Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

The puppet is a sandalwood clown the size of a palm. Its face is painted green and white, and its mouth is bright red. At this time, it has been tied up and thrown on the table, surrounded by candles and yellow talismans.

Four people stood at the table, staring at it.The puppet doesn't move, no matter how much he throws it around, it just doesn't move.

"Did you do these murders?" Xiao Yihe stretched out his hand and brushed it away, "Get up, don't pretend to be dead!"

Puppet: "..."

Xiao Yihe stared: "If you play dead again, you will be burned!"

The puppet trembled: "...squeak."

Ning Wushuang asked hesitantly: "It can only squeak, can it not talk?"

Xiao Yihe was discussing with Ning Wushuang whether it could speak or not. Tung oil was applied to the eyes of the puppet's two blobs of ink. When the candle was illuminated, there was a gleam of light, and the brilliance flowed like tears in its eyes.

At this moment, Xiao Yihe noticed something cool brushing against his arm, and subconsciously lowered his head to look at it. The clown kept quiet, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"..." Xiao Yihe stared at it, suddenly picked up the teapot on the table, and poured it on its head.

The water droplets fell down, fell somewhere like hitting a blade, and were split. Xue Xuanwei also noticed the strangeness, and said: "Silk thread."

——Several silk threads that are almost invisible to the naked eye are stretching out from the puppets, coiling quietly around several people.This ghost thing not only can't speak, but also tried to sneak attack, Xiao Yihe grabbed the silk thread and picked up the puppet.

The puppet was hung upside down and screamed like a child crying.

Although the silk thread is made of condensed yin energy, it feels slightly cool when wrapped around the hand, but its strength is relatively weak, even a man with slightly stronger yang energy can break it. How can this kind of thing kill people?

Xiao Yihe was thinking while holding the puppet, when suddenly a sharp ray of light flashed out of the puppet's ink-dotted eyes, he was caught off guard and looked directly at it, he felt a pain in his eye socket, as if something had been drilled in, and then the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be caught by a Stir in cold hands.

Just for a moment, he felt like a book being flipped through, a revolving lantern kept shuttling in front of him, and pictures of the past flashed through his mind... joyful, sad, happy, wistful.

His mood fluctuated accordingly.

Xiao Yihe was furious, and reacted suddenly: "Bold and outrageous!"

Seeing that he saw through, the puppet ran away from the ground after breaking two wooden legs. No one was pulling the string, and it was moving out of thin air.

He slapped it away, and Ning Wushuang yelled, "Hey, calm down!"

"Snapped!"

"..." A group of black shadows jumped out of the door, fleeing to nowhere, Ning Wushuang looked at the pile of parts on the table, "Is it all right now? The rats in hand are gone!"

Xiao Yihe sat down on the chair, and snorted nonchalantly: "It's peeking at my memory, it's courting death."

Ning Wushuang picked up a few pieces of hands and feet and put them together, but they were already broken. He threw the wooden pieces: "Who doesn't know about your crap, you need to peek!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he was glanced at by Sect Master Xue. He suddenly remembered what harm he had done just now, and felt guilty, so he moved his mouth to one side and lowered his head to fiddle with the sachet on his waist.

Xue Xuan withdrew his gaze slightly, and handed his right hand to Xiao Yihe: "Don't worry."

The three of them leaned over to watch at the same time.

Xiao Yihe squinted his eyes, only to find that there was a silk-like thread lying on his palm, which was the hanging thread protruding from the puppet just now, and the other end was floating, like a ball of wool whose tail was swept away by someone. , Stretched to the outside of the door.

Xue Xuanwei: "This is just its fake body. I left a mark on the other end of the thread. Follow this silk thread and you should be able to find the real body."

Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for -people, Ning Wushuang said and went.

Xiao Yihe also wanted to follow, but Xue Xuanwei dragged him back as soon as he stood up, hugged him onto the bed, his skirt was lifted up, and his calf was also held.

He widened his eyes, couldn't help but twitched his feet back, and said embarrassedly: "This time...isn't it appropriate?"

Xue Xuan glanced at him slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Put on your shoes."

Xiao Yihe looked at his feet: "Oh."

The puppet Xuansi floated all the way to the south of the city, and Xiao Yihe and the two chased after them with their swords. When they reached a neighborhood, Xu Shi noticed that they were being followed. streets and alleys.

Ning Wushuang and the others didn't know where they went, and they didn't say to leave any marks.Xiao Yihe didn't hesitate, he chose a direction at random.

Yuhe Town is not too small, it can keep up with two Xinglin Cities.The south of the city is not as prosperous as the north of the city. There are mostly craftsmen, weaver girls and yarn-washing girls. Most of the households live in clusters. The streets and alleys are not as regular as the north of the city.

At night, there are few lights in the neighborhood, and occasionally women in rough clothes gather in front of the door to eat melon seeds and chat.

Seeing the two sword lords, he couldn't stop looking at them, and there was a new topic for chatting.

Xiao Yihe said: "This silk thread goes all the way in. Could it be that this ghost lives among the crowd?"

Xue Xuan nodded slightly: "Maybe it's the big hermit hiding in the city."

Xiao Yihe glanced at the dusty dilapidated houses on both sides, weeds even grew in the stone bricks, and what started as loom parts under the walls gradually turned into piles of wooden blocks and sacks.

Pulling the sword cut one, out of it flowed out a mass of sawdust and fine wood slag.

And the hanging silk thread stopped in front of one of the closed courtyard doors, Xiao Yihe bent down and picked up a sachet on the doorstep, wasn't this what Ning Wushuang was wearing today?He frowned tightly, raised his head and shouted: "Ning Wushuang! Mingchun Xi!"

The courtyard was silent, no one answered.

Xue Xuanwei drew his sword out of its sheath: "Be careful."

Xiao Yihe nodded, hung the sachet on himself, and kicked open the courtyard door... As soon as the moonlight shone, a group of figures stood densely in the courtyard, like ghost babies. Behind the suzerain.

A smell of sawdust wafted through the nostrils, mixed with the fragrance of fair-quality sandalwood, and there were a few pieces of wood stacked behind the door.

Xue Xuanwei looked at it carefully: "It's okay, it's an unfinished puppet."

Only then did Xiao Yihe stick out his head, complaining about who had nothing to do to put so many big-headed dolls at the door of the room, he panicked, suddenly, a skinny finger grabbed his shoulder——

A gloomy old voice came from behind: "You..."

"Oh my god!" Xiao Yihe jumped in fright, and ran directly to Xue Xuanwei.

Xue Xuanwei supported his thigh with one hand, and when he looked back, it was an old woman in a floral apron, holding a handful of peanuts in her hand.

Xiao Yihe breathed a sigh of relief, jumped down and said: "People are scary, scary to death."

The mother-in-law smiled and handed over a handful of peanuts: "Qiao Chuan is a famous puppeteer, are you here to ask him to carve puppets?"

"Qiao Chuan..." Xiao Yihe took the peanuts naturally, threw them into his mouth and chewed them, and when he rolled his eyes, he figured out that she was referring to the owner of this yard, and nodded quickly, "Yes, mother-in-law, I and My husband came here admiringly, but Master Qiao lives here?"

The mother-in-law said: "You guys are late, Qiao Chuan'er left more than a month ago!"

Xiao Yihe asked: "Do you know where it went?"

"We don't know this. He used to go to other places to perform "The Legend of the Jade Girl" for others. He went there for ten days and a half months, sometimes half a year. The Jade Girl puppets he made were much more delicate and vivid than others. That is a must in our Yuhe Town!" The mother-in-law praised her when she thought about it, "But if you are willing to wait, he may come back soon."

Xiao Yihe nodded, then remembered again: "Then did you see two people walking here just now? One of them is wearing a red dress, so pretty!"

The mother-in-law thought about it for a while, but maybe she didn't pay attention and shook her head.

"There are a lot of thieves in this area. The two of you seem to be from wealthy families. It's late, so be careful on the road." After she finished speaking, she went back to her yard quickly, and waved to them, indicating that it would be early go back.

Xiao Yihe thanked her, but still looked back at the courtyard.

More than a dozen puppets in human form stood on the ground. The white wooden flesh looks a bit like the color of human skin from a distance, but it is still creepy no matter how you look at it.

Xiao Yihe shivered, and stuffed his free hand into Xue Xuanwei's sleeve: "Hurry up, I'm afraid."

Regarding the word "scared", Xue Xuanwei didn't believe a word, but still held him tightly.Together, the two walked around the puppet on the ground, creaked, and pushed open the door that had been covered in dust for many days.

The inside of the house is not much different from what I imagined. There are two rooms inside and outside, with a door in the middle.In the outer room, there is a large table full of various carving tools. On the surrounding walls and shelves, there are either completed puppets or unfinished drawings.

The two casually glanced at the table, Xiao Yihe opened the painting basket beside the table, pulled out a few volumes of drawings to read, and said with a smile: "Master Qiao is really good at drawing beauties, if he doesn't want to be a puppet in the future, You can also go to the teahouse to sell pictures of beauties, those rich men will definitely buy it!"

Although a lot of deletions, deletions, alterations, and smears were made on the artwork, Xue Xuanwei was forced to appreciate it a few times, but he still recognized something, and said with a frown, "These... are all drawn by the same person, right?"

"Really?" Xiao Yihe unfolded a few pairs and compared them carefully, "Really, there is a tear mole under his eyes. Could this be his dream girl?"

With a bang, Xiao Yihe kicked something under his feet, and he bent down to pick it up—the wrist is plump and white, and the knuckles are delicate, this delicate carving skill is enough to distinguish the real one from the real one, if it wasn't because the hand feels too cold, he would almost recognize it as a human hand.

...just a bit bigger.

Ordinary puppets are only a foot long, and the smaller ones are as big as a palm. Judging from this hand alone, the whole body is probably as tall as an ordinary girl when it is carved.

He buried his head and looked under the table, and saw that there were more broken limbs scattered under the tablecloth, and they were all thrown on the ground randomly.

It seems that Qiao Chuan wants to be a jade girl puppet that is indistinguishable from a real person...

Xiao Yihe threw the severed hand away, rubbed his fingers on his body as if touching something dirty, and said with difficulty: "I have a bad premonition..."

Xue Xuan glanced at him slightly, his bad premonitions are generally not just "premonitions".

At this time, as expected, a bean lantern was flickered on and off in the inner room, and the candlelight was beating, and there was a faint singing: "Liu Rumei, clouds like hair, beautiful mist, sarong and fragrant snow. The dream is frightened, the clock is leaking, and the window is Xiaoying The waning moon..."

Xiao Yihe swallowed his saliva, thinking in his heart that disaster cannot be avoided, he walked over with concentration, but was grabbed by the wrist.

"Protect yourself." Xue Xuanwei blocked him slightly behind him before they went together.

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Pushing open the small door of the compartment, a heavy sandalwood aroma greeted me.

Under the beating lights, there is a beautiful figure of Chu Chu in front of the case, her skin is like white porcelain, her hair is like a green bun, she is holding a pipa hanging down her neck and tuning the strings. Just by looking at the profile, you can tell that she is a charming beauty.

It seems that I accidentally broke into a picture of a spring boudoir's resentful dream.

At this time, there were two handsome young men sitting opposite her, one was making tea and the other was studying ink.The movements of the two were stiff, and if you looked carefully, you could see white silk threads wrapped around their bodies, and the other end of the silk thread was hanging in mid-air, as if they had also become two puppets, being manipulated by strings.

Xiao Yihe shouted: "Wu Shuang, bright spring!"

The two stopped moving.

The beauty in front of the case turned her head sideways when she heard the sound, a small red mole under her eyes became more vivid, as if she had just tapped it.

Both of them were surprised at the same time - this is exactly the "Jade Girl" drawn on Qiao Chuan's sketch!

After the jade girl sang, her expression was delicate and beautiful, even the slight bloodshot eyes at the corners of her eyes were vividly outlined, and there was a strange brilliance in her two purple eyes that were polished like tourmalines, she looked back and smiled: "Are you also here to see me? "

Xiao Yihe suddenly realized something, and shouted: "—Don't look into her eyes!"