"I am deeply honored that my humble residence can attract the Great Master of the Six Paths of Impermanence."
Although his tone was plain, his words were so sinister. Xie Zhe and the others all heard it, and it seemed that he was alluding to Xue Miyin's matter. The members of the Wuyong family are really everywhere in the world, quietly spying on all kinds of troubles in the world. However, when were they targeted by him? Or is it just a coincidence?
"Don't talk about those useless things. If you knew the truth, you would tell the truth about the whereabouts of Wen Jiu! Don't even think about trying to trick him into working with evil spirits!"
"That brother found me voluntarily." When he said this, Zhen did not look at Han Shang. His eyes still stayed on Kisaragi-kun.
"That's nonsense! Do you think I will believe your lies?"
"Since you think what I'm telling you is a lie, why bother seeking answers from me?" He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Han Shang, "Or is it that what you want to hear is a lie?"
"you--"
Han Sheng seemed to have never lost his composure like this before, but there was nothing he could do about it. The initiative is in the opponent's hands, and it feels as uncomfortable as a snake being pinched seven inches.
"Why don't we talk about your... female friend." His eyes returned to Lord Kisaragi, "I vaguely remember that he was an ordinary person, not an impermanent person. It seems that you guys should be - -in argument?"
Ling Huan's nails were deeply embedded in the skin of his palms, pinching out small red crescents. The nails on my right hand seem to grow faster than those on the left, and the pain in my hand is more pronounced. But she didn't care about this. She just felt that the monster had poked her in the weak point, and there was a burst of sadness in her heart. The lying monster seemed to take pleasure in this and deliberately smiled at her.
"It seems to be right. Let me tell you some good news - she seems to have met a new friend, or maybe... from the past. Although it was a monster, my people were very happy to see them leaving. She seems much happier on the street than she is with you. It seems like getting rid of you guys is really good news for her."
"Don't listen to his farts, he didn't say a word." Han Yang reminded Ling Huan in time.
"But...but she...is she still alive?"
This is naturally the issue that Ling Hu is most concerned about. Xie Zhe glanced at her and sighed silently. Zhen laughed again, with evil intentions. He said calmly:
"Who knows, what my people saw must not be a ghost. However, since she is with the monster, she may have turned into a monster."
"You're talking nonsense!" Ling Huan shouted angrily.
Han Chang also said sternly: "Don't talk nonsense to him! Since you can't tell the reason, tell him to shut up!"
Han Chang stepped forward with his sword in hand, and the cooled sword instantly returned to its previous burning red color. Standing on the pile of bricks, Chen let out a deep chuckle and did not dodge. As soon as Xie Zhe blurted out the word "be careful", Han Zhang's sword struck an invisible cover. But Chen in front did not make any gestures or recite any incantations. The air wall appeared out of thin air.
Looking around, the puppets all extended their hands. Because they are similar in height and the height of their raised hands is very uniform, they look neat and scary. The weak spiritual power emanating from them weaves into an invisible barrier, blocking a sudden attack for their controller. Han Shan and Ling Hu finally realized that he was not fighting alone.
Obviously, it would not be wise to confront him head-on at this time. But what else? He was bound to burn the house to the ground, and it was even more impossible for these uninvited guests to escape. War is inevitable. They all know that although these puppets can cause them a lot of trouble even though they know magic, the most important thing is actually the operator himself. As long as he loses the ability to control the puppets, these puppets are nothing to be afraid of. But this is easier said than done?
Han Chang struck out with his second sword and then his third sword. Each sword is stronger than the other, and each sword is more vicious than the other. But this is completely in vain, the spiritual power that puppets can release is more abundant than they think. The moon stares at everything. Under the moonlight, the light of his sword was still eye-catching. Naturally, they would not let Han Shan fight alone. Soon, Xie Zhe and Ru Yuejun exchanged glances, and then attacked the group of controlled puppets from left to right. The scene immediately became chaotic, and Ling Huan stood in the center at a loss, watching them fight with these terrible "people" with all their strength. The figures of the real person and the dummy flashed alternately in front of her, and the only one who didn't move was the commander standing proudly in the distance. She couldn't help but feel a little scared - if the puppet army here was completely controlled by him, then his strength must not be underestimated. An ordinary person is exhausted when he is on a battlefield. How does he fight three battles at the same time?
Under the black curtain, the cold light from his remaining eyes seemed to penetrate the battlefield and pierce her body. She felt very uncomfortable because the look in his eyes was obviously superficial, so casual and frivolous, and he did not take her seriously. It's just that in this way, he conveyed his ridicule to her group to the only person on the field who was not involved in the battle. Ling Huan had no choice, she didn't know what to do. It was clear that she could not protect herself in this chaos. Soon, a puppet suddenly burst into her field of vision and pounced towards her with its teeth and claws bared. She was very scared, even more scared than the stone lion coming to life. No matter how you say the stone lion looks like a lion, it matches the power it symbolizes, but this is a human being, a creation based on herself. This familiar feeling of panic reminded her of the fear of being chased by a paper man when she was in Tao Zhu's room. She ran away in a hurry, but the dummy was faster than her. Ling Huan stumbled on the ground, and the long-haired female doll rushed toward her like a ghost. She immediately threw out her arms and tried to push it away.
"Click!"
After a strange loud noise, Ling Hu did not receive the expected attack. Her arms were still frozen in the air and her eyes were still closed. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes and look at the puppet that had attacked her. To her surprise, the puppet was knocked out a foot away, and a huge hole appeared in its chest.
It has fallen down, but its limbs are folded at strange angles, like four table legs, to prop up its body again, and in the center is the dark hole. The pottery fragment cracked, and the broken parts fell into its own body, making a friction sound as it struggled. It looked like a dying human being - more like a living corpse that had been attacked to its vitals but was not completely dead. Ling Hu smelled a strange smell. Although it was not as stinky as a highly decomposed living corpse, it was still enough to make people feel sick to his stomach. It was like the smell of rusty iron mixed with seafood, which she could not describe. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from spitting it out.
The sound made the three people stop. They no longer attack and simply fend off the puppet attacks. They all invariably transferred part of their energy to the source of the sound, and saw a scene that surprised them. This is certainly surprising, because each of the three tried their best, but no one could successfully beat the puppet to pieces. Ling Huan actually did this easily.
Maybe...it's normal for her to be able to do it.
Her undead hands hold more power than anyone could have imagined - and worst of all, her enemies have noticed. Ling Huan vaguely felt that the eyes that were looking at him casually before became sharper. If he had let go of this helpless little girl before, now he would regard her as a threat. Many puppets rushed towards her, and her friends naturally expected this. Xie Zhe and Han Zhang both held swords, and Ruyue Jun relied on her bare hands. The three of them gathered around her to block the attacks of the puppets. Even though he was missing a right arm, Kisaragi-kun still gave the puppet a heavy over-the-shoulder throw with one hand. She was still in control of her body, as if she had never been disabled. She then said to Xie Zhe:
"Do you feel that their offensive is not as fierce as before?"
"It seems so, but are they also affected by fear?"
Han Shan said: "I don't think they can be afraid."
Indeed, if human beings' creations that are a parody of nature could have emotions similar to their own, then Yama would have dealt with them long ago. This is a provocation to the rules and a desecration of life. Although Wuyongshi has done enough blasphemy, to this extent, they are probably not at this level.
The courtyard was a little darker than before.
"……Um?"
Zhen raised his head and glanced at the sky. The full moon was completely hidden in the clouds at some point, and it seemed that he was no longer interested in the exciting battle below. They noticed this and looked up at the sky. The puppet's movements were slower—slower and weaker than before.
"I understand." Xie Zhe said, "In the past, the Yin Qi in the courtyard was stably provided by the locust trees... But now that the locust trees have been destroyed, the spiritual power that drives them comes from the moonlight. If the moon is blocked, their power will Naturally..."
After saying that, he suddenly raised his sword in front of him. He held the blade of the sword between his two fingers, working from bottom to top, and muttered something in his mouth. Then, he swung Fengyun Zhan with all his strength, pointing the sword towards the sky. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and more black clouds piled up, completely hiding the moon, without even a trace of light leaking out. In an instant, the courtyard fell into complete darkness, so dark that even the faces of the friends around him could not be seen clearly. At the same time, the sounds the puppets made when they moved became very stiff, and they became even more sluggish. Soon, the sound of someone falling down came one after another.
In the darkness, Zhen watched them silently.
"You are smarter...than the Yin family and some of the trash in our family. It's just that you are on the wrong team, which makes me very sorry."
Except for Kisaragi-kun, they can only rely on the sound to identify Zhen's current direction. Fortunately, he didn't act rashly for the time being and still stood in his original place. Then he said:
"You are also lucky that that sword is standing with you. But...even brothers can turn against each other, right?"
Suddenly, the gathering clouds suddenly opened a big hole. Almost all the moonlight was concentrated on this point, rushing out from it. Looking from a distance, there is a bright beam of light hitting the ground, and the clouds in the sky are like black paper with a hole punched through it, and the candlelight on the back is flowing crazily from it.
However, what opened the way for this light was a dark shadow.
Huge, fast, and twisted.
In the night, which had not been quiet for too long, a sky-shattering roar came from above and approached the courtyard. It is hoarse but powerful, extremely harsh, like inferior and damaged instrumental music playing a magnificent score. With the arrival of the owner of the voice, the pitch-black clouds gradually spread and melted around the hole, scattering all the moonlight on the land again.
This land has just welcomed a moment of darkness.
