To be honest, Yu Sheng was still quite surprised—both by the monster's "ruthlessness" and by its "judgment" in severing its own arm at the crucial moment.
He was becoming more and more curious about this strange enemy.
Meanwhile, the one-armed Iron Doll stood silently in the distance. Under the glow cast through the dense fog by the streetlamp, its tall figure looked like a beautiful yet bizarre statue, even... radiating a faint sense of "holiness."
That smiling metal face silently watched Yu Sheng. She slowly raised her remaining left arm, and the half-meter-long blade fingers gave a faint clicking sound.
The bodily functions of a living person were gradually collapsing. Yu Sheng's body swayed, then he raised his head and, draped in death, slowly walked toward the "goddess statue" that seemed to possess a sacred aura.
The Iron Doll took half a step back.
Yu Sheng extended the hand that had previously been covering his chest. Blood slowly dripped from it into the fog, yet the droplets hovered in midair, circling around him like life-filled plankton. A smile slowly blossomed across his face as he invited the monster, "Come on, don't be afraid. It's still warm..."
An uneven series of clicks came from inside the Iron Doll. "She" took another step back, this time even hopping backward.
"So you can feel fear, and you can think." Yu Sheng stopped and stared fixedly at the monster. "What... exactly are you?"
The Iron Doll bent her knees slightly, as if preparing to charge, but then her posture suddenly changed, and she leaped high backward.
"Her" figure was wrapped in a layer of abruptly emerging shadow and vanished into the dense fog in the blink of an eye.
Yu Sheng did not pursue her.
Yu Sheng was already dead.
As chaotic darkness rapidly