Help, I've become a paper man

Xuanyunduo responded and affirmed Song Yi's suggestion. They bypassed the group of humanoid creatures, left from the gate, and stepped onto the road in the village again. Compared with the grand construction of the ancestral hall, the ground in the village was older. This difference was more clearly felt at this time.

Song Yi was thinking, and when she heard many voices, she asked, "Aren't you curious about Yan Changyue?"

Song Yi choked up at these words. He looked at Xuanyunduo, hesitant to speak. It was hard to describe his feelings. It was like he accidentally traveled through time and space to become the son of the Regent King. He was pampered with money, but had to listen to others scolding his "cheap dad" for being so bad. After listening to them, there was no specific incident. It was as if he was simply following the crowd and resisting...

Xuanyunduo said: "Okay, I'm curious."

She was a straightforward child who never made things difficult for herself. She would ask questions whenever she wanted and would point to the house next door, indicating that she wanted to explore. Song Yi nodded to show that he understood, and just as he turned around and walked towards the other room, she grabbed his skirt and pulled him towards the same room.

Alarm bells rang in Song Yi's mind.

Xuanyunduo asked: "Compared to him, I am... a little worried about you. Have you let others know that Yan Changyue has planted his own anchor in your body?"

The alarm that had just sounded was completely ineffective. Song Yi tried to think urgently, but still felt a blank in his mind. He knew every word and understood the vocabulary, but when put together they seemed extremely unfamiliar. He uttered a questioning "ah" and then there was no more sound.

Xuanyunduo opened the door, walked in, and continued, "I'm also surprised that the master can plant anchor points in Stardust's body. This was just a rumor before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Song Yi listened to her and gradually calmed down. He had never heard of the rumors, but now that he was directly diagnosed, he could guess some information.

He asked, "Why do you think Yan Changyue planted the anchor? Is it because I was sober? Maybe I used props."

Xuanyunduo was stunned when he heard this, then heaved a sigh of relief and said, "That's true. After all, the Yan family is a big family with a lot of wealth, so there's no need to put yourself in danger..."

Song Yi walked around the room, which was filled with nothing but dust, and just as he found a wooden box and was about to open it, he heard this and said "Hey" to express his protest, then continued with his previous actions, being more gentle to avoid crushing the wood.

Xuanyunduo had just squatted down and was looking under the table, still trying to explain: "I'm not saying you're bad, it's just... we are stardust, floating in the sea of ​​stars, caught by Noah's Ark, and our existence in this world depends entirely on the contract. The master is our anchor. Haha, we will fight for those who are willing to sacrifice their lives for us."

It was rare for her to talk so much, and she even became happier and happier as she spoke, her voice rising. Not caring that Song Yi didn't answer, she continued, "Even though it's like this, some masters don't have strong power, some masters say 'willing' but it's not true, and some don't know how to do it at all... For example, we just listen to the story."

Xuanyunduo's voice gradually became lower, as if she was feeling depressed for herself. When Song Yi walked to her side, she just stood up and saw Song Yi spread out the wooden box in his hand. Her eyes widened for a moment, just like Song Yi's expression just now.

There is a grain of rice inside.

The two were speechless for a moment, and Xuanyunduo came to the conclusion and said, "Change to another one."

Song Yi turned around, and after they went out, they looked at two more houses, which were even worse than this one. There were only two or three pieces of furniture covered with thick dust, and there was no clue at all.

Xuanyunduo suggested searching in another area. Although this area was close to the ancestral hall, the living conditions were really poor. If the whole village was like this, the ancestral hall would not have the funds to build such a large one. Of course there were rich people there, at least their living conditions were better than here. Song Yi suddenly thought of Duan. Not only did this person not catch up, but there was another reason, which was his residence. The place where he lived was obviously more high-end.

As soon as this idea was put forward, Xuanyunduo immediately expressed his agreement. Without staying any longer, they walked towards Duan's residence.

The road returned to silence, and Song Yi asked: "Boss, why do you think it is an anchor point? Do you have a more specific explanation?"

He now called "Boss" crisply, and Duoduo was half a beat slower. He replied stupidly: "Ah, you mentioned props, I thought you knew... It is indeed because you stayed awake. It is said that Yan Changyue's ability requires strong mental strength, so that most illusions are ineffective on him. People who have been implanted with anchors can use some of the other party's abilities and skills, but that is just a rumor, and I don't know the details."

Song Yi's heart skipped a beat. He casually mentioned the word "props", but he actually knew that he had not used the props just now. The reason he was out of control was probably because of the anchor point planted by Yan Changyue. Thinking of this, after entering the copy, he would think of Yan Changyue frequently, and there seemed to be a clue.

Although his thoughts were in a mess, he still smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood. The topic ended there, and the two of them soon arrived at their destination. This time he walked in front and opened the door. There was no crisis, and they walked into the room again. There was not much difference between the inside and the outside world, but this was the biggest problem. There was no dust, and the cleanliness revealed a little warmth, as if someone cleaned it regularly.

They looked at each other, and even though they were exploring separately, they still maintained a certain distance to ensure that they could return to defend in time.

He checked the furnishings in the living room one by one. They were no different from those in the outside world. There were no daily necessities and no signs of human habitation. Then he opened the bedroom door. Song Yi had not carefully observed the situation inside. After opening the door, he first looked at Xuanyunduo. When he saw her nod, he knew that there was not much difference here. The two of them rummaged around in the small room. The same situation occurred again. There were no daily necessities such as bedding, and the furniture was new, as if it had never been used.

They had to face the reality that there was no gain in this house either.

Xuanyunduo shook his head and asked, "Let's go?"

Song Yi was about to agree, but at the moment when the two were about to go out, he suddenly remembered something, stopped and looked at the courtyard. In the originally green place, there was no trace of plants, only uneven soil.

"Something's not right." Song Yi still said, as if he was struggling to accept the fact that the first round of exploration had yielded nothing.

Xuanyunduo asked: "What do you doubt?"

Her voice was full of trust. Obviously, the incident in the temple had made her realize the sharpness of Song Yi's "feelings".

Song Yi took out two shovels from the endless firepower, threw one to her, and started digging the soil with the shovel. He had a hunch that there was something wrong here, as the area of ​​the land was not small. The two of them dug for ten minutes, and sweat just started to break out. Xuanyunduo suddenly let out an "eh", and Song Yi walked over to see that she was pulling up a metal object, which took a lot of effort.

He followed and dug away the surrounding obstructing soil, used a shovel to support the ground, and pushed it up together with the soil. The rest of the work was even simpler. They were not doing archaeology, so precision was not required. The action of digging away the soil was inevitably rough, but Song Yi's movements gradually slowed down, and Xuanyunduo also took a breath, squatted down and poured out the dug soil.

This was a pot, with a stone slab at the bottom. The words on it were blurred, and it seemed to be someone's tablet. When Song Yi put it back into the pot, Xuanyunduo moved it back and put a dirty piece of soil in it.

Song Yidu took a closer look and could barely make out something different from the mud; it was a child's head.

For a moment, they were silent for a few seconds, and at the same time put the pot back into the hole they had just dug.

Song Yi said: "...I was wondering what the excessive heat during the day means."

Xuanyueduo said: "Drought?"

He continued: "Yes, then what do the monks in this temple represent?"

Speaking of this, Song Yi felt a chill, and he suddenly remembered that the tall and thin man might not be thin, but just without flesh and blood?

The thoughts are too abrupt, they pop up in my mind and are difficult to dispel. The chaotic information is disrupted and reorganized in my brain, piecing together more bizarre content.

Famine, drought, wells, ancestral halls, temples, immortality, immortal villagers...