"Miss Weisheng, what's wrong with you?"
Just when Xing Qiu's hand was about to touch Wei Shengyou's back, the half-bent girl straightened up and avoided her hand.
Changjie was wet with physiological tears caused by retching. His eyes were so wet that even the tip of his nose was red. His whole body was extremely soft and pitiful.
Wei Sheng leaned against the back of the chair, his chest rising and falling violently.
The sticky feeling on his hands was still there, and the urge to retching surged in his throat again.
"tissue."
The soft and soft voice was filled with coldness, giving it a hint of superior command.
Xing Qiu looked at her uncomfortable expression and didn't care, and handed over the tissue in his pocket.
Wei Shengyou took the tissue and wiped the sticky liquid on his hands repeatedly. His face was tense, and his expression of surprise was easily noticeable.
only……
Xing Qiu saw that Wei Shengyou's right hand was almost scratched by her, and her voice was a bit coaxing, "Miss Wei Sheng, it has been wiped clean."
Wei Shengyou paused his hand and stopped wiping.
The emotions in his eyes were concealed.
The people below couldn't see clearly but Xing Qiu standing next to her could see clearly.
There were red stones scattered around Wei Shengyou's feet, and her hands were covered in scarlet sticky blood.
The two spoke very softly, and the people on the stage could only see their lips opening and closing from a distance.
Xing Jing was worried that her sister would be bullied by Wei Shengyou again, but she didn't care about the mucus under her feet.
Just the feeling of stepping on it gives people goosebumps.
Wei Shengyou glanced up and down at the defensive Xing Jing in front of him, picked up the sculpture she had thrown to the ground, picked it up and stuffed it into his arms.
Just now I was wondering if it would be bad for Xing Qiu to take this thing. After all, she looked very weak.
Just right now.
Xing Jing: "?"
What stuff is in my arms?
The person who stuffed the thing into his arms had already walked down the stairs first, and even frowned fiercely when he saw the liquid spreading under the stairs.
Wei Shengyou came over in the dark. She didn't know that the floor was covered with liquid in the water tank.
She frowned and looked at the people on the stage, "Come here."
The six members of the Qianshan Bird Flying Jue team watched her lips open and close, and looked at the people who were already walking towards the auditorium with some confusion, "No, sister, what is she talking about? Where are you going?"
Rong Shi carefully pulled on his cloak and stepped on the slime-free wooden board with his toes, "Sister asked us to go over there and say, Ouch! Old Wen, I knew you were a good person!"
The wooden board under my feet was a little short. I almost lost my balance while talking and my body swayed a little.
Wen Ruyan, who was walking beside him, gave him a tug, and when she heard the second half of his sentence, her arms relaxed a little.
Wen Ruyan felt that Rong Shi should have been allowed to fall to the ground. Why did she hold him up with her hands?
Although he thought this, he waited until the person stood firm before letting go of his hand.
The members of Qianshan Tobijue's team heard what they said and followed them to the auditorium.
Looking at the people who were inevitably stained with liquid, Wei Shengyou stopped them from wiping off, "This thing can prevent the puppets from getting close."
Everyone's wiping action paused for a moment, and then started wiping quickly again.
Shen Shuyao smelled the strange smell lingering on her body, held up her collar in disgust, took the tissue handed over by Xing Qiu and wiped it vigorously.
"I would rather be attacked by those broken pieces of wood than be covered in liquid that the 'corpse' has been soaked in for who knows how long."
And the liquid has a strange smell.
Wei Shengyou pursed her lips and saw everyone's expressions of resistance and decided not to mention that the liquid could be used as a weapon.
It seems that people are not willing to use it as a weapon.
Just as she was about to speak, her eyes were dazzled by silver light.
Under the light, there was a thin silver thread on the back of Xu Shiyu's neck, shining slightly.
Xing Jing walked down holding the sculpture wrapped in black cloth, "Mr. Xu, what is in your hand?"
Xing Jing's three-dimensional facial features and cold eyebrows carry a somewhat ferocious temperament, and her height of about 1.8 meters makes her inexplicably feel a little superior when standing on the stairs.
Everyone was stunned by his question, and even Xing Qiu kept tugging at the hem of his clothes.
When asked, Xu Shiyu's pupils turned dullly, and he gave a stiff smile, "What can I have in my hand?"
When he spoke, his body trembled slightly, and Wen Ruyan also saw the reflection of the silver thread under the light.
Wen Ruyan looked at Xu Shiyu's stiff posture and suddenly recalled the previous rules in the puppeteer's room.
Just now Xu Shiyu was attacked by the puppet's thin strings.
"He was puppetized."
As Wen Ruyan's voice fell, the place next to Xu Shiyu suddenly became empty.
"What, what puppetization?"
Chen Jun looked at Wen Ruyan in confusion.
"We have previously explored a rule. The thin lines on the puppet cannot be touched. The person who touches it will be replaced by the puppet, and the person who is replaced will become a puppet and be thrown into the fireplace and destroyed."
"But Lao Xu has never touched a thin line!"
"He was touched," Shen Shuyao's expression became more solemn. "When the lights went out just now, a puppet wrapped a thin string around his neck."
She neatly pulled out the Swiss Army Knife from her waist and stood defensively in front of Wei Shengyou and Xing Qiu.
And the silver thread that was strangled into Xu Shiyu's flesh shone slightly under the light as if to show off.
Wei Shengyou half-closed his eyes, and all the mucus had spread on the floor below.
Those liquids looked really disgusting, but the one who made it rain just saved her.
And they have to leave this place quickly.
She was so sad that she raised her eyelids and looked at the water tank. The liquid in it was already reduced by one-third.
The sunflower head has popped up.
She's a little tired now and doesn't want to fight.
And if you fight here, you will definitely get the liquid in the water tank on your body.
She doesn't want to get dirty.
A trace of confusion flashed in Wei Shengyou's eyes.
After a while, the microorganisms began to stir.
Let's save it.
Wei Shengyou sighed and walked over to Rong, who was still frantically wiping the hem of his cloak, "Can you do me a favor?"
The tone of voice that was obviously a request, but it sounded like a command.
Probably I have never used such a tone to ask others to do something.
After all, the eldest lady will have countless servants to solve the problem for her with just one word.
Rong Shi was half squatting at this moment. Hearing Wei Shengyou's words, he raised his head slightly and looked at the girl's tangled expression, and he responded almost instantly.
She even frowned and if he still didn't agree, it would be a crime worthy of death!
