Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

After Song Yi settled Zhou Yuyan and her son, it was already past 9 PM. The number of viewers in the live stream had exceeded 3.5 million, and the popularity remained high. Seeing this, the backstage staff even displayed Song Yi's photo on the page in order to attract more traffic, with the title blatantly stating: "Live Stream at 12 PM: NPCs Abuse Handsome Young Men."

"Young man, you're too weak to even kill a chicken, and you didn't even buy a blood pack. What should you do?"

"The thought of the handsome guy being killed by NPCs makes me so sad, but I still want to watch it. Pre-order now!"

At ten o'clock, Song Yi leisurely returned to the original rented room. Wang Haiming had already woken up and struggled in the bathroom for a long time, but no one came. When Song Yi opened the door, Wang Haiming immediately started cursing.

"Wang Fei, what do you want to do, you coward, let me go right now."

Song Yi chuckled lightly, "No one has ever called me a coward before, it's quite a novel experience."

Wang Haiming noticed that Wang Fei was acting differently all of a sudden, and he felt uneasy, fearing that Wang Fei might do something to harm himself if he was not in his right mind. So he tried to lure him with benefits.

"You just want money, right? Just tell me how much you want and I'll give it to you."

Song Yi pulled out a bunch of mechanical parts from somewhere, then sat on the ground and began to slowly assemble them, even playing music.

"There are things in this world more important than money. Do you know what they are?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Haiming looked at Song Yi with disdain, his eyes filled with mockery:

"You're not trying to talk about conscience, are you? Why are you suddenly having a change of heart and wanting to be a good person? Wang Fei, where was your conscience when you were drinking, gambling, and beating people?"

"You're not worthy to talk to me about conscience now."

Wang Haiming despised Wang Fei from the bottom of his heart. He thought Wang Fei was a gigolo who wanted a conscience, which was ridiculous.

"Wrong, what's more important than money is my happiness."

Song Yi placed the assembled machine in front of Wang Haiming, then took out a clap-hand device from his bag.

I bought this from a store for five yuan each. It's hand-shaped and kindergartens often use it for clapping during Children's Day performances. It's loud and doesn't require much effort; just a gentle shake and it makes a continuous clapping sound.

Song Yi placed the circular mechanical device with a long stick attached to its base in front of Wang Haiming, adjusted a slot on the long stick to the height of Wang Haiming's cheek, and then slapped his hand into the slot.

"Ta-da! I spent ten minutes thinking about this invention. Isn't it pretty?"

Wang Haiming had a bad feeling, but he was so tightly bound that he couldn't escape at all, and his fear grew stronger.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Song Yi powered on the machine: "I call it the automatic face-slapping machine. Want to know how to use it? I'll demonstrate for you."

Song Yi pressed the switch, and the round rod rotated automatically, striking Wang Haiming's cheek with a series of slaps.

After the crisp sound, five finger marks instantly appeared on Wang Haiming's cheek.

"Oops, I'm sorry, the power setting was a bit too high. I'll adjust it."

Song Yi started fiddling with it again, and Wang Haiming, who had been slapped in the face, realized what was happening and roared at Song Yi, "I'm going to kill you."

"If you're so capable, let me go."

"Ding ding ding!" Song Yi received more than ten surprise boxes in succession, breaking the record for the most surprise boxes a newcomer received in a single day. The system gave him a black, glowing progress bar with a gold trim, a testament to his glory.

The comments section read: "Haha, this guy is a genius inventor! An automatic face-slapping machine, what an interesting invention!"

"@Taobao, although this thing is useless, I really want one. Please release a figurine soon."

"Does this young man already know he's going to die, so he's constantly teetering on the edge of being hunted down?"

After tinkering for ten minutes, Song Yi turned the switch on again. "Upgraded automatic face-slapping machine. This time, not only can the force be adjusted, but the speed can also be adjusted."

Song Yi turned the speed switch, and the clicking sound changed from the original speed of striking the wooden fish to twice the speed.

Wang Haiming was tied to the wall, and his head couldn't move at all.

"Wang Fei, I'm going to kill you."

The sentence was spoken in a broken and intermittent manner, and Song Yi did not hear it clearly at all.

It's already 11:50. In ten minutes, Wang Haiming will transform into a vengeful ghost and hunt down Song Yi. Song Yi is wearing headphones and listening to music. The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded five million.

Song Yi was shopping online, wanting to buy toys for her child. Wang Haiming's left cheek was already a bloody mess, while his right cheek was perfectly fine. Song Yi even thoughtfully splashed some water on Wang Haiming to wake him up when he was about to faint.

At 11:59, the atmosphere suddenly became strange. Wang Haiming, who had been beaten to the point of exhaustion, suddenly began to twist his body, and his joints began to crack.

His neck twisted abnormally to one side, black smoke began to rise from the top of his head, the dim yellow light on the roof began to flicker, and smoke rose from somewhere in the small house.

In the darkness, the direction of doors and windows was no longer visible, as if they had been deliberately hidden.

An eerie red glow began to emanate from the corners of the walls, and chilling laughter echoed through the forty-square-meter room.

Unfortunately, Song Yi couldn't hear it; the song "Good Days" was playing at its climax in his earphones.

Some viewers were terrified, but they kept their eyes glued to the screen, afraid that if they didn't look away, the young man would be slapped to death on the screen.

Besides the audience, the other four players were also awake, staring intently at the time, hoping to see when the news of Song Yi's death would be broadcast.

Hopefully, Song Yi can hold out longer, so they can be safer.

Wang Haiming broke free of the ropes. His two pale hands had grown five-centimeter-long black fingernails, his lips were purple, and there was a bloody scar on his left cheek. His eyes bulged out like two light bulbs, red and bloodshot. His mouth was stretched wider than usual, and his sharp teeth gleamed. If he bit someone, it would be as if he could tear off a pound of flesh.

"Ah, I can't look anymore! What is Song Yi doing? Why isn't he running away? Is he scared out of his wits?"

"It's too late, Wang Hai is already drooling, he's going to eat Song Yi up."

Song Yi looked at the inhuman-looking thing in front of him, which was even wearing a suit, and found it an eyesore.

"Song Yi, I want you dead."

Wang Haiming pounced on Song Yi, and just when everyone thought he was going to devour him, with a thud, Wang Haiming was slammed against the wall.

Song Yi took out his clapping hands and slapped Wang Haiming on the left cheek.