When my brother came back, he saw my mother holding Fuwa.

He went crazy and used a knife to hack them.

"Paper people... it's all because of you that my child died!"

One stab after another.

My mother wanted to stop him, but her mouth was sealed shut, and she had completely turned into a paper person.

My brother went mad, his eyes filled with horror as he looked around the room, kneeling on the ground.

Trembling, he begged, "Xiulan, it's all their fault... your mother... it has nothing to do with me... please spare me..."

"Master Wang, it was my mother who started the big fire, please don't kill me..."

I stood in front of him, and he finally saw me.

Fear filled his eyes.

"Pan'er, it's your brother's fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have used you as bait for a son..."

Then, like a madman, he raised the sickle in his hand towards himself.

Strange, why was there no blood?

Only some paper limbs and severed hands on the ground.

I found a mirror, stood in front of it, my face pale as paper, cinnabar eyes, and my legs turned into peach wood.

Suddenly, I remembered what Master said to me before,

paper people would protect me.

I recalled the fire that happened decades ago, where Master's family was burned to death, leaving only Master behind.

And the arsonist was still at large.

Master created me, gave me eyes.

In the mirror, the room was bathed in a deep red color, the smell of blood filled the entire room.

I looked at the paper person in the mirror, cinnabar eyes, pale skin, and a hint of a sinister smile.

Mission accomplished!