Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 365 Bold

Song Yi realized something was wrong. The item could block physical attacks but it couldn't defend against mental attacks. Perhaps he and Heitan had already been attacked.

If he wants to escape now, he needs to find another way. He is not yet proficient in borrowing power, and cannot rely on Yan Changyue's power to help solve the problem in a hurry. He has too many alternatives.

He hugged Heitan with one hand, and reached down with his loosened right hand to touch his waist bag. He wanted to use the cufflinks, but before he did that, his index finger touched the fabric and loud crying sounded, getting louder and louder.

Song Yi felt dizzy for two seconds before he broke free from the control and continued his previous action, moving his fingertips along the surface. When he touched the button, before he could bend his fingers, they slipped over it and he failed to open the waist bag.

It was also from this time that Song Yi's struggle slowed down, his mind reached a certain critical point, his brain began to go blank, and more sounds entered his ears, and the content was clearer.

Someone was calling out. He was in a trance, and heard a vague "072" mixed with "run away" and "don't believe it". It sounded like the murmur of someone in a dream, but at a certain moment, it suddenly increased in volume and violently hit Song Yi's mind.

He woke up in pain, opened his lips and took a deep breath, making a short "uh" sound, which turned into a cough at the end. He was about to respond - Player 072 was too far away.

When he opened his eyes, when he was struggling to survive, when he first came into contact with the world...not now.

who is it?

why?

Song Yi struggled hard to break free, but he could only move his fingertips. After a brief moment of clarity, he was pulled back into the illusion.

It was as if an invisible hand dragged him into the water. He felt like he was drowning. In the dizziness, he felt dark, suffocated, and his chest was stuffy...

He slowly leaned back and lay on the horse's back. His consciousness was pulled far away, as if he was in a sea of ​​stars. Warmth and a sense of security came over him, gently wrapping him up, as if he was returning to the amniotic fluid.

Song Yi gradually immersed himself in the softness and had no idea what was happening outside. The monsters did not attack him, but instead stopped around him, raised their heads and looked at him with their mouths open.

It seemed like they were waiting for food, or it seemed like a silent roar, but it had to be said that the charcoal was still moving forward, and their encirclement was getting tighter and tighter.

Song Yi was like food on a plate, about to be sent into the monster's mouth. The sharp teeth were about to cut his throat. His body was swaying and slowly tilted to the other side.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Unbridled laughter rang out, and another force broke in, pulling him back to reality. His chaotic consciousness also broke free at this moment.

He exhaled, feeling his body slowly regaining sensation and a warm touch coming from his fingertips.

At the beginning, he didn't have time to unbutton his clothes, so he simply put his fingers into his waist bag to explore the cufflink.

The cufflink was small and sunk deep inside, so it was difficult for Song Yi to touch it. Unfortunately, Heitan was also controlled. Although his steps slowed down, he did not stop. In the bumpy ride, as soon as he touched the target, he immediately curled up his fingers and hooked the cufflink.

Song Yi was awake now, and so was the monster, and he hugged Heitan's neck, only having time to pull the cufflinks out, and he didn't have the time or free hands to put them on the fabric properly.

So, he once again stuffed the prop into his mouth and pressed it down with his tongue. Before the monster launched an attack, he moved sideways to avoid its sharp claws, took out a long knife, and used it to block it in a hurry.

With a "click", the knife in his hand was completely broken and began to scatter from the original crack.

The bad thing was that there was indeed stock in Song Yi's space, but every time he used the rolled blade, he put it back. Before being controlled, the knife in his hand was the only one that was undamaged. He had originally planned to hand in all the used knives in exchange for new equipment after he returned.

I didn't expect this to happen. Now when I replace my equipment, they are all damaged versions.

And what's even worse is...

Heitan hadn't stopped yet. Song Yi, carried by Xiao Ma, continued to run forward, deeper into the encirclement of monsters. He was almost shot down just because Song Yi was changing clothes, but he escaped, which was not a bad thing.

But after that, the monster shifted its target and began to attack downward, as if it had finally realized that when fighting against cavalry, it had to deal with the mount first.

Seeing this, Song Yi poked the space hard again, trying again to take the charcoal back into the space.

After all, he is sober and able to avoid harm, and he is still a stardust body. Even if he falls into death, he still has a chance in the future. But Black Charcoal is not like that. Black Charcoal is just an innocent pony.

He tried his best to mobilize his mental strength, and perhaps it was the cufflinks that cooperated, the laughter in his ears stopped, but fortunately it was successful. Heitan paused, maintaining the posture of walking, and disappeared in the distance the next moment.

The horse went home, but Song Yi was still here. Even under inertia, he flew forward and headed straight for the pile of monsters. It seemed that life and death were no longer a problem at this moment.

Because he's basically dead.

Song Yi was still struggling. He twisted his body in the air and before falling to the ground, he kicked the monster first, and then used the force to kick upwards a few more times to slow down his falling body and avoid the sharp claws.

The victim monster naturally refused to do so and also lowered its head to bite him, with the arc of its open mouth no smaller than before.

Song Yi was no slower than before. Both of them acted at the same time. When the monster bit him, Song Yi raised his hand and pointed the gun directly at it.

Of course, to be on the safe side, Song Yi did not gamble on its bite force and did not play the "put it into its mouth" game. He faced the monster's mouth and pressed the trigger continuously.

For a moment, the sound of gunfire was clear. Because the distance was too close, Song Yi could clearly see that the first shot hit the throat, and the monster's wide-open mouth began to close.

The next few shots were fired into the monster's mouth through the gap. For a moment, the tail sounds of "bang" turned into "dong dong dong" sounds because they hit the bones.

He also saw the headshot on the spot. The monster had no flesh and blood, just flying bones. Its body collapsed and fell into the monster.

Song Yi turned his head to avoid the sharp claws, but he couldn't avoid the flying bones. They were sharp enough that they left scratches on Song Yi's ears just by passing by them.

Along with it, there was a clear feeling of pain. Song Yi ignored his ears and turned his head to look in the direction from which he came.

He had just heard gunshots, not just his, but others', and his aim was precise, not just because of the hearing aid, but more because of the situation at the moment.

The monsters were being cleared away at a fast speed, like mowing the grass. Within a few seconds, they fell down one after another, revealing the people who did it.

It’s Yan Changyue.

Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxed. Then he noticed that Zhao Xian was standing next to him. When Yan Changyue came over, he followed behind with a stern face.

A bit like the dean of studies...

Song Yi was about to shrink back, but Yan Changyue reached out and picked him up. The pain in his ear was spreading and even climbed up to his head. Yan Changyue seemed to have noticed something and reached out to touch his cheek.

He turned his head, showing no sign of being embarrassed despite the pain, and opened and closed his mouth, spitting the cufflinks into Yan Changyue's hand.

Although there was a layer of gloves, the behavior was so bold that Zhao Xian's eyes widened and the air was silent for a few seconds.

Yan Changyue said: "You've worked hard, go to sleep, I'll take you home."