"Is this all the puppet props?"
If the fake Zhao Qian, that is, the puppet dies, will the real Zhao Qian die?
If this is really the case, then the prop she has been thinking about is almost as useless as Kuroba.
With complicated and unspeakable thoughts in her mind, Xin Zhixia held the sword of judgment and walked towards Zhao Qian deep in the alley.
When she returned to the original place just now, she found that the only person lying on the ground was Li Yiran.
Ding Yi's body has been marked, and he must have gone elsewhere with the scent.
And Zhao Qian's "corpse" also disappeared out of thin air.
The known result is that it is fake Zhao Qian.
Therefore, she didn't take it seriously and just thought that if the puppet prop died, it might be summoned back by its true form.
"Bata Bata"
Xin Zhixia didn't deliberately silence her voice. The sound of footsteps was not crisp, but it was enough to arouse Zhao Qian's reaction.
Assuming that this guy is pretending to be dead, he will definitely make preparations secretly.
Xin Zhixia was full of vigilance and came to Zhao Qian's side all the way.
He raised his sword and pointed it directly at the back of Zhao Qian's head, using the light of the oil lamp to observe his situation carefully.
Zhao Qian's clothes were intact and he was lying on the ground with half of his face pressed to the ground. At this time, his eyes were closed and his fingers were still covered with silver rings.
The threads were scattered all over the place, and the puppet that was hanging before was now lying quietly beside him.
However, the appearance of this puppet has changed.
It is no longer exactly the same as Zhao Qian, but has become a pure wooden doll.
The wooden doll is smaller, has complete arms and legs, and has fuzzy facial features. Its eyes, nose and mouth are all single lines.
If you look closely, you will find a small hole in the puppet's chest.
Xin Zhixia leaned forward slightly, squinted her eyes, and compared them before making a conclusion.
"The holes can correspond to the previous wounds."
The damage suffered by this puppet obviously came from her sword of judgment.
Xin Zhixia glanced again. Zhao Qian's clothes on his back were intact, and there were obviously no wounds of the same type as the fake Zhao Qian's.
"Then he fainted?"
After a long while, Zhao Qian still didn't move. She frowned slightly and directly felt his breath.
He was still breathing, and his chest was still rising and falling weakly.
not dead.
Xin Zhixia recalled what Xiaobai had shared in her mind. The so-called substitute puppet who died on behalf of others might also produce some variables, right?
For example, if the puppet dies, the real body will suffer corresponding damage.
She analyzed to herself that maybe the death of the puppet would cause harm.
As an ordinary player, Xin Zhixia had been coveting this kind of prop for a long time when Xiaobai said that there was a stand-in puppet.
Even if you don’t have it yourself, you should at least understand it.
Just in case, she unfortunately overturned in a place like this.
After thinking for a long time, Xin Zhixia was confused whether to wake Zhao Qian up or get rid of him directly.
Wake-up calls are risky, solutions are foolproof.
That's not right, she will lose the opportunity to understand this prop.
After struggling for a long time, God finally made the decision for Xin Zhixia.
Because the subtle aroma that had been lingering on the tip of her nose from beginning to end suddenly changed slightly.
Xin Zhixia raised her eyebrows, sniffed lightly, and found that the scent of jasmine tended to weaken.
[Steward Levi's Tracking Fragrance Ball] The notes behind the usage method jump to my heart.
[Everything within the range can be marked. The target will have the scent of jasmine and can be unmarked voluntarily. The marking time is not short, but the specific time is of course up to chance~]
The scent of jasmine is weakening, which means that the mark is slowly losing its effectiveness.
Xin Zhixia clicked her tongue and made a quick decision.
If I had known earlier, she would have shown up later.
When Zhao Qian takes care of Zhang Meng and the others, this passive situation will no longer exist.
Just as he was about to remove the sword of judgment and deal with it, he saw a slight bulge on the back of Zhao Qian's head.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, she knelt down, pushed the other person's hair to the side very roughly, and pressed her hand on the swollen area.
Previously, she was focused on the puppet props, and the puppet she killed was pierced in the chest.
Therefore, she never looked closely at the back of the head.
This place happened to be blocked by the Sword of Judgment just now and became a corner that received no attention.
As if to prove something, Xin Zhixia pulled Zhao Qian's hair all over.
The scalp was swollen and raised, and there was no rupture or bleeding. However, there was obvious subcutaneous congestion in the swollen area, which looked red.
After a while, she withdrew her hand, stood up, and said with unclear meaning: "The local hematoma on the scalp is caused by being hit."
His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were confused, and his voice was very low when he spoke to himself.
Zhao Qian was knocked unconscious.
Xin Zhixia had an ominous premonition in her heart.
Li Yiran was half dead, Zhang Meng was determined to escape her pursuit, and Ding Yi was running away in a panic.
And she was chasing Zhang Meng so hard that she had no time to come back and give Zhao Qian a blow.
In other words, this was done by an unknown seventh person.
Among the four people gathered in the church, she was the fifth person, and the sixth person was Li Yiran's teammate.
If they are Li Yiran's teammates and follow Li Yiran and Zhao Qian all the way, they will definitely appear when the time is right.
Whether it is to save Li Yiran, or to reap the benefits like her.
There was no need for Li Yiran to report the situation to his teammates.
So, this must be the work of the Seventh Man.
Xin Zhixia held her breath, feeling extremely complicated.
Not killing people, just knocking people out.
This inexplicable technique reminded her of the very beginning of the dungeon.
The player who showed up at the dock without showing up, sneaked up on her and knocked her unconscious.
The scary thing is that she knows Zhao Qian's location, and that person also knows Zhao Qian's location.
this means……
"He was probably following me."
Xin Zhixia was frightened by her guess, her back felt cold, and her mind went blank for a moment.
In this chaotic and anxious situation, she triggered her psychological defense mechanism, raised her hand almost by mistake, and subconsciously raised her sword to pierce Zhao Qian's chest, decisively sending the comatose person away.
I couldn't stay rational, and I couldn't avoid it soberly.
Blood splattered on her sneakers, and the white became stained with dirt, no longer pure white.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, and after confirming Zhao Qian's death, she turned around and left with a silent expression.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of an oil lamp that gave off a faint light.
He couldn't help but paused and picked up the oil lamp.
Xin Zhixia held the sword in her right hand and took a look at the oil lamp with her left hand.
Zhengyi, who thought he was humorous, said bluntly: "Even grabbing a child's oil lamp, tsk."
The firelight in the oil lamp flickered, illuminating the expression on Xin Zhixia's face in a dark and unclear way.
Carrying the oil lamp all the way to the entrance of the alley.
Before she could put down the oil lamp and chase her next target, a familiar child's voice sounded not far away.
"Passenger, I said it will come back on its own."
