I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

Li Yue could tear the paper mask into countless pieces, but he really couldn't do anything about the tiny paper scraps.

The paper scraps submerged Li Yue, and the next step was to block his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, drilling inward from every hole or gap in Li Yue's body.

It tickled when it first entered his nostrils, but the paper scraps quickly revealed their sharp side—they cut through his nasal cavity, eyelids, and ears, constantly moving inward.

"Why don't you cry… You should cry with me…" The paper scraps beat like a tide, colliding to create trembling cries.

He absolutely couldn't cry—ever since Li Yue saw the paper mask, the sound of crying had been a constant presence. He guessed that once he cried, he would be assimilated by the Facemask Society's faith, just like the dozen or so people nailed to the wall.

Then Li Yue thought of another question.

Shouldn't the paper mask be casting some kind of magic that could make him cry?

But why didn't he feel like crying at all?

Could it be that these people who were assimilated by it were all beaten into tears?

Soon, Li Yue felt his body become heavy and began to ooze a strange liquid.

"Did you hear that? You accepted Holad's commission to investigate the situation at the Fractured Construction Site, and that's how you came here."

Li Yue pointed to the tunnel he had come from.

Could it be that they hadn't been assimilated yet?

Li Yue turned around, grabbed the white robe's chin with one hand and his shoulder with the other, and started tearing.

The remaining one questioned Li Yue: "Believer, answer me, why… why would he be with the Facemask Society?"

"He cannot take away your life… but he can take away people's freedom to choose their faith…"

These should be the weaklings from the New Church.

Since he couldn't kill this mask now, he might as well escape quickly, come back with torches and kerosene, and burn all these paper scraps along with the altar…

"What, does he have some sad things that he needs you to help him cry about?" Li Yue suddenly became vigilant.

It was like someone using a knife to shave off a layer of scalp, even more painful than the paper scraps entering his body and cutting through his nasal cavity and ear canals.

And the white robe was already silent, his face wooden, as he took out the light in his hand and projected it towards Hu Ya.

Then, as the light-bearing white robes approached, it gradually disappeared.

"Hiss—" The light shone straight at Li Yue's head. Although Hu Ya dodged, a lock of his hair was still singed off.

Li Yue was burned, revealing the tattoo under his scalp.

If he was targeted by the New Church, his actions would inevitably be restricted, and everything he had done before would be in vain. How could he leisurely light up Splitgold Mountain and the Holy City?

"Since he doesn't cry, it means he's not human, he's a heretic, and he should belong to the faith…" The white robe muttered, and the light in his hand suddenly intensified.

And just as Li Yue was about to escape around the corner, suddenly the entire tunnel was misaligned and cracked.

But Li Yue hadn't noticed it yet, he only felt that the New Church seemed a bit too domineering.

The next second, the paper scraps turned black and spurted out of his body in strands.

"There is distorted faith here…" The white robe seemed not to have heard Li Yue's explanation, holding the light and walking in front of the barely clothed Li Yue.

It was probably the believers patrolling the streets who felt the vibration underground and reported it to these big shots, asking them to come down and check.

"Why don't you cry?"

Even though the paper mask had been taken away, why didn't the white robe let it go, insisting that he cry?

The dozen or so people nailed to the wall, their faces began to melt and fall off, gradually becoming skeletons.

Li Yue also took out Holad's commission document, proving that his procedures were very compliant.

When dealing with demons, there was always some force that couldn't be used.

The tunnel cracked, light poured in, and the paper scraps were ignited.

"The Wailing Mask… is a kind of demon. They can trigger people's emotions and then complete assimilation…" The white robe finally explained a little, but his expression was very stubborn.

"Oh… so it's a demon, no wonder it got so angry when I tore it up…" Li Yue thought of the Corpse Gathering Demon he encountered in Red Oil Town, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be better at physical attacks, just a little lacking.

But he still twisted off the white robe's head.

Immediately afterwards, several white robes stepped on the light and came up, surrounding the altar on all sides, and also surrounding Li Yue.

This time the paper mask began to wail.

The light in the tunnel suddenly intensified, and Hu Ya felt a piercing pain all over his body.

The already tattered paper mask, upon seeing the light, reassembled its body, barely piecing together a three-dimensional appearance like a human face.

Li Yue felt very disgusted, but he didn't let go of such a good opportunity to act, and finally clung to the cave wall of the tunnel and retreated outwards.

It was clear that there was no room for negotiation…

"Get out…" Li Yue tried his best to swim his body in the sea of paper, trying to get rid of the crackling sound.

"Huh? I've become a heretic?" Li Yue didn't understand the white robe's logic. He thought that not listening to leaflets and not going to church was indeed the right thing to do, otherwise he might have died directly inside.

Li Yue suddenly realized that running away was meaningless, and the only chance was now.

"Oh, thank you very much, I didn't expect the Fractured Construction Site to be connected to a Facemask Society altar…" Li Yue of course recognized that these white robes were believers of the New Church.

If necessary, Hu Ya could even pull in Norton, the Cleaner, to testify for him.

As for the melting human faces just now, it still gave Li Yue a big shock—the believers recruited by the paper mask… once the paper mask died, their ending was quite miserable.

It was mud-like.

Li Yue heard the eight white robes behind him still dismantling the altar, and when he turned around, he looked like several wild beasts gone mad, hammering and biting the altar, stabbing the light in their bodies back into the altar itself.

"He didn't understand what you meant." The white robe shook his head, "Although he's a non-believer, he should also have emotions in his heart, and should be assimilated by the Wailing Mask."

The paper scraps were ignited.

And these mud-like excrement also faded from white, twisting and disappearing.

Obviously, there was no room for discussion…

"Um, yes, the Facemask Society." Li Yue pointed directly at the paper mask next to the altar.

"Hu Ya Feng? Fractured Construction Site?" The white robe seemed to be recalling something.

The white robe thought for a long time, but it seemed that he still didn't understand what Li Yue meant, but asked a very strange question.

There were a total of seven white robes who came down, eight of whom walked to the altar, put away their masks, and checked around the altar.

"If you don't believe it, you can follow that way back, and you can walk to the Fractured Construction Site. My horse is still over there…" Li Yue looked at those white robes and always felt strange. He didn't want to have too much interaction with them.

Li Yue recalled the scene of the paper mask folding at the corner, and thought that the whole tunnel was occupied by it?

Seeing this kind of exorcism method… Li Yue couldn't deny that there was a mixed sense of primitive and novel bewilderment.

It also brought extremely strong pain.

"That altar is also a demon's altar." The white robe approached a little, "Under the influence of the sacrificial text and the altar, he should be more easily assimilated…"