Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi continued to run forward. In the crisis, the strong heartbeat covered other sounds. When he saw his "teammates" just now, his boiling blood found a moment of peace. At this time, the life-and-death crisis did not disappear. He was unable to breathe a sigh of relief, but instead felt more urgent.

The pursuers were still following closely, and their distance was getting closer. The whining coming from under the turtle shell began to turn into roaring.

Fortunately, Song Yi's blood became hotter as he ran. He breathed rapidly and could hardly hear the sounds around him. The sharp voice just brushed past his ears, which made Jian Nuanyang frown. He raised his hand twice as if to help, but still stopped and stared at Song Yi with a cold face.

Under her hostile gaze, he got closer and closer to the city gate. The pursuers also sped up. The suspension bridge under their feet shook violently. His toes just landed and were almost immediately raised again. The running environment became more difficult, and it became difficult to maintain balance and speed.

The pursuer approached, his sharp nails scratched and tore through the fabric of his clothes, leaving a scratch on Song Yi's back. The blood spread and soaked the surrounding fabric.

He felt a warm sensation coming from behind him, followed by a slight pain a beat later. The intense heartbeat seemed to have numbed his senses, making him lose his sensitivity to pain, while also silently strengthening his body.

The pursuer pounced again, and they were closer. This time it would not be just a wound. Song Yi subconsciously dodged, and the opponent's claws pressed on his forearm. The suspension bridge shook violently. At the moment he lost his balance, he heard his violent heartbeat again, and the blood flowed in his body. The loud sound covered the water rushing under the bridge.

The moment they fell on the bed, Song Yi held down the other's turtle shell and rolled to the side of the bridge in an instant. He let go of his hand and kicked it hard. When the pursuer fell down, the humanoid claws grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled him down with him.

it hurts……

Song Yi felt intense pain amidst the sound of his heartbeat. He seemed to be floating outside his body, watching his own actions from a third-party perspective. He watched himself grabbing the rope of the suspension bridge, and also watched himself fighting with the pursuers in mid-air. The shaking suspension bridge creaked, and debris fell from the junction of the wooden boards, and it seemed that it was about to break.

The pain gradually paralyzed his nerves, and his body seemed to be injected with new strength. When he tried to avoid the opponent again, Song Yi used his cleverness to jump up by pulling the rope and fell back onto the suspension bridge. His back hit the ground, and his hands supported himself on the bridge. While exerting force on his shoulders and back, he raised his legs and did a backflip to avoid the claws that emerged from the gap. He took the opportunity to stand up and continue running towards the city wall.

If Song Yi was awake, he might hesitate, consider Jian Nuanyang's location, and think about the possibility of returning the same way... But the pain in his head, the hot blood and the strong heartbeat made his mind almost blank. While dodging the attack from under his feet, he continued to run forward.

The sound of rain became louder, but he could no longer hear it. Only the lantern in Jian Nuanyang's hand began to shake, and the flame flickered, as if it would go out at any time.

He seemed to be falling into a dream.

"Song Yi."

He heard Yan Changyue's voice, ringing in his ears, and his slightly cool breath fell on his ears, slightly cool...

Song Yi woke up for a moment and regained his sanity briefly, but it was too late. He had already reached the city gate and was passing by Jian Nuanyang. His sense of crisis only came into play at this time, and he looked at Jian Nuanyang.

The pair of eyes filled with murderous intent slowly closed and opened again. In the blink of an eye, the pursuer was trying to crawl back onto the bridge. Song Yi chose to solve a problem first. He couldn't touch the switch on Jian Nuanyang's side, so he could only jog two steps, step on the wall for leverage when jumping up, grab the rope beside him, hold it tightly and fall, slide forward with the force, and tighten the rope in an emergency stop. The city gate also closed behind him, and the whistling wind poured in, and the lantern in Jian Nuanyang's hand went out.

Song Yi loosened the rope, and his entire arm was in severe pain. He looked down, prepared to see blood, but he saw soft flesh pads and sharp nails, which were slowly recovering to human form accompanied by numbing pain.

He took a breath and felt that the extreme exercise just now was not good for his brain, which was still lacking oxygen, so he was still a little awake now.

Pads, claws, fur...

Song Yi glanced at Jian Nuanyang, and seeing that she had no intention of attacking, he could not tell what she was thinking for a moment. He swung his arms and jumped twice on the spot. The beast experience cards of some limbs brought swelling and pain far exceeding muscle soreness. It was then that he realized that it was not just his hands.

His feet also changed just now. The feline feet helped to stabilize his balance. One of his shoes was lost, and the only remaining one was damaged. It was now hanging on his left foot, fixed by sharp nails. Judging from the current situation, after the arched instep and the nails faded, when his body returned to human state, this shoe would also fall off.

Just a few minutes, all on your own, to ruin a pair of shoes.

At this moment he finally realized the good intentions of the butler in asking him to prepare more daily clothes.

He doesn't worry about it, but when he moves his body, someone "worries" about his clothes.

Jian Nuanyang asked: "Did the Yan family prepare any disguise clothes for you?"

Song Yi's first thought was the clothes for "participating in the show". At the same time, his eyes fell on the back of his hand and he realized what this "cross-dressing" meant.

There was indeed no preparation. Be it Yan Changyue, the housekeeper, or even Jasmine at the beginning, none of them seemed to have thought that he would face such a thing so soon.

Song Yi didn't want to pay any attention to this person, as he almost thought this was a provocation. He walked forward. There were no streets in the city. After the city gates were closed, it was more like a closed room. There were seven doors on the wall in front of him, arranged in sequence, with different patterns painted on them. From left to right, they were an octagon, a bow, a sword, a rose, a wine glass, a square and a flame.

Song Yi observed them carefully, trying to figure out what they corresponded to and whether there was any meaning in them.

Jian Nuanyang spoke again: "You shouldn't have come."

Song Yi sighed. He had no interest in this person. He had been hostile to him from the beginning. Regardless of whether he was a good person or not, he looked like the type that he couldn't talk to. He didn't know if he was suitable for friendship or even interaction.

The most important thing is that he doesn't like the Riddler.

Song Yi asked: "Okay, I'll do it. I'll leave right away. Do you know which door can lead back to the second floor?"

His tone was relaxed and his words were casual, causing Jian Nuanyang to look at him again. Originally, Song Yi thought he would not get an answer, so he walked towards the wall, ready to get closer to figure it out.

Jian Nuanyang actually raised his hand, pointed at the third door with the sword, and said, "This one."

Song Yi walked over doubtfully and turned to look at Jian Nuanyang. Without the light to soften her features, she looked even colder in the night. Her eyes were hidden in the shadow of her bangs, making it difficult to discern her expression.

"Thank you." Song Yi said, pushed open the door, and walked from one darkness into another.