Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 89 The Play of the Living Dead ([-])

The old emperor of Xishu, the founding monarch who was considered unprecedented in the Xixuan Continent, the Daming Lord who became emperor in his prime but got a son in old age, once ordered the destruction of all puppets in Xishu.

He expelled all the puppet craftsmen in Xishu, and strictly ordered them not to set foot in Xishu.

Of course, all those who sheltered were executed without any discussion.

So far, there is no place for puppet craftsmen in the world.

Before that, apart from the turbulent Western Shu land in Xixuan, no country was willing to accept puppet craftsmen.

And the old emperor who unified Western Shu hated those puppet craftsmen even more.

Yes, that's right, the puppeteers I'm talking about are not ordinary people.

They are a group of cultivators.

As puppeteers who can be regarded as street mice in the magic way, what they are best at is not fighting, but manipulating people.

Pay attention, it's not manipulating people's hearts, it's manipulating people.

These puppet craftsmen can control people's every move step by step through the weird methods handed down from ancient times. In the end, the controlled person will completely annihilate their human nature and spirit, and become an exquisite marionette.

This is the puppeteer.

It is rumored that hundreds of years ago, there was a great emperor of Chu who fought all his life. He gained countless prestige, but in his later years, he lived in the deep palace for a long time, as if he was a different person.

He killed his own prince in the name of treason, and declared war on the Northern Han Dynasty, which was several times stronger than the Great Chu, for no reason. In the end, it was naturally a disastrous defeat.

During his reign in his later years, many parties stood side by side, and internal struggles were chaotic, which greatly weakened the national power of Dachu.Not only that, but he also promoted extravagance and expropriation, which made the people's livelihood difficult and everyone in the officialdom felt in danger.

Some people have calculated that after his actions in his later years, the national power of Great Chu has been set back by at least 30 years.

However, when he died, when he was buried, an old eunuch who had served the six dynasties found that there was something wrong with the corpse of this emperor who had both reputation and reputation.

The emperor's body was completely empty.

And on his limbs, there is a white silver line that only top immortal cultivators can barely see clearly.

Yes, the emperor of the Great Chu Kingdom was turned into a puppet!

What happened later was also based on Xixuan's old calendar.

The old eunuch no longer sits in the deep palace, but Man Xixuan kills those puppet craftsmen, kills one by one, and finally kills the puppet craftsman in a remote small village in the Northern Han Dynasty. the topmost existence.

The matter of the Great Chu Emperor came to an end, but all the countries in Xixuan set off a wave of chasing and killing puppet craftsmen.

The countries of Xixuan have never been so united.

Later, the puppet craftsmen almost fled collectively to the land of Western Shu, which had been in chaos for thousands of years, until Western Shu was unified by the old emperor Liu a few decades ago.

The Xixuan puppet craftsmen who are still alive today can definitely be counted with one hand.

The inheritance of puppet craftsmen is completely broken.

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After Cao Bailu finished his late-night supper, he planned to go for a walk on the street.

He looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have a curfew in Xishu?"

"It doesn't exist these days," the shopkeeper replied with a smile. "About [-] meters to the west, across the street, you can see the most bustling night market in Xishu."

"Okay, then I'll go shopping there," Cao Bailu nodded.

After leaving the inn, Cao Bailu came to the deserted street.

Stretching, Cao Bailu took out the long-lost Flying Thunder God Kunai.

Relying on the Flying Thunder God technique to shuttle back and forth between the markets, Cao Bailu soon arrived at the night market.

The curfew, which was rare in a year, made the Xishu Kingdom, which had been silent for a long time, lively.

The red boats and fragrant boats are full of people, and the fire trees and silver flowers never leave the sky.

It is clearly Xishu, but it is more like the second Jiangnan.

Cao Bailu shuttled through the crowd.

Among the bustling crowd, the sound of conversation continued.

These conversations were not considered noisy, but added a touch of new color to the world of all kinds.

Cao Bailu saw a towering flower building not far ahead.

That is the largest flower building in Xishu Kingdom.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Cao Bailu looked at his 14-year-old body, but turned around resentfully and wandered elsewhere.

There was a small stall selling bell dumplings, Cao Bailu was greedy, and planned to go up to buy a small bowl.

"Boss, how do you sell it?" Cao Bailu stepped forward and asked in authentic Western Shu dialect.

"A bowl of three Wenqian." The boss seemed to have no customers for a long time, and looked at Cao Bailu slightly.

"Here's a bowl," Cao Bailu handed over three Wen coins, and took a bowl of bell dumplings.

"Hey, the ingredients are so sufficient? The boss is so conscientious!" Cao Bailu held the bowl of dumplings with his only remaining hand, and praised the boss with a smile.

"Should be, should be," the boss nodded and replied.

Cao Bailu was holding the bowl of dumplings, planning to find a place to sit down and eat slowly.

He turned away.

The streets are still crowded with people, and there are occasional flower boats passing by on the river beside it.

Perhaps because of the battle just now, Cao Bailu, who was originally careful, didn't seem to notice the way the dumpling shop owner looked at him.

It was a look so stiff that it was almost cold-blooded.

It was a look that was so ruthless that it was almost inhuman.

It was like the eyes of a puppet.

(End of this chapter)