The direction of the story that Mi August sees is that the savior, the mad mother, sacrifices herself to heaven and gives Wen Qingyu a chance to escape.
During this period, Wen Qingyu hid with the savior and pretended to have escaped, tricking Yu Hu and the others into chasing him. While Yu Hu and the others were leaving, Wen Qingyu and the savior hid all night until the next morning when they were sure that Yu Hu and the others were far behind, and then they took the savior back to Beiyuan City.
They walked for most of the day before encountering a caravan, and got help from the owner of the caravan and boarded a carriage.
I thought I was meeting a kind person, but I encountered something strange on the carriage.
In the story, the puppet asked the same question, but the savior did not answer. He only heard that Qingyu was in trouble.
In danger, Wen Qingyu went to the savior for help, but the savior fought with the puppet man to help him. From this, Wen Qingyu discovered that the savior had a special nature and was born with spiritual consciousness. Different from ordinary people, he was a seedling who could become a spiritual master.
It also lays the foundation for Wen Qingyu to use [sympathy] to share the spiritual sense with the savior in the future, and disguise himself as his own by sharing the spiritual sense of the savior for his own profit.
Afterwards, the two of them returned to Beiyuan City safely. Wen Qingyu retaliated against the caravan and destroyed his family.
Wen Qingyu did not use the spiritual crystal ring when the carriage was in danger. Mi August guessed that it was not that Wen Qingyu did not have this ring in the original development, but that at that time, this scumbag was still reluctant to use the spiritual crystal ring. To save yourself, first use everything you can use around you.
She specifically set out on the road today with the thought of possibly encountering the storyline.
It's okay to miss it. Now that we have met, how can we not let Zha Ma taste the experience he should have tasted.
Mi August was silent for a long time, and his heart sank even more when he heard Qingyu asked for help.
His expression also changed from well-behaved and respectful to extremely corrupt, and he ignored threats and inducements. His body from the waist down had sunk, and he collapsed more and more, crying out for help.
The puppet man chuckled and laughed even more happily, "Scream, scream, scream louder, how can people outside hear such a small sound."
It picked up the eyeballs and put them back into the empty sockets, and pulled out its own tongue. The bright red tongue was as fresh as a real person's.
The puppet man said: "This is the last girl's tongue. She can scream much more powerfully than you. Let me lend it to you."
The tongue was in its hand, and it licked Wen Qingyu's face as if he were still alive.
"Ah!!!" Wen Qingyu's body fell down hard again.
The puppet man nodded with satisfaction, and turned back to look at the other two quiet guests, with a sinister and coveted expression on his wooden face.
Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, the so-called everywhere is the human world, but everywhere is not your human world, the destination is still far away.
Mi August pushed down the window of the carriage.
The puppet man sneered sinisterly, "Guest, get in my car and you can't get off until you reach your destination."
"Okay." Mi August put down his hand, opened a blank page in the book of good and evil, and made a note on it.
The puppet who saw the book of good and evil felt a vague sense of danger, but the feeling disappeared immediately. It looked at Mi August carefully and saw that he didn't have any psychic powers at all. He was definitely an ordinary person.
Wen Qingyu, who was already sinking to his chest, seemed to be grasping at the last straw, "I didn't say the destination. I want to get off the bus. Let me get off."
The puppet man's eyes were full of malicious teasing, "Yes, guest, you didn't say the destination, you can try to open the door."
Wen Qingyu, whose hand tendons were severed, was helpless and suddenly thought that there was another person in the car who had not mentioned the destination.
"..." When he opened his mouth, he realized that he didn't know the child's name. Wen Qingyu stared at Mi Feixue and remembered what Mi August called the child, "Baby, help me, can you open the door for me?" I will repay you, I will remember your goodness and be kind to you all my life."
The puppet man's expression changed, not because he was afraid that the prey that had reached his mouth might escape, but because he was preparing for the food to escape.
Wen Qingyu noticed it, and his desire to survive reached its extreme.
"I heard that Qing Yu swore to God that today you saved me, and I will marry you when you are old enough. You will be the only one in your life, and we will hold my son's hand and grow old together."
Mi August looked sideways.
The vow to betray the savior years later came ahead of schedule without changing even a word. The nature of a scumbag is regardless of age. He will use emotions to deceive people when he is twelve or thirteen years old.
The puppet man came back to his senses, with an angry expression on his face, and his bloodshot eyes were full of mockery waiting for a good show.
Despair tastes best when hope is dashed.
Mi Feixue moved.
Mi August saw it and didn't stop him.
The child stood up in the carriage without being crowded. She walked up to Wen Qingyu in a few steps, grabbed the carpet roll on the ground and stuffed it into Wen Qingyu's mouth.
The puppet man was stunned.
Mi Feixue ran back to Mi August and opened her mouth.
Mi August was thoughtful and brought her a cup of tea.
Mi Feixue dipped her fingers in water and wrote on the small table: I am your baby.
After writing, he glanced at Wen Qingyu and then looked at Mi August.
Mi August held her little hand and said with a smile, "That's right."
As the sun sets, and the last ray of light is swallowed up by the horizon, the puppet in the treasure car suddenly shows a proud and ferocious face. Wen Qingyu, who originally had half of his shoulders outside, was swallowed up instantly.
Without even uttering the last scream, a living person disappeared into the carriage.
The ground returned to its original state, and the "gurgling" sound of the carriage lingered for a long time.
The puppet man stared at Mi and August with evil eyes, and licked the corners of his mouth with his long tongue as if tasting delicious food.
"Dong dong."
The car door knocked from outside.
Yu Hu's voice came, "Your Excellency?"
Mi August glanced at the puppet man and said, "Huh?"
Yu Hu's tone was probing, "It's time for dinner, do you want to get out of the car to eat?"
Mi August stretched out her hand to push the car door. This time the door opened, but there was an invisible pressure that held her in place.
Yu Hu from outside looked inside and his expression suddenly changed.
Mi August followed his gaze and looked back. The puppet sitting in front of the small table had changed clothes at some point. The maid's temples had also turned into the young master's temples. A familiar odor emanated from the clothes and hair. It was clearly... Wen Qingyu’s previous outfit.
Yu Hu's eyes flickered, and he couldn't find Wen Qingyu anywhere he looked, and he already had a bad answer in his heart.
"We'll go down to eat later." Mi August said.
Yu Hu looked heavy.
The car door closes.
No matter in body shape or dress, he has transformed into a puppet like Wen Qingyu, and a sinister laughter sounded, "I thought you would let this baby get off, she can get off, you look so smart, and How could you not guess this?"
Mi Feixue's face immediately turned dark.
The puppet man was just happy that his provocation was successful when he met Mi Feixue's gloomy eyes.
"Gulu" the carriage's swallowing sound suddenly stopped, and the last sound sounded like it had not breathed.
The puppet man was frozen in place by an invisible aura of terror.
Its eyes widened, and the eyes belonging to Wen Qingyu exploded with two "pops" in their wooden sockets, and the blood stained the puppet's cheeks red.
