To be honest, Yu Sheng was quite surprised—both by the "ruthlessness" of that monster and by the "judgment" shown in its self-amputation at the critical moment.

His curiosity about this bizarre enemy was growing.

And the iron puppet, now missing an arm, stood quietly not far away. In the glow of the streetlights piercing through the dense fog, its tall figure looked like a beautiful yet strange statue, even... exuding a vague "saintliness."

The smiling metal face silently watched Yu Sheng. It slowly raised its remaining left arm, and the half-meter-long bladed fingertips made a slight clicking sound.

The functions of a living body were gradually collapsing. Yu Sheng's body swayed, then he lifted his head, draped in death, and slowly walked toward the "goddess statue" that seemed to possess a saintly quality.

The iron puppet stepped back half a step.

Yu Sheng extended the hand that had been clutching his chest, the blood on it slowly dripping in the mist, yet the droplets floated mid-air, swirling around him like living plankton—he slowly smiled, inviting the monster, "Come, don't be afraid, it's warm..."

From within the iron puppet came a discordant clattering sound. "She" stepped back again, this time even taking a small leap away.

"So, you experience fear and think," Yu Sheng stopped and fixed a gaze on the creature, "What are you... exactly?"

The iron puppet slightly bent its knees, as if preparing to lunge forward, but then changed postures abruptly and leaped high backward.

"Her" figure was enveloped in a layer of suddenly appearing shadow, disappearing in the blink of an eye into the thick fog.

Yu Sheng did not chase after.

Yu Sheng was already dead.

In the rapidly descending chaotic darkness, Yu Sheng's thoughts drifted as he continued to contemplate and recall every detail of his confrontation with the monster.

He couldn't deny that besides the Dark Angel, that thing was indeed the most troublesome, even the most pressure-inducing enemy he had ever encountered—its oppression was stronger than those seemingly terrifying creatures, and clearly, this pressure wasn't just due to "her" strength but also the strange... "atmosphere" she emitted.

Like a person, but not a person, like a living being, yet the dead parts far outweighed the living from its aura.

And it was really very powerful.

Incredible speed, immense strength, ghostly movements, and despite using no fancy "skills" in close combat, only simple cold weapon attacks, each of the ten strikes from those bladed fingers was lethally precise—and more importantly, her combat intelligence was extremely high, capable of tactical deception, capable of fighting, and running.

"She" even had retractable self-destruct capabilities...

And "her" exterior was also extremely tough. Yu Sheng had struck that entity, and a solid hit didn't show visible damage. Hu Li's Fox Fire had struck it several times, and the flames capable of melting ordinary steel only left scorch marks on its surface—although Hu Li's rapid-fire fireballs mainly used for suppressive fire indeed didn't pack much power, the iron puppet's defensive capabilities were rather exaggerated.

But the iron puppet wasn't without weaknesses.

"She" could think, experience fear, understand deception, and could be deceived…

Yu Sheng's consciousness drifted in the dark, replaying the recent battle while waiting for the symptoms of death to fade. After an indeterminable time, he suddenly felt a rapid "descent."

Death faded away, and the living returned.

A hard sensation comes from under his body, cold and damp mist entering his nostrils as Yu Sheng opened his eyes to find himself lying on the fog-filled street.

He took a deep breath, his reborn body pure and strong, flipping upright and his gaze swept the surroundings.

This was still the "battlefield" just now, and that strange iron puppet had long since left, apparently not returning to check the scene.

A few meters away, something caught his eye.

Yu Sheng walked over and saw a metal-cast arm lying quietly on the open ground.

He bent down to pick up the arm, feeling the coldness in his grip, this former tool of slaughter now completely lifeless, its loose joints dangling, emitting slight metallic sounds. The slender blades that served as the puppet's fingers, stretching half a meter, reflected a silvery chill under the street lights. Although no bloodstains were visible on the surface, Yu Sheng still felt a connection between himself and the arm.

Moreover, it wasn't just the connection with this arm.

Yu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the vague guidance from the blood.

A distant "Blood Trace" was rapidly moving deep within this huge city.

The Iron Puppet decisively disassembled its arm—but it wasn't enough.

However, 'her' action of dismantling the arm still managed to serve some purpose. Yu Sheng could sense that distant connection, though it was weak and blurred. Moreover, the distance was already very far, so he couldn't track the exact location of the target, nor could he control the physical 'Security Guard' through the target's eyes to observe the surroundings like he had in the 'Museum'.

This left him a bit regretful.

Still, it's good to leave behind some traces—if 'she' reappears nearby next time, Yu Sheng is confident he can capture her 'signal' immediately.

Then he would uncover the secrets behind this thing.

Yu Sheng gently exhaled and reached out to open the door leading to No. 66 Wutong Road.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he heard Erin and Hu Li's voices coming from the direction of the living room—

"Hey, hey, silly fox, have you checked the time? How long has Yu Sheng been dead?"

"More than thirty minutes. Shouldn't he be alive by now?"

"...Could it be that he was guarded by that poor-quality puppet with the C-type clasp? The moment he opened his eyes, he got chopped again..."

"Impossible, that monster doesn't know the Savior will resurrect."

"That's true... Ah! I sensed Yu Sheng's mind reacting! He's alive, he's alive, and seems quite close, just at..."

The little puppet looked up and saw Yu Sheng standing not far away, watching her with a half-smile.

Erin: "...Wow!"

Hu Li joyfully lunged forward: "Savior, you're alive~~"

Yu Sheng casually tossed the iron arm he picked up to the side, assumed a bow step and lowered his waist to firmly receive Hu Li's embrace, then quickly reminded her while he could still breathe, "That's enough, that's enough... Don't start a new account, don't start a new account, I'm about to break again..."

Hu Li then hurriedly let go of Yu Sheng, her tail flapping like a whirlwind as she joyfully swayed side to side, while Erin ran over, glancing at the arm thrown on the ground. She tried to take hold of it but let go halfway through, "My God... this thing is really heavy! Yu Sheng, you did well, disassembled an arm from that guy before dying?"

"She disassembled it herself," Yu Sheng said, exhaling while recovering from the breathlessness caused by the Nine-tailed Fox's embrace, "probably trying to rid herself of my blood influence, but still left traces for me..."

He proceeded to explain to Hu Li and Erin what happened after they left, along with some of the random thoughts he had while dead.

Erin and Hu Li listened attentively.

"Overall, there's some gain," Yu Sheng said finally, catching his breath and bending over to pick up the arm, "I left a mark on that Iron Puppet, and now I can roughly determine she's deep within the city in mist, but she's continuously moving quickly, making accurate tracking impossible... I suspect she feels there's still something lingering on her and is trying to shake off the tracking with this method, but she'll eventually have to stop. Aside from that, this arm is a gain, a trophy."

As he spoke, he carefully placed the arm with the connected blade on the coffee table—the entire process was cautious mainly because those 'Fingertip Blades' were too sharp, potentially damaging the furniture with a slight misstep.

"What can this thing do anyway?" Erin also crawled onto the coffee table with curiosity and caution, poking at the hand linked to the blade, observing its structure, her tone dripping with disdain, "Yuck—crude, ugly."

Yu Sheng: "But it's more capable than you."

Erin's curses were quite nasty.

"We can show it to the Special Service Bureau later, maybe they'll figure out where that thing came from," Yu Sheng continued, ignoring the antics of the little puppet, "Moreover, I mainly fancy her blade—does exactly what it's supposed to, lightweight, sharp, strong, stabbed right into me making holes..."

Erin paused her tirade, hearing Yu Sheng's words, choked on her response, and after glaring for a long time, finally blurted, "Gosh, you sound like a pervert..."

"I'm just fretting over finding a good Bloodletting Knife lately," Yu Sheng explained matter-of-factly, "The knives bought in regular stores become dull after a couple of stabs, can't rely on biting every time—I'm civilized after all."

Erin was astounded: "Goddamn civilized! A civilized person cuts themselves with a dinner knife, right?"

Yu Sheng did not pay attention to the little puppet's mocking. He pushed the arm toward Hu Li, "See if you can disassemble it, especially if you can cut off a small section of her 'fingernail', no need for it to be so long, just ten centimeters, then I'll attach a blade handle..."

The iron shell strength of the puppet was extraordinarily high; a sweep from the Fox Radish Machine Gun only left burn marks, but those Fox Fire flame balls themselves weren't considered very powerful—Yu Sheng knew Hu Li's flames were ranked by levels, though he hadn't figured out how many levels there are. From what he knew already, there were Hot Meal Level, Fox Stew Level, Fox Radish Machine Gun Level, Rocket Boost Level, and apart from these rankings, there was the power of indeterminate strength level of 'argon fox welding'...

There's always a level of Fox Fire capable of cutting open this thing on the coffee table... right?

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