Yu Liang turned around and walked into the room he had just exited —— something he should have thought of before.
Even if it was just a small piece of tier-5 rubbish, it was still a derivative of an otherworldly tale, not a presence ordinary tourists could ignore.
Opened the drawer, took out a dead insect, took out a battery, connected the battery, placed it on the paper shell that the paperman had just taken off.
Soon, a flame rose from the paper shell on the ground. Yu Liang put it together with the insect, successfully obtaining a torch, a "candle" he could hold.
He lit a candle with the still-burning ash of the paper shell and then brought the candle close to the face of the paperman lying in the other bed.
As before, without any idle conversation, the paperman on the bed climbed out from under the blanket nimbly, fell on all fours, performed three kowtows and nine bows, then began to kiss Yu Liang's feet…...
