"Eight?" Yi Yao suddenly realized, "Could it be that the remaining eight paper figures are..."
"I think it's very possible," Xiaolan said, "There are ten coffins here, and theoretically there should be ten paper figures. Two of them have turned into ashes, and the remaining paper figures are in the form of this moth.
Appeared again."
"In that case, they are our enemies," Yi Yao frowned and whispered, "No, I think their struggling movements have become more violent."
Xiaolan heard this and looked over.
Yi Yao held three paper moths in his hands. The moths flapped their wings desperately, as if Yi Yao's hands had burned them.
"Wait a minute, I can't catch them anymore," Yi Yao struggled to control the moths, "Let's find something to put them up."
"Something?..." Xiaolan turned around and looked, "What can I find..."
Then, her eyes fell on one of the coffins.
Xiaolan turned her head back and saw Yi Yao looking at the same coffin. The two of them nodded tacitly.
"It's just that these coffins don't have lids," Xiaolan scratched her head, "What can I use as coffin lids?"
"These coffins are not big, we can just push the two coffins together," Yi Yao walked over, "Xiaolan, you grab the paper moth, and I will move the coffins."
"...I'll do it..."
"No," Yi Yao insisted, "You just suffered such a serious injury and cannot do heavy work."
This... is not a heavy job for me.
Xiaolan compromised. She followed Yi Yao and took the three paper moths flapping vigorously from his hand.
Xiao Lan held the three moths in her hands and watched as Yi Yao struggled to lift one of the coffins, then turned the coffin over and placed it upside down on top of the other coffin.
Yi Yao finally finished all this. He clapped his hands tiredly and with a sense of accomplishment, exhaled, and said with a smile, "Okay Xiaolan, let's put them in...Are they struggling harder?"
"
Speaking of which...
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at her tightly clasped hands.
I didn't seem to feel the three moths struggling.
Could it be that...she was suffocated to death by herself?!
Xiaolan was startled and quickly opened her hands.
"Hey, don't let them run away!" Yi Yao was shocked when she saw this, "They are..."
However, those three paper moths did not die, nor did they run away.
The three of them stayed quietly in Xiaolan's hand, shaking their wings peacefully, like butterflies landing in the middle of the petals.
Yi Yao tilted her head in confusion and quickly reacted. She patted the coffin and said, "Quick, Xiaolan, put it in quickly."
"Oh..." Although Xiaolan had a strange feeling, she still walked to the coffin obediently.
Xiaolan put her hands into the coffin, shook it hard a few times, and took her hands out.
"Hey..." Xiaolan looked at the paper moths still in her hand and asked, "Why don't they go away?"
"Just try harder," Yi Yao said cheerfully, "Here, I'll teach you."
I... still need you to teach me how to use strength?
"Just do it like this, shake it hard, remember to use skillful strength, not brute force," Yi Yao demonstrated while using his hands and said, "Do you understand?"
Who do you think can only use brute force?
Xiaolan learned to do it dissatisfied, "Like this?"
"It's almost done," Yi Yao said, "Here, you try it."
Xiaolan sighed and followed Yi Yao's instructions: probe, throw away, and stop.
"They are still there," Xiaolan looked at the three paper moths in her palm and shrugged, "It seems they like me very much."
Just as he was talking, Xiao Lan suddenly felt an itch on the top of his head, as if something had fallen on his hair. Xiao Lan subconsciously raised his head and saw Yi Yao pointing at the top of his head with a dumb expression.
"Xiaolan," Yi Yao said, "Another...another one has arrived."
Another one here?
"Is it...this moth?" Xiaolan asked with wide eyes.
Yi Yao nodded, "Yes, one just flew out of the darkness and landed directly on top of your head."
In the next few minutes, snow-white paper moths kept flying out from the depths of darkness, drawing silver arcs in the air before landing on Xiaolan's body.
After a while, seven paper moths fell on Xiaolan's body, including the three in her hand.
"What...what's going on?" Xiaolan was a little scared.
Yi Yao tried to help Xiao Lan get rid of the paper moths on her body, but after the paper moths flew up, they fell back on Xiao Lan again within a few seconds. Xiao Lan simply turned into a living paper moth trap.
"No, I can't drive it away at all. It's like it's stuck to you." Yi Yao wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the darkness around her. "There is still one last one."
Hearing this, Xiaolan suddenly stopped her movements, rolled her eyes and said, "How about... let them all fall on me?"
"But I'm worried that you may be in danger." Yi Yao said.
"I'm a little worried too," Xiaolan said with a smile, her eyes flashing with self-reflection, "but I'm more curious."
Yi Yao stopped hesitantly, looked away, and immediately looked behind Xiao Lan.
"I saw it," Yi Yao said softly, "the last paper moth flew over."
***
Zhou Ye and Xia Hua sat on the ground blankly, back to back.
Zhou Ye swallowed hard, and the saliva passed through his dry throat, making a "gurgling" sound.
Xia Hua turned her head slightly and said weakly, "Are you very thirsty?"
"I'm... okay," this is a lie, "I can still hold on."
"That's good," Xia Hua's voice was almost broken, "just keep holding on."
"Um."
Neither of them had the energy to continue the conversation. They were quiet for a long time, but Zhou Ye broke the dead silence.
"Sister Xia Hua," Zhou Ye said, "I suddenly remembered... I remember you seemed to have seen something just now. What was that?"
"What did you see?" Xia Hua asked, "When?"
"Before we saw ourselves," Zhou Ye said, "you raised your hand and waved it, as if you were chasing away insects..."
"Ah, at that time," Xia Hua raised her chin slightly and looked into the air, "I was really chasing away insects."
"But where are the bugs?"
"At that time, I had a vision," Xia Hua smiled sadly, "In fact, the vision is following me now, but I already know that it is a vision, so... I don't care."
"Visions?" An uncomfortable feeling emerged in Zhou Ye's mind, "Why do visions occur? Do I...do I also have visions?"
"You didn't," Xia Hua shook her head, "Probably not."
"Then why are you hallucinating?" Zhou Ye quietly moved to Xia Hua, looked at her side face and asked, "Sister Xia Hua, has something happened?"
Xia Hua sat blankly for a few seconds, then nodded numbly.