Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 384 Postman

"Wait! Wait! Calm down first!" Song Yi raised his arms and kept shouting, trying to push through the crowd and squeeze inside.

However, the people in front of him were even more excited, and he failed to get close to them several times.

There was rarely any progress, as the conflict escalated once again. When the curses penetrated the crowd, that passionate voice was like a basin of cold water, which calmed everyone down.

Song Yi was also included. He was restrained for a few seconds. The strength in his hands eased a little, and he stopped rushing forward. He only heard a voice shouting:

"Anyone can persuade me to stop, but you don't deserve it!"

"If you have a dead soul on your hands, don't pretend to be a Bodhisattva!"

There was a lot of information in the words. Even though Song Yi did not have enough information, he could still taste some of the flavor from the consecutive words, not to mention everyone's reactions, which were all expressed at close range.

With Ying Ru Shi as the center, a violent incident is about to take place.

Song Yi was almost squeezed out, but because they were "his own people", he couldn't break the situation violently, and his martial power was restricted as a result.

Just as he was anxious and in the chaos around him, a loud shout suddenly rang out, not from them, but from the other side, starting from the gate and spreading into the camp.

"Expedite! Expedite! Expedite!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and, sensing a sense of crisis, turned to look at the source of the sound.

I saw a young girl, covered in blood, running into the camp, her body shaky a little, but she still held up the letter and kept shouting.

The shocking scene of them appearing in the safe zone like this is still very deterrent. At least it is more dangerous than people like them who are angry, noisy, and want to fight, but cannot be killed.

For a moment, only the girl's voice echoed in the air.

So much so that whenever someone spoke, even a whisper, it could be heard by everyone.

"It's the postman."

Someone said this, and the slowed down movements stopped, and the excited emotions just now also dissipated in the air.

Their eyes met, with some inexplicable emotion, like speculation, and like vigilance.

No matter which one it is, it is a good thing for Song Yi.

The gathered crowd dispersed, and with a little effort he was able to go against the flow of people and approach Ying Ru.

The good news is that Ying Rushi is still alive, able to stand on his own, and has no obvious injuries.

But the bad news was that after this torture, there were traces of fists, kicks and weapons on Ying Rushi's body, mostly on her clothes.

When Song Yi approached, there were several other people approaching him and talking to the "victim", but when Song Yi approached, those people also followed the crowd and left.

Only Ying Ru was left standing in the same position, from being the "pretending guy" just now to being in such a miserable state now.

Just as Song Yi worried, but now that his guess has come true, Song Yi does not feel happy.

He sighed, took the initiative to reach out his hand, supported Ying Rushi, and asked:

"You should know that now is not a peaceful time, and it is not suitable for cosplay. What are you thinking? Do you want to imitate Zhigui?"

Ying Rushi laughed and asked, "How do you know that I am imitating Zhigui, not Zhigui imitating me?"

These are different viewpoints, and they are indeed very confusing. Even though Song Yi doesn't buy it and doesn't believe it at all, he still discovers different meanings from the words.

He suddenly realized that this man did it on purpose. He was well aware of the danger, but still used himself to attract fire.

"You're a little crazy."

Song Yi sighed, and seeing that the other party didn't look up, he simply bent down and tilted his head to look at Ying Rushi's face.

He should have guessed it. Before this, they met for the first time during the competition. He knew a lot about this guy, who was doing cosplay.

...or Liu Ruyan's version.

"So, why do you like to imitate others?" Song Yi asked again.

Ying Rushi didn't answer, but finally raised her head, looked at Song Yi, and smiled.

The originally elegant face now had bruises on it, giving it a sense of brokenness; even when smiling, it looked somewhat pitiful.

Song Yi shuddered, and his memory resurfaced, overlapping with the current scene. He clearly remembered that this person was better than his teacher, and even more pretentious than Liu Ruyan...

He immediately began to search the space, grabbed an ice pack from it, and pressed it on Ying Rushi's face, right at the purple spot, and immediately heard an inhalation sound.

"That's enough. The show is over now. I'm the only one in the audience. I don't need to perform for now... But then again, you got beaten up after all. They came here to show their concern. Why are you leaving so soon?"

Ying Rushi raised her hand, took the ice pack, and replied, "Yes, they saw that I was fine, so they left first."

Song Yi was shocked and said, "Good fellow, you are not popular either."

Ying Rushi tilted her head and pressed the ice pack against her face. While applying the ice, she responded casually:

"Yes, you just heard it. My previous contractor did some wrong things. I also made mistakes."

"Even now, I have made a pact with Zhigui, and what I did in the past has always been there... Even my own family members may not believe me."

As Ying Rushi was talking, he looked at Song Yi again and laughed softly. The vague sense of loss he had felt before gradually became clearer with this narration.

Song Yi looked at him and slowly took a half step back. At the same time, doubt and speculation appeared on his face.

It's not that he doubted the content. Even if he ignored the authenticity, this content alone...

"No, wait, you're telling me this? Is this the kind of relationship we have?" Song Yi asked.

Ying Rushi blinked and laughed again, more realistically this time, but said, "Playing the victim."

Song Yi rolled his eyes in response. He had mastered this action and could at least replicate 80% of Jasmine's "I'm too lazy to scold you" attitude.

After saying this, Song Yi waved his hand, turned around and was about to leave, saying:

"I don't buy it. You go find the boss. Maybe he'll like it. I'll go too, join in the fun, and see what the postman says."

Ying Rushi didn't refute, nor did she agree. She stared at his back and said inexplicably:

"My opinion is that you'd better not go. In the next few days, if you have free time, you'd better rest in the dormitory, don't meddle in other people's business, and don't ask too many questions."

Song Yi did not answer, nor did he take it to heart. He chased after him as he said, but he was still a step too late. He did not hear any new information and had to watch a live treatment first.

The postman was injured in more than one place, but she managed to make it to the camp. Due to the long journey and even though she had special medicine, there were too many monsters and each time her wound opened again during the battle before it could heal.

When telling this story, the postman's tone was calm, as if he was talking about someone else.

That kind of indifferent temperament towards life and death instantly conquered everyone. Standing in the crowd, Song Yi could clearly hear these passionate young people, who deliberately lowered their voices but still uttered bursts of exclamations.

What impressed him was that when the anesthetic in the camp ran out and the wound was being sutured, the girl's eyes did not change, only the tail end of her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

Really strong and calm!

After Song Yi finished expressing his feelings, he heard the other party ask where Yan Changyue was.

At this point, it is obvious who the recipient is.

He finally couldn't help it, raised his right hand, and when the other party looked at him, he asked:

"What kind of letter is it?"

The postman said, "I want to see Yan Changyue, just let him go."

Someone followed up by asking, “Is this a letter asking for help?”

The postman did not answer.

Someone else asked, “Where are you from?”

The postman was silent. The air was quiet for a few seconds. Everyone thought she would not speak, but the girl looked into the distance and spoke slowly:

"The north. I come from the north, from Lingzhi Camp."