Li Yue could tear the paper mask into countless pieces, but there was really nothing he could do with the tiny scraps of paper.
Li Yue was flooded with paper scraps. The next step was to block his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and drill in through every hole or gap in Li Yue's body.
It was itchy when it first entered the nostril, but the confetti soon showed its sharp side - they cut the nasal cavity, eyelids and ears, and kept moving inward.
"Why don't you cry...you should cry with me..." The scraps of paper were slapped like a tide, making a loud cry.
You must not cry - Li Yue has been crying since he saw the paper mask. He guessed that once he cried, he would be assimilated by the mask-masking society's beliefs like the dozen or so people nailed to the wall.
Then Li Yue thought of another question.
The paper mask must be casting some kind of magic that can make you cry, right?
But why don't you feel like crying at all?
Could it be that these people who were assimilated by it were beaten and cried?
Soon, Li Yue felt that his body was heavy and began to leak inexplicable liquid.
"Did you hear that? You accepted Hollard's commission and went out at night to investigate the situation at the fracture site, and then you came there." Li Yue pointed to the tunnel where he came from.
Haven't we been assimilated yet?
Li Yue turned around, grabbed the chin of the white robe with one hand, grabbed my shoulder with the other, and tore it open.
The remaining one was interrogating Li Yue: "Those who believe in it, please tell me why he... goes together with the Mask-Hiding Society?"
"He cannot take away your life...but he can take away people's freedom to choose their beliefs..."
Those should be the weak outside of Protestantism.
Since I can't kill this mask now, I might as well run away quickly, go back and bring down the kerosene with a torch, and burn these scraps of paper together with the altar...
"Why, he has nothing to be sad about. Does he need you to help him cry?" Li Yue suddenly became vigilant,
It's like shaving a layer of scalp with a knife. It's more painful than filling the body with confetti and cutting the nasal cavity and ear canal.
But the man in the white robe said no more, with a dull face, he took out the light in his hand and projected it towards Hu Ya.
However, as the light-bearing white robes continued to approach, they gradually disappeared.
"Hiss—" The light shone directly at Li Yue's head. Although Hu Ya moved away, a lock of hair was still burned off.
Li Yue was so burned that the tattoo under his scalp was exposed.
If you are targeted by the Protestants, your movements will be restricted, and everything you do in the future will be in vain. How can you light up the Jinshan Mountain and the Holy City leisurely?
"Since he is not crying, it means that he is a human being and a heretic, and should return to faith..." Baipao murmured, and the light in his hand suddenly weakened.
And just when Li Yue was about to escape around the corner, suddenly the entire tunnel became dislocated and cracked.
But Li Yue hasn't noticed it yet, he just feels that the Protestantism doesn't seem to be too overbearing.
The next second, the confetti turned black and spewed out of the body in strands.
"There is no twisted faith here..." Bai Pao seemed not to have heard Li Yue's explanation. He held the light and walked up to Li Yue, who was completely clothed.
It is estimated that the believers patrolling the streets felt the vibrations in the ground and reported it to the guys, asking us to come up and check it out.
"Why is he crying?"
Obviously all the paper masks have been collected, why didn't even the white robe let go of that one, and he had to cry alone?
Among the dozen or so people being stared at under the wall, our faces began to melt and fall off, gradually turning into skeletons.
Li Yue also took the opportunity to take out Hollard's power of attorney to prove that his procedures were very compliant.
When dealing with demons, there is always no one who can do enough.
The tunnel cracked, the light receded, and the scraps of paper were ignited.
"The Weeping Mask... is a kind of demon. They can arouse people's emotions and then complete the assimilation..." Bai Pao finally explained a little, but his expression was very stubborn.
"Oh...it turned out to be a demon, no wonder it was so angry when I tore it off..." Li Yue thought of the corpse-gathering demon he encountered in Hongyou Town, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be better at physical attacks, which was a bit off.
But he still screwed on Baipao's head.
Immediately afterwards, several people in white robes stepped forward under the light and surrounded the altar on seven sides, also surrounding Li Yue outside.
That paper mask ended the howl.
The light in the tunnel suddenly weakened, and Hu Ya felt pain all over his body.
The already complete paper mask saw the light and reassembled its body, barely putting it back together into a three-dimensional shape like a human face.
Li Yue felt very sick, but he did not miss such a good opportunity to take action. He finally clung to the tunnel wall and evacuated outside.
It is clear that the procedures are complete and the logic is very vague, but he is inexplicably labeled as a heretic?
Judging from our silence, we are obviously on the same level as those handing out leaflets on the streets.
Oh? Is it your own fault for being assimilated?
"Yeah, yes, mask meeting." Li Yue pointed directly at the paper mask next to the altar.
"Hu Yafeng? Fracture site?" Baipao seemed to be remembering something.
Bai Pao thought for a long time, but he seemed to have understood what Li Yue meant, and instead asked a very strange question.
There were seven people in white robes who came up, and eight of them walked to the altar, put away their masks, and looked around the altar.
"I believe they can go back to the fracture site by walking back there. Your horse is still here..." Li Yue looked at those white robes and felt something strange. He wanted to have some contact with us.
Too little interaction.
Li Yue recalled the scene of the paper mask folding at the corner, and wondered whether the entire tunnel was occupied by it?
Seeing that kind of exorcism method... Li Yue had to admit that he felt a sense of confusion that was both original and novel.
It also brings very weak pain.
"That altar is also an altar for demons." Baipao walked closer, "Given the influence of the sacrificial texts and the altar, it should be more difficult for him to be assimilated..."
Small strands of white pulp burst.
Although the tunnel has not broken yet, the broken line of the misaligned tunnel on the opposite side can still be seen.
Li Yue subconsciously wanted to use his speed advantage to get out of the tunnel and escape, but there was no light coming from behind either - the eight people under the altar also took action.
All that was left in the front was a large paper mask with scorch marks, leaning against the altar.
The confetti was set alight.
And these mud-like excrement also faded to white, twisted and disappeared.
Obviously this needs to be discussed...
"Go away..." Li Yue tried his best to swim in the sea of paper, trying to get rid of the crackling sound.
"Huh? Have you become a heretic?" Li Yueyou understood Baipao's logic and thought that it was right to listen to the flyers and go to the church, but he might have died outside.
Li Yue suddenly realized that there was no point in escaping. The only chance was now.
"Oh, thank you very much. I thought that the fracture site is connected to the altar of the Masking Society..." Of course Li Yue recognized those white robes as Protestant believers.
If we don't have to, Hu Ya can't even get Norton, the scavenger, to testify against him.
As for the face melting just now, it still gave Li Yue a big shock - the believers recruited by the paper mask... Once the paper mask dies, we will be in trouble.
In the shape of mud.
Li Yue heard the eight men in white robes in front of him clanging and dismantling the altar. When he looked back, he saw that it was like several crazy beasts, beating and biting the altar, driving the light out of the altar itself.
"Did he understand what you meant?" Baipao shook his head, "Although he is a believer, he should have no emotions in his heart and should be assimilated by the crying mask."