Help, I've become a paper man

When Song Yi was almost approaching the stairs, he heard a sound and looked back. The wooden table collapsed to the ground. Next to it was a pair of pale fingers. The fingertips were stuck in the concrete floor. The slender arms were supported and slowly left the ground with the "turtle shell". The thing had just crawled up, and its head was still twisted. One eye looked at Song Yi, and the eyeball turned half a circle during the stare. It didn't look like a living thing.

He raised his hand, pulled the trigger at the eye, and fired several shots in succession, aiming at the same position. When it raised its head, each bullet did not fall on the same position as expected, but the hitting points were close to each other, and also followed its movement, making a "da da" sound and falling to the ground one by one.

The eyes that looked over were still lifeless, like beautiful gems, maintaining a single solid color, and likewise, there were no scars.

Obviously the bullets were ineffective, at least this gun couldn't break the defense. Song Yi took a breath, and without time to change another gun to try again, he threw the gun back into the infinite firepower, quickened his pace, jumped onto the stairs in the shaking kerosene lamp, and ran upstairs, trying to speed up in the swaying light and shadow.

The "turtle" that stood up over there also began to move, from slowly raising its claws at the beginning to walking unsteadily. Within a few seconds, even though it kept tilting during the movement and looked like it was about to fall apart, it still made bursts of wailing while chasing, but it did not affect its movements at all.

It was running towards Song Yi at a fast speed, as if it was gradually adapting to his body. It became more agile and lighter, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

Song Yi ran back to the first floor, dragging the tortoise shell running wildly behind him. Just as he was about to go up, the tortoise shell bounced up first, from the bottom to the top, and hit his back, bringing with it a gust of wind. You can imagine what would happen if the power it carries landed on you.

The sense of crisis that had been dead silent just now suddenly lit up at this moment. He subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the flying turtle shell and watched it hit the stairs. The moment it hit the stairs, it let out a sharp cry with a thud.

Song Yi's steps were faster than his brain. He changed direction first, gave up competing with it for the position to go upstairs, and went straight to the banquet hall.

He whispered, "Excuse me, brother, I just don't come in!"

The distance from the stairs to the banquet hall was not far. The kerosene lamp in his hand shook violently as he ran, and the light shook with it. The road in front of him was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, pulling his and his pursuer's figures, overlapping and separating on the wall, shrinking and enlarging.

Only the sound of rain in my ears remained unchanged, pouring down as if it would never stop.

"Yan Changyue" still did not appear, which made Song Yi dazed and wonder whether what he heard was an illusion or not. After all, "Yan Changyue" did not appear.

This thought only flashed through his mind, and he did not have much time to think about it. He was not as quiet and cautious as he was just now. His legs were alternating in the air, one foot on the ground and the other about to land. While running wildly, avoiding attacks from behind was his first priority.

This stretch of road seemed even longer than during the day. There was a clicking sound behind him. He glanced at it in the light and began to sweat on his back.

The originally crawling "turtle" curled up into its shell and moved forward by rolling on the ground, its speed increasing further, and it was about to hit Song Yi's legs.

Song Yi quickened his pace. Perhaps it was because his adrenaline was rising that he could feel his heartbeat more clearly.

The next moment, the wind blew again, mixed with the sound of rain and heartbeats. He slid away as if by reflex, and the guy who was speeding past him also spun and changed direction nimbly, about to attack him again.

The sounds that could be heard at this time were too loud and too chaotic. Song Yi only felt his temples throbbing. The flesh seemed to have overcome his mind. His brain was thinking, but his body was still moving. It was as if he was standing outside the body, watching "Song Yi" fighting, and watching him smash the lamp in his hand hard when he dodged next time.

The "painting" outlined by light and shadow went out at this moment, but the battle between them was not over yet and turned into darkness.

Song Yi heard his own breathing and footsteps, the friction of the turtle shell against the ground, the wind passing through the air, and his pounding heartbeat.

The "turtle" was still wailing, as if struggling and trying to express itself, but Song Yi couldn't understand it.

Amid the noisy sounds, he continued his previous actions, avoiding the oncoming obstacles and jumping over the things that were knocked out. He had to move towards his goal, like a machine with a set program. It was the constant heating of his blood that made him feel alive, and because of this, he seemed even less like a human being.

His heavy breathing fell into the air and condensed into white mist. The darkness gradually became clearer in his eyes, and his night vision was returning. He could see the tiles under his feet, the extinguished wall lamps on the wall, and the white claw marks left by the "turtle" on the ground. Further away was the banquet hall, with some suspension bridges and gates, like an ancient city.

In a trance, Song Yi felt like he was alive, but also like he was dying.

Without light, in the swaying darkness, apart from the part that could be summarized by common sense, he could see more, things without form, and things that were in the process of forming forms, constantly approaching him, constantly approaching his eyes, as if to take away his night vision ability again.

In the dim light, he saw the new "bait" and a light was lit. The moment he stepped onto the drawbridge, Song Yi saw the people on the city gate who were about to pull up the drawbridge.

It’s Jian Nuanyang.

The reminder from the head maid that "the Duke likes quiet" was thrown away. The sense of crisis reached its peak. At that moment, the sound of heartbeats overwhelmed the sound of rain. Song Yi's brain regained clarity. He subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted:

"Help!"

At the same time as the words left his tongue, his feet stepped on the suspension bridge. At this moment, he saw Jian Nuanyang's eyes, which clearly showed calmness, indifference... and strong hostility.

It was Jian Nuanyang. Compared to the introduction phase, her hostility towards him had not diminished at all, but had instead increased.

He watched Jian Nuanyang lower her hand and did not pull the switch of the drawbridge. Instead, she gave up her original action and raised her sword. While running, Song Yi saw the lantern in her other hand, which was emitting soft light, illuminating her face, falling into her eyes, and also falling on the edge of her sword. There was no tenderness at all, only murderous intent spreading.

But there was no way to retreat at this time. There was a rushing water under the suspension bridge. The bridge was constantly shaking under the claws of the pursuers, and Song Yi's body was shaking with it. It would be unwise to look back at this time. Even though his steps were still moving forward, he also clearly realized at this time that the crisis surrounded him, not only from behind, but also from the front. Jian Nuanyang, who was standing at the city gate, looked like a general guarding the gate, but not a friendly force.