wrapping around each soldier, pulling away their bodies, faces and even souls bit by bit.

Instead, it was replaced by a terrifying, withered and strange shape.

The cold weapons on the ground, the sharp blades and sturdy shields that once shone with a cold light, now became fragile, as if they were made of yellow paper folded casually, and would turn into ashes with the slightest touch.

The commander knew very well that it was not the fragility of the weapon itself, but the power contained in the yellow paper, which was strong enough to turn everything in the world into nothingness.

What makes the commander even more chilling is that
The faces of those soldiers who were completely covered by yellow paper began to change. Their skin turned an unnatural yellow, a weird smile appeared at the corners of their mouths, and blush appeared inexplicably on both sides of their cheeks.

It's like rouge that was forcefully applied, which is both inappropriate and full of horror.

This blush looked even more eerie in the dim light, and the commander dared not look directly at it, fearing that his soul would be swallowed up by this strange color with just a glance.

At this moment, the sky seemed to have lost its mind, and large pieces of yellow paper poured down like a violent storm.

It fell mercilessly on the dumbstruck commander.

He tried to struggle and resist, but found that his body was restrained by an invisible force, and even moving became extremely difficult.

The cold feeling seeped into every pore and reached deep into his bones, making him feel unprecedented despair and coldness.

The commander lowered his head and looked at his body, only to see that the yellow paper had completely covered every inch of his skin. Even the color of his clothes had been replaced by the withered yellow.

His body seemed to become fragile and stiff at this moment, no longer able to support his former will and courage.

The darkness surged in like a tide, gradually submerging his vision and swallowing up his consciousness.

In the end, he stood there, becoming a paper man made of yellow paper, with the same weird smile on his face.

Together with the surrounding paper figures, it formed the most terrifying and bizarre scene in the world.

(End of this chapter)