Help, I've become a paper man

No voice answered him.

The bell stopped ringing, the card fell to the ground, Song Yi walked forward and picked it up.

The card surface has returned to normal and is no longer glowing. At first glance, it still looks gray and has lost all its brilliance. It's probably the difference from a flash card to a regular card.

"Are you okay?" Mu Yun asked.

Song Yi came back to his senses, pinched the card and threw it, then turned to look at the other party. Mu Yun looked a little embarrassed. Although his wounds had healed, his clothes were still torn and bloodstained. At this time, he was just standing with a sword in his hand, and he looked damaged in battle...

"I'm fine, the goat was in trouble," said Song Yi.

Mu Yun shook his head and consoled him, "Xingchen can be resurrected. He must have his own considerations for choosing to do so. You don't have to worry."

Song Yi sighed, pulled the hem of his clothes to wipe the dust off the cards, and did not answer Mu Yun's words.

Rather than "worrying about the goat", he was more worried about the goat's "consideration". If the child's enthusiasm for mentioning God and watching him was just childish, it would be a good thing. But according to the information he knew, the goat's father was a scientific researcher and quite paranoid. So the goat...

"Do you think there are gods in this world?" Song Yi asked. Just after he finished speaking, he realized something from Mu Yun's difference and added:

"It's about the God that exists now, not the one we are striving for."

Mu Yun shook his head and said, "I don't know, some information is blocked, maybe..."

The conversation stopped here and Mu Yun didn't continue, but Song Yi understood what he meant. He probably wanted him to ask Yan Changyue. In other words, Mu Yun also felt that there was a reason, but he didn't know the details.

Song Yi was thinking when there was a "click" sound behind him, like someone pressed a switch, or something was being broken. They looked over with confusion and just happened to see Du Lin's changes.

The boy's body was shaking, and a wound appeared on his body, spanning across his abdomen, almost cutting him in half. Even though he covered it with his hands, some broken organs mixed with blood fell to the ground.

"Du Lin?" Song Yi shouted as he walked over, his steps were not fast, and the gun was back in his hand.

The next moment, Du Lin's eyes rolled back, and his body fell backwards. Then his flesh collapsed, and he no longer had the strength to support himself. It was obvious that he had died.

Song Yi stopped and felt a chill running down his spine and into his brain. He shivered unconsciously and even his breathing slowed down.

His instant reaction had nothing to do with courage. It was the subconscious feeling that arises when a person faces the death of a fellow being, even though he was using Stardust's body at the time.

"Du Lin...?" he called again.

Du Lin did not answer, but his body reacted. To be precise, it was the dead body that was wriggling, and the flesh began to crack, as if a layer of skin was being shed. Then, a hand stretched out from the crack.

In the terrifying atmosphere, Song Yi stopped. He finally determined that this man would not survive. Then a new question arose: what was inside?

He stood there, with the muzzle of the gun lowered, aimed at the hand, and moved with it. Soon, Song Yi's doubts were answered.

First it was the hands, then the head, then the neck and shoulders. It was a human-shaped thing that slowly stretched open Du Lin's body and crawled out. When it struggled to get up, it fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound. Immediately, body fluids splashed everywhere, wetting the surrounding ground.

Song Yi took a half step back and looked at Mu Yun. They both saw a hint of disgust in each other's eyes.

At the same time, the thing raised its head with difficulty, and after shaking its head twice, it began to move using its hands and feet, crawling towards Song Yi, its body dragging on the ground, leaving a dark line.

Song Yi stepped back again to avoid its approach. The classroom was exceptionally quiet. Apart from the sound of footsteps, the only sound left was the friction between skin and the ground. The latter was even more subtle, mixed with a faint sound of water, which was the blood being squeezed out while moving.

For a moment, Song Yi found it difficult to tell whether the emotion that prevailed was "disgust" or "fear," or maybe both.

After all, it is still hard to accept such a thing lying down to find you.

"Brother, you, uh, your thing is glowing." Song Yi just opened his mouth and wanted to call Mu Yun for help. He couldn't handle it himself, then he saw the light. The handheld mirror lit up again, emitting a "can contact" signal.

This is the reason why they stayed, more important than the enemy. At least for Song Yi.

At this moment, he still felt that he could handle it, but before he knew it, Song Yi had already approached the door.

Even though there was a missing part in the building, when his back was close to the original position of the "door", the moment he took that step, his feet were still hanging in the air, a hand appeared out of thin air, with tiny fingertips falling down and pressing on the back of his neck, and with a little force, he pushed Song Yi back into the room.

Song Yi shook, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he jumped to the side, turning his head and looking behind him.

The empty corridor was pitch black, with layers of mucus sticking to the walls. At the moment the ghost "died", its body exploded, forming the current situation - the corridor looked like it had been repainted, and it also looked like it had become the intestines of a monster.

Song Yi sighed, unable to tell which side was more difficult. There were strange things in the corridor, and it wasn't bad to have one in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Mu Yun fiddled with the mirror and reminded him: "I don't know how to use this. It will take some time. If it doesn't work, just shoot."

Song Yi said with difficulty: "I'm scared, I think it... will burst."

Mu Yun didn't understand, and Song Yi didn't explain again. The two of them had their own jobs, one studying props, and the other circling around with ghosts. In the small classroom, they created a "busy" atmosphere with just the two of them and the ghost.

After a few minutes, the ghost stopped and did not move anymore. It lay there quietly with its face against the ground.

Song Yi also slowly stopped and stared at that place for half a minute before he sighed, "It looks like there's no power."

When there is no threat, it looks better just lying there. Of course, it would be better if it changed its appearance.

Thinking of this, Song Yi said again: "Okay, since Du Lin is dead, you are now Du Lin No. 2."

He mentioned it casually and jokingly. Even though Mu Yun frowned after hearing it, he did not remind Song Yi "not to say such things" out of politeness.

But neither of them expected that as soon as Song Yi finished speaking, another voice sounded, saying muffledly:

"Not number two."

Song Yi was startled, took two steps closer to the ghost, and asked, "Is he resurrecting from the dead?"

The thing didn't say anything. The distance between them was not far. Song Yi asked as he walked. After a few seconds, he stopped in front of the other party. He was about to bend down to check when the ghost suddenly looked up and looked at Song Yi. The two eyes looked at each other.

Song Yi saw it again. It was a bloody face with pieces of flesh still torn apart.

He took another step back, clenched his pistol, suppressed his impulse and did not shoot, but his fingers began to move, as if he was eager to try.

"What...are you?" Song Yi asked.

The ghost gave a short laugh and replied, "I'm Du Lin, also the boy with glasses."