Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 91 The Play of the Living Dead ([-])
The Art of Flying Thunder God is cast instantly.

Cao Bailu teleported directly behind the formation master holding the book.

He was expressionless, and the deer demon sword wrapped in sword energy flashed across in an instant.

The formation master with the book had already fallen to the ground.

The Art of Flying Thunder God opened the distance again.

Although the remaining four puppets lacked the support of the formation master, they quickly formed a fairly stable formation.

Cao Bailu had just finished teleporting, and before he landed, several arrows pierced the sky and flew towards him.

Seeing the situation, Cao Bailu had no choice but to parry first.

While deftly picking out a few arrows, he quickly used the first and second soul skills, and summoned two radishes that could give him a small increase in attributes.

The female swordsman with the sword ran towards Cao Bailu, her swift figure moved like a wild animal out of its cage.

Cao Bailu didn't care about the female swordsman, he just drew his sword out of the sheath the moment the female swordsman approached him, the moment the female swordsman was about to slash him.

Then, another head fell to the ground.

The Flying Thunder God Art was activated again.

Cao Bailu's figure is like a ghost, in the dark night, the gust of white wind makes it impossible for the enemy to strike.

The puppeteer who was watching the battle from the side widened his eyes. He looked at the situation in front of him in panic, a little at a loss.

【this. . .This is different from what is said in the information! 】

【This brat, why is he so strong? 】

【no!I have to go, I have to go quickly, or I will really die! 】

Thinking of this, the puppeteer hiding in the dark no longer hesitated, he turned around and ran towards the crowded market.

Those exquisite puppets had already been dismantled by Cao Bailu on the spot.

In the dark night, looking at the human body parts all over the floor, Cao Bailu was a little curious.

He crouched down and started rummaging for something.

The moonlight shines on the earth again, and the dark cloud that originally blocked the bright moon has drifted away.

"Ah, here it is," Cao Bailu picked up a small part from the ground.

This small screw-like part glows blue as a whole, which is really strange to look at.

"Are you still using Xuan Jing's movement these days?" Cao Bailu complained speechlessly, "How good a puppet can this garbage movement make?"

Cao Bailu randomly picked up some puppet parts that had been scattered on the ground.

He began to put it together.

It is even worse than those puppet craftsmen.

Under the dark night, the only thing we can see is Cao Bailu who looks like he is in a daze.

His ferocious smiling face seemed to be telling the world.

Look, this is the Cao Bailu you are familiar with.

Oh, forgot to mention.

Everyone still remember what I said before, Cao Bailu's grandfather is Xixuan's well-deserved No. 1 heresy?

Cao Bailu's grandfather had practiced countless crooked ways in his life, and he also had a little success in puppetry.

He has only refined one puppet in his life.

That puppet, when he was still alive, was the patriarch of the puppeteer, a monster that lived for nearly 1000 years.

Cao Bailu's grandfather was unwilling to teach Cao Bailu puppetry, so Cao Bailu's puppetry was learned from him.

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night market.

The puppeteer who had been far away from Cao Bailu was panting heavily, he never thought that he would kick an iron plate today.

He looked around and saw the laughter of handsome men and beautiful women.

The lights are extraordinary and the market is lively.

Only then did his originally tense heartstrings relax.

He wiped off the cold sweat that he didn't know when to shed.

【Looks like it's time to find a new puppet. 】

【Damn it, that formation mage is a first-rank expert used by Ouchi, and it took me a lot of money to get him. . . 】

【Cao Bailu, if I have the chance, I must make you into a puppet. 】

The puppeteer thought so.

He looked aside.

There is a shop selling bell dumplings next to it.

He was indeed a little hungry.

Step forward.

"Boss, have a bowl of Zhong Dumplings,"

"Three pennies," the boss said enthusiastically, "My lord, how about the spiciness?"

"Heavy spicy,"

"Okay, get well soon!"

The boss began to work quickly with his hands and feet.

After a while, a bowl of bell dumplings with all the flavors and flavors was brought out.

"My lord, the bowl is hot, take it away," the boss handed out a bowl of Zhong Dumplings.

The puppeteer took out the three coins that Cao Bailu had given him earlier, and handed it over to the boss.

The boss took the money and said with a smile, "Thank you."

"Welcome next time!"

The puppeteer took the bowl of bell dumplings and left without looking back.

"Remember not to use the Xuanjing movement in the next life, I can't operate it well when I use it,"

The boss's voice came from behind again.

"boom!"

The bowl hit the ground, and the bell dumplings scattered all over the floor.

The puppeteer's heart was directly pierced by a sword spit out from the boss's mouth.

The puppeteer looked back in pain and shock.

The owner of the store has a warm smile on his face.

The puppeteer has understood his situation.

He wasn't going to talk nonsense, asking stupid questions like how did you know I was here or why you also manipulate puppets.

Because it's unnecessary.

As a demon who has been licking blood on the tip of a knife all year round, he understands that if he wants to survive, the only way at present is to cause commotion.

He began to call for help, and hoped that the patrolling Xishu officers and soldiers would discover the abnormality here.

After all, if you are discovered and captured by officers and soldiers, you will be safe.

Because, he is the current Emperor Liu Ying's man.

The shop owner who penetrated his heart did not stop the puppeteer from calling for help. He was like a human being watching a game of cat and mouse, with great interest.

Obviously in a busy market, obviously the cries of the puppet craftsmen are not small, and even, there was a passing officer and soldier just now.

But no one noticed the abnormality here at all.

The puppeteer's eyes widened, and he looked at the incredible scene in front of him in despair.

His vision gradually blurred, and due to excessive blood loss, even if he used the spirit of Qi to protect his heart, it gradually became useless.

He gradually fell into a coma.

However, his cries for help still did not stop.

There was a passerby passing by him, right under his nose, ignoring him.

The puppeteer who fell on the ground wanted to reach out and grab the passerby.

However, the puppeteer looked at the passerby and gave up the idea.

He almost despaired of helplessness and fear.

There was enthusiasm in the passerby's eyes.

The eyes of every passerby around are full of enthusiasm.

Even, even in his own eyes, gradually filled with enthusiasm.

At this time, Cao Bailu came out from the shadows at a leisurely pace.

He walked up to the dying puppeteer and put his foot on his head.

"Did you know? The greatest essence of a puppet is not in the puppet, but in the person," Cao Bailu smiled, increasing the strength on his feet.

Step down.

The puppeteer's head was trampled on the spot by Cao Bailu.

Blood engulfed the brain and splashed everywhere.

On the ground, on the walls, and on the face of the enthusiastic boss.

The boss didn't seem to feel it. He looked at Cao Bailu and asked enthusiastically, "My lord! Do you want a bowl of dumplings? How about the spiciness?"

What a terrifying sight.

"I've already eaten a bowl," Cao Bailu didn't feel offended, he even answered the question seriously.

He nodded to the shop owner, and then used the Flying Thunder God Technique to leave the place.

Nearby, the enthusiasm in the eyes of everyone who was temporarily refined into puppets disappeared at that moment.

The store owner who came back to his senses was a little puzzled.

Looking at the normal streets and the clean surroundings, he felt unreal for a while.

He seems to have gone a lot of gods.

He seemed to have had a very long dream.

He seems to have dreamed, a play of the living dead.

(End of this chapter)