Help, I've become a paper man

Although Song Yi didn't understand, he was still obedient. He did as the other party said, pulled back his hand, and got on the bus with the other party. It was a rare experience for him to evade the fare.

Fortunately, no one cared. Of course, the bad thing was that the driver's seat was empty at that moment.

What's worse is that when Song Yi discovered it, the car had already started and began to move forward.

"This driverless technology...there is no safety guarantee at all!" Song Yi complained in a low voice, but received no reply.

Fortunately, there wasn't any, even though the car was full of people.

He seemed out of place among them.

Otherwise, after they come up, they don’t need to grab anything, just stand in the crowd and rely on others to maintain their balance.

He had to change his mindset, give up on asking Yan Changyue for more information, and take the next step to escape from the bus first.

But the reality was that he was squeezed so hard that he couldn't move, swaying with the crowd, and in the process, he was rubbed with help.

Blood, dirt, rust...

It was rare for Song Yi to think that it was fortunate that his Stardust Physique had been confiscated from him now, otherwise, in this environment, his nose would be the first to suffer, among other things.

"Is this a hearse? Where do you want to take me?" Song Yi asked, and with difficulty stuck his head out and looked at Yan Changyue.

The other party did not raise his head, and said lightly: "Send you home. You have been away for too long. If you continue to let it go, your soul will sink deeper and deeper into the taboo."

This was the first time Song Yi heard such a statement. He couldn't help but ask, "Then what? What happens if I can't go back?"

Yan Changyue smiled and said, "Then, it's no big deal. It's just that your wife can get a new one."

"In your words, an idle account will be managed by the system and directly controlled. In that case, what will happen next will all be determined by the system's choice."

Song Yi's smile froze, and for a moment, he didn't know who to scold.

Scold Noah's Ark? I'm really tired of scolding it. It's not the first day I know what this thing looks like.

Scold the person in front of him? ...After all, he is Yan Changyue.

Song Yi felt the movement of the car in silence. In the process, he was gradually surrounded by water vapor and felt the increasing wetness.

The accompanying odor was getting stronger and stronger, as if we were driving into a morgue.

Song Yi didn't ask any more questions, because the part he was curious about was soon presented directly in front of him.

The vehicle moved slowly, and the bodies of the passengers on it also began to change.

Like a porcelain doll, its body slowly solidifies, then turns into "weathering", and then begins to shatter bit by bit along the cracks.

For a moment, smoke and dust were everywhere. Song Yi was in the middle of it and was trapped in the current situation. Not only did he close his eyes, he also didn't dare to speak.

Help! It was like a cremation site, and he had mistakenly entered the crematorium! Song Yi wailed in his heart, but his movements became more conservative.

He almost froze in place, worried that he might accidentally bump into someone and end up in a disaster.

A familiar voice sounded during the shaking. Yan Changyue initiated a conversation and took the initiative to say:

"You have discovered that there is something wrong with this world. Not only here, but the entire world you live in is about to die."

"Like a rotten orange, the peel is damaged, but instead of throwing it away, some people try to sew it up with needle and thread, which results in more problems when the skin and flesh are pierced."

Song Yi covered the lower half of his face and asked sullenly, "You said that the separation between me and the world here was caused by human beings while I was saving the world?"

Yan Changyue didn't answer for a while. Song Yi felt strange. He forced his eyes open and looked at the other person, only to see a smiling face.

There was no gentleness or calmness on it, but instead it was cold, as if there was a raging fire, and a vague hatred...

Yan Changyue said: "Be bolder, think about purgatory, don't ignore it."

"You already know that after death, Stardust will be transformed into a monster under the influence of Purgatory. Then, the other parts should not be difficult to guess, right?"

The vehicle was still moving and the shaking became more and more obvious. During this process, the passengers suffered obvious injuries.

Just looking at them with the naked eye would cause a phantom pain, but they remained silent, like a silent statue, even though they became unrecognizable in the process.

There was no movement, no expression, just letting the body change, waiting for it to weather, with the limbs slowly falling off the body in the form of dust.

Once spots appear on a human face, it looks even more hideous. Song Yi no longer pays attention to this.

After all, in front of him was Yan Changyue's face. It was shaking, slowly approaching, and also slowly... falling into a weathered state.

Song Yi swallowed hard. His throat was a little dry. He opened his mouth for a moment, but could hardly make a sound. He only uttered a dry "ah", as if he was half a beat slow in agreeing with Yan Changyue's words.

Yan Changyue continued: "If this world is a rotten orange, then Purgatory is the rotten meat, and Stardust is the thread that wants to repair the orange."

"But when the needle is threaded, it will pierce the skin and flesh, causing new damage, and coupled with the natural decay of the orange..."

"The threads themselves will also be damaged. When they are obviously damaged, they are more likely to be stained by rotten flesh, and finally, they become monsters."

As they talked, the distance between them continued to narrow, and the dust falling from Yan Changyue's face would land on Song Yi's neck.

It was the same coldness as the hand, giving Song Yi a feeling that the person in front of him and everyone in the car were already dead.

Combined with his dream...

"Yan Changyue, before this world, did we... uh, die first?" When Song Yi asked, his voice was softer than before, and the pitch was lower, like a murmur in a dream.

...It also seems to be carrying some kind of expectation.

Yan Changyue will know, and this person knows it too.

In this situation, if his Yan Changyue were there, he would not comfort her, but would process the words while telling the story so that people would be more receptive when they heard them.

But not this one.

Yan Changyue smiled and said, "We are all going to die anyway, so why are you still struggling? Can't you stay here and face the destined future?"

The world fell silent. The car body began to deform. More bodies scattered. The floating dust melted and glowed in the air.

It was like fairy dust shaken off from the wings of elves, making the horrific scene look a little dreamy, more like the kingdom of the dead.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, smiled as he swayed, and said softly:

"...Thank you, thank you for this place, for letting me see the 'possibility'."

Happy Yan Changyue, joyful Yan Changyue, Yan Changyue who takes off her formal suit and lives in the sunshine... He wanted such an ending and was reluctant to give up.

Yan Changyue also laughed, and when he spoke again, the smell of blood filled the air. After wetting the cloth, it slowly spread, and the cracks on his body widened.

"Hello, Song Yi...Long time no see, Song Yi..."

Yan Changyue spoke slowly, his expression going blank. Song Yi didn't need to experience the awkwardness this time to clearly feel that the person in front of him was not his Yan Changyue.

The air was filled with flying dust, the glass began to shatter, and the iron plates began to twist as if they were being squeezed, and there was a creaking sound in my ears.

Death is on the way.

Song Yi could feel the pain in his shoulder, and he could also feel his soul rising. It seemed that as the other party said, he was on his way home.

In the last few seconds, he patiently asked, "Besides that? Is there anything you want to say? Not to me, but to others, to speak up for yourself."

The person in front of him had a mottled face and his appearance could not be seen. Even his facial features were gone. However, in the calm, his head began to move and he even made sounds again.

First, he said softly, "...I feel so lonely."

He suddenly raised his voice and began to scream, "It hurts so much! Why me! Why me!"

Suddenly, dust flew everywhere and there was an explosion. Song Yi was thrown backwards by the impact, and his back hit something, stopping his retreat.

He heard the sound of smashing.

Something is wrong! Something is wrong!