A few rays of sunlight slipped through the cracks in the window, tracing several lines of light in the dark room.
The Paperman remained motionless.
"Sir?"
"Get up and at 'em!"
Chu Fan called out twice more.
Finally, the Paperman trembled slightly, slowly unfurled, and straightened up.
It was no bigger than the palm of a hand, yet it was strikingly lifelike. As its joints moved, it seemed to gain a spark of life.
The Paperman slowly floated up, its voice transmitting, "Do not resist. I must attach myself to you and borrow your body to cast a technique."
With that, it flew straight over and stuck itself to Chu Fan's forehead.
An unfamiliar consciousness quietly seeped into Chu Fan's mind.
The next moment, Chu Fan felt as if his own consciousness had been imprisoned in a dark dungeon, his control over his body vanishing in an instant.
"Don't panic. Just relax."
Yue Mankong's voice echoed in his mind.
