Help, I've become a paper man

Whether it is a person or a stardust, as long as there is a little hope, they can cheer up, strive for the future, and look forward to tomorrow's development.

Song Yi is one of these people. He woke up the next day, set out refreshed, and faced the bleak life again. Even in this situation, he still had fighting spirit.

day to day.

Even if the monster is upgraded again, the difficulty of fighting it will also increase. Even if Song Yi has Xiao Huang, it will not be easy to solve it. He has to fight hard and try his best to fight it.

Even in the later stage of the Red Rain, when the sky changed and the color gradually darkened, uninterrupted abnormalities began to occur as the monsters attacked.

Even if nightmares appear and whispers spread, the crisis will escalate again.

Even as the difficulty continues to increase, the number of injured people surges, and even more deaths occur, the situation is getting worse.

even though……

Amidst all the hardships, Song Yi had a bad feeling. They never stopped for a moment, but the situation became more and more critical. It seemed that just as the system said, the world beneath their feet was heading towards destruction.

The more Song Yi thought about it, the more unwilling he felt. He even went to find Yan Changyue during his rare break. He was indeed a little in love.

In this situation, you still want to get some spiritual comfort from the other person, but it cannot be said that you are completely wrong.

After all, his idea was half successful.

Because when the two met, Song Yi had only said half of what he wanted to say, and Yan Changyue was urged to work. In the midst of his busy schedule, this man also took a few seconds to take half a step forward and move closer to him.

Through two layers of cloth, his clothes, and Yan Changyue's gloves, her fingertips fell and gently tapped his chest.

It was only a second, a brief touch, and Song Yi subconsciously stepped back, even raising his hands to block between them, as if to refuse the effort.

Seeing this, Yan Changyue did not stay any longer. She smiled and said "see you later", then turned around and left.

No one laughed, and no one discussed it. This embarrassing situation was ignored by everyone because Yan Changyue was there.

Song Yi stayed where he was, and during the two seconds of confusion he thought strangely: There are more than just two layers of cloth... there is another layer, which is thinner and more special.

It was Yan Changyue's hair, which she cut off and gave to him when he went exploring.

Under normal circumstances, even if Song Yi was not obsessed, he would still take two seconds to think about these things, but now he has no time.

During his rare rest time, he did not fall on the bed and have a good sleep, but ran here and was soon caught by Zhao Xian.

It was another new round of battle, but Song Yi didn't mind. As long as they were provided with meals, he and Heitan would be there whenever they were called.

This time it’s not because “fighting is fun”, it’s another situation.

Because the rain had stopped, the sky slowly darkened, turning a dark red, showing a special dusk.

No words or statements were needed, both them and the monsters tried their best to defeat each other before dark.

The two sides were therefore caught in a tug-of-war.

The current situation is: when one side is strong, the other side is weak. No one wants to be defeated, so they work harder.

Anyway, Song Yi is in a state of "fighting for dignity without making any effort".

As soon as he returned to the defense line, he turned into a bow-pulling machine and served as a turret output again.

In this way, stardust is indeed cheap combat power. It does not require oil or electricity to maintain operation. As long as there is no shortage of energy, it can continue to fight.

Song Yi fought seriously, and Zhao Xian knew it. He couldn't let them understand that this man also acted as a mobile nurse and walked among the stardust during the breaks in the battle.

The specific method is... he holds a piece of bread in his hand, and when he passes by a Stardust, and sees that the other party is in low spirits and looks a little weak, Zhao Xian simply raises his hand, grabs a piece of bread, and stuffs it into the other party's mouth.

Although Song Yi's combat effectiveness had been ranked at the forefront without him realizing it, he received the same treatment.

The difference is that when Zhao Xian is free, he will take the time to stop and say to him, "Control yourself, don't transform into a beast. There are many monsters ahead. Even if you can't see or hear clearly, it won't affect you. Save your energy."

When Song Yi heard this, he felt that this concern was worse than no concern at all.

Because when he concentrates on fighting, his body will inevitably fall into excitement, and it is really difficult for Song Yi to control it. After all, his tail is free.

Song Yi ignored it and continued to pull the bow until his wrist felt painful. The rest of his teammates were in the same situation, all of them were tense. There seemed to be no end to the monsters, they kept coming in.

This is the eve of victory, and time seems to be longer.

Song Yi exhaled and moved his shoulders slightly. In the pervasive smell of blood, his nasal cavity was under greater pressure and his head began to feel dizzy.

This time when Zhao Xian passed by and stuffed food into his mouth again, he just bit it tightly and had no motivation to chew.

Most of the people around were like this, but Song Yi had no time to look at them, nor did he have the energy to think. He just kept fighting.

Even if someone fell in front, it brought a roar.

Even if a monster rushes towards him and shows its claws.

Song Yi continued shooting until all his arrows were used up, then he switched to a gun, and finally a knife...

He didn't know how long he could hold on, nor how many people fell. It was not until the sky changed color, darkness replaced red, and the monsters began to retreat that everyone gradually stopped.

It was like waking up from a dream. Someone let out a cry, awakening everyone's consciousness, and intermittent crying sounds rang out in the air.

Song Yi put away his weapon, and amidst his crying, his teeth moved and he slowly chewed the bread in his mouth.

It was bitten into pieces and the taste was not very good, but it still had the sweetness of pasta, which was different from the surrounding aroma.

Song Yi exhaled, he looked ahead, but his sight was floating in the air, as if out of focus.

It’s getting dark, and what’s before my eyes is not happiness or joy, nor a happy ending…

There were heavy casualties, cries and requests for help, fighting was not a romantic thing.

Song Yi felt tired and only then did he notice his condition. His breathing became heavier due to the continuous fighting.

He raised his voice and asked everyone, "Do you need help?"

Only half of them replied, ignoring his words. Everyone was immersed in their emotions, only Zhao Xian was still there, throwing the towel to him and saying:

"After the fight, there's no rush to clean up. Just wipe it off first."

Song Yi was forced to take the towel, but still shook his head firmly. When he was about to say something, he turned his gaze and saw a familiar figure.

The little bird was running hurriedly through the crowd.

Song Yi turned his wrist, stuffed the towel back, and without saying anything else, turned around and ran, following Xiao Que.

He shouted the other person's name to attract attention, but such shouting was not unusual at this moment.

His voice was covered and he became one of them.

The crowd became more crowded, with survivors, people looking for someone, and people reuniting...

Everyone was huddled together, crying and shouting, expressing their emotions. Song Yi went against the flow of people, pushed aside the crowd, and chased after Xiao Que.

His healing wound split open again in the crowd, and although no blood flowed out, his body responded with a feeling of blood loss, which made him feel dizzy.

It was not until they were almost home that Song Yi realized that he had run all the way back and did not go to the hospital. Xiao Que took him to his residence.

Through the thin door panel, there were faint sounds coming from inside.

He hesitated for two seconds, then pushed the door open.