And Devil Wind also trusted Jiang Shu without any hesitation, walking past the frozen wall of police officers toward Jiang Shu.
Jiang Shu opened his eyes and looked at the paper figure in front of him, which bore a striking resemblance to Devil Wind.
The paper figure's eyes came to life, entirely different from those initially painted on.
"Jiang Shu... what is this..." the paper version of Devil Wind turned to Jiang Shu, his tone infused with confusion, "I remember I already died."
"Yes, you did die," Jiang Shu nodded in agreement, explaining to Devil Wind, "But I attached your soul to this paper figure, and you resurrected in another form."
"No, not resurrected." Devil Wind shook his head, lifted a paper hand, and observed the blackness gradually forming on it, saying, "I can feel it, my time is short, and I will soon die again, and this death..."
"Perhaps is eternal." He continued, but his tone carried little sentimentality for life.
