Help, I've become a paper man

This doesn't look like Yan Changyue. Song Yi stared at the statue, thinking this, with regret in his eyes.

The next moment, the statue seemed to sense something and retreated, and its outstretched arms dropped down, as if the machine had entered standby mode directly when encountering an emergency. Song Yi was also stunned by this, and didn't understand whether he had accepted the mission now.

Song Yi asked: "So what? Where is the flower? Whose blood is used?"

He began to suspect the possibility that this thing was related to Yan Changyue. After all, his elegant boss Yan was not a riddle-teller. He always told him everything he knew, unlike the stone in front of him. He only said two sentences in total and went straight away after that, without even leaving him time to answer questions. It was hard to believe that he had nothing to hide.

"To put it bluntly, can we still chat? If not, I'll have to go back to work as a cleaner at the swimming pool." Song Yi said in a perfunctory tone, and his words didn't seem to be intimidating, but they actually worked, and the voice of the statue rang out again.

It said, "You have seen her, and no one will enter there again."

Song Yi said "Oh" and asked, "So who is she?"

The statue fell silent again, still with that peaceful sleepy look on its face, which made Song Yi want to kick it. However, this was the last day, and Song Yi barely controlled the thought of resolving the issue by force. However, he couldn't help but move his steps and walk closer to the statue.

Song Yi asked: "What is her relationship with Yan Changyue?"

The statue laughed and asked, "Why don't you ask him about Yan Changyue?"

Song Yi said as a matter of course: "Of course he is not here, are you stupid?"

The meaningless conversation stopped here. The statue seemed to be speechless. It even stopped laughing. It stood there expressionlessly. After a few seconds of silence, it continued:

"The end of the day requires night. The night that belongs here smells of blood and needs the blood of life to open the curtain of the night."

Song Yi asked: "In other words, it has to be bloody before it ends on the fourth day?"

As he spoke, his eyes swept across the statue and shifted towards the door. Even though he kept a distance, he could still smell a fishy smell coming from outside. Those monsters with a thin layer of flesh completely met the statue's requirements. When he realized this, he immediately decided on his next course of action.

But the statue opened its eyes again, smiled and emphasized: "Your blood, or her blood."

Song Yi was silent for two seconds, then sighed and said, "No... We are stardust. Although it looks like blood, you know, we are stardust. It's no different from you chewing a piece of green plant and chewing out green juice."

Even in the case of a one-shot kill, this step would not occur. Song Yi continued to mutter in his mind.

The statue nodded and said gently, "That will cost the life of one of you."

Song Yi was silent for a moment. After a few seconds, he said with emotion: "I suddenly began to like the way you were a riddle man just now. Sometimes, you don't have to be so straightforward when speaking."

The statue didn't say anything, but just raised its chin slightly. Amid the subtle friction sounds, it looked at Song Yi with an unchanged smile. There was also a hint of encouragement on the carved face, and coupled with the empty eye sockets, a sense of horror quietly spread.

Although it said "need help", it was obviously not a doll that needed help. It was the boss of the copy, the winner who defeated the black monster day by day, and the final level that Song Yi and his friends had to pass.

Song Yi stared at it, no longer speaking or moving, but carefully examining the statue. He could easily find familiar traces on it. It seemed to be carefully made according to Yan Changyue's existence. It looked like Yan Changyue, and its voice was similar. Now, as the conversation continued, even its tone and actions were gradually approaching the original.

"To be honest, this is a bit annoying, but I accept your suggestion," Song Yi said.

The statue laughed out loud, and spread its right hand in the air. The next second, a wine glass appeared out of thin air on it, followed by dark red wine flowing out of the void and falling steadily into the glass. Then it held the wine glass and made a toast to Song Yi, but did not intend to drink it itself. Instead, it said: "Please, accept my blessing and bring the night."

Song Yi originally had no intention of taking it, but as the statue approached, the wine glass was almost hitting his face, not to mention that at the same time, the door slammed shut, with a total gangster attitude of "don't leave without drinking". Song Yi was so angry that he laughed, but he couldn't help cursing in his heart that this thing was not as good as Boss Yan at all.

He said "Okay" and stretched out his hand towards the statue, but his fingertips did not touch the wine glass. Instead, he grabbed the statue's wrist and pulled it towards himself. At the same time, Song Yi raised his right leg and hit the statue's abdomen with his knee. His wrist also turned, leading the other party to turn the wine glass around and pour it directly into the statue's mouth. Song Yi completed a forced drinking in reverse.

The statue struggled a little slower and drank some before it was able to throw the glass aside. Their hands also separated slightly, and Song Yi could see more clearly that there were still some wine stains on the pale face, which made the contrast look brighter.

Song Yi made a "tsk" sound, and just as his consciousness probed into the infinite firepower, the statue took another step forward, almost sticking to him, and hugged him. While Song Yi was stunned, the statue's cheek touched Song Yi's skin, and the wet liquid wet Song Yi's collar and rubbed against his chin. The aroma of wine that penetrated into his nose seemed to be even stronger.

"Luck is uncontrollable." The statue spoke without breathing. Its lips opened and closed, and there was no vibration on its cheeks. Its slightly cool skin was gradually warming up due to the contact, but the smell of a dead object was still strong.

Before Song Yi could think about it, he felt the warmth in his abdomen. The sharp blade cut through his flesh and slowly sank into his stomach. This was a sharp blade under the warmth. It was the energy of stardust. In the copy, it also appeared as blood. It flowed down the blade, wet the statue's hand, and fell to the ground.

Song Yi heard a "clang" sound. Without any system prompt, he could feel the invisible force spreading through his flesh and blood in his body, retaining the breath of life. He realized that this was the achievement. The Broken Cauldron took effect automatically. The first time it was used, it gave him enough ability to resist.

The statue said: "Countless deaths have tried to drag me into the abyss or the deep sea. It makes little difference. They all want me to drown in agony."

Song Yi did not answer. With a smile on his lips, he grasped the statue's wrist with his left hand again. He did not pull out the knife. Instead, while the skill was taking effect, he pushed the knife deeper, making their bodies stick together. The statue was a little unbelievable and stopped where it was for a moment, without taking the next step.

But Song Yi had a follow-up. In an atmosphere that was almost like rubbing one's ear against another, he retracted his raised right hand and placed it on the statue's ear. The next moment, a gunshot rang out, and the hard yet fragile statue shattered. The head smashed in front of Song Yi, but the laughter of "Yan Changyue" echoed in the air.

"Congratulations to the player for surviving for four days and completing the dungeon "His Nightmare". The dungeon will be teleported out in ten minutes. Please be prepared."

"Reward calculation in progress..."