Paper Effigy Maker: I Can Hear the Thoughts of Paper Treasures

I know I'm not worthy of the sequel. Everyone else has their own story to read, unlike me. I'm even hesitant to urge others to read it, becoming a laughable joke. In real life, everyone treats me coldly when things aren't going well. Even online, I know I'm not qualified to read the full story. I want to speak up for myself. I swear to the cold night and the icy walls that I want to join them. But I can't. My God, I'm just a drifting, homeless pumpkin seed in a thick corn and pumpkin soup.

Brother, please give me just one more chapter! I can't take it anymore, please, brother. I feel ants crawling all over me, I feel my whole body shaking, I can't breathe! Please, brother, just one more chapter, just one more chapter, I promise I'll never touch it again! Please, brother, really, just one chapter! I swear I'll never touch this stuff again. I just can't take it anymore. I'm tossing and turning and can't sleep. Brother, please, just one more chapter! Just one chapter!

Why do I have to wait? Why?! How cruel you are! Do you know that your unfinished story is keeping me up at night? The thought of having to wait so long wakes me up in the middle of the night, my hands and feet are ice-cold, I want to struggle but I have no strength. My heart feels like it's been ripped open. Do you even care?

I see so many familiar faces: Manjushri Bodhisattva, the Master of the Red Sand Array, Moonlight Bodhisattva, and many other familiar scenes. The author is really talented; my friends and I all love it.

It's good, keep it up! I like this kind of nurturing/development story.