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The puppet family

"what is the sound of this?" Honger's voice trembled a little, and when she said it, she approached me subconsciously.

"Don't panic. It's OK." I comfort hong'er, but in fact, I have no bottom in my heart. After all, I can't use my spiritual power now.

"Psychic, good!"

"What do you want? There are no Hades here. There are only ordinary people. You have been hiding for so many years. What's the point? " I was a little angry and roared at the air.

The dark light flashed through my eyes, and I was really aiming at the white scenery.

"Hell!!! Wang!!!! Your highness

"Your Highness the Hades All of a sudden, the sound of a sudden stone shocked several of us again.

However, I dare not take it lightly. Lian Baijing, a member of the puppet family, is no longer the king of Hades. He is just an ordinary person. They still want to pursue him.

"It seems that it's all artificial. Someone is playing tricks." The tension on the sword's face was gone.

We came to the place where the sound came from. There were some newly fallen leaves on the ground. The leaves were stained with blood, but no human figures were seen.

Light.

We looked at each other, one by one, toward the direction of the voice just came, carefully walked. The night pearl in Bai Jing's hand is faint

the paper man stops shaking and everything is quiet again.

Bai Jing has some more hidden weapons in his hand. He buys them at the corners of his mouth and smiles. Then he sends them all out. We can't see them, but we can feel that they have hit the target.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The laughter began to ring again, coming from all directions.

At this time, the paper man on the tree shook violently again, making a rustling sound, like the sound of the wind blowing leaves.

"It's really being manipulated behind the scenes." Bai Jing smiles faintly. And cut off the silk thread from the body.

The sound of head shattering.

There was a distant sound, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and bones

"try it and you'll know." Bai Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and grasped all the silk threads on the corpse in his hand, and then pulled hard.

"I don't know?" I shook my head. I knew nothing about this puppet.

"Where do these threads go? Whether it leads to the person behind the scenes. " Bai Jing picked up a silk thread and asked

the voice stopped.

I also feel strange, the sword is a cruel man, regardless of a sword, stabbed his mouth, directly cut off the tongue.

"This man should be dead. How can he make a sound?" The horror of Hong er's face.

Suddenly. The corner of his mouth rose and pulled out a strange smile, which made people's scalp numb. His mouth opened slightly, and the strange laughter came out of his mouth.

At this time, the silk thread moved, the body immediately turned over, and turned itself into a face up, the bloody face facing us.

I turned her over. Sure enough, there were a lot of thin silk threads pulling at his back.

Which sword of Jian 1 just hit his throat, but the whole body has been shriveled. It seems that he has been dead for a long time.

The dust on the ground, with a strong smell of blood.

As soon as the sword goes down, the face falls off, and the whole person falls down.

"Ah Hong Er screamed and fell down.

The laughter was getting closer and closer, so close that it seemed to come from the top of our head. Several of us looked up at the same time, and a bloody face magnified in front of us.

With that laughter, the paper people we took off suddenly moved. First, they shook violently, and then they flew back to the tree, close to the trunk.

"Again." The sword said with indignation.

"Ha ha ha ha..." The strange laughter rang again, and the sound was far away from us.

I was silent, puppet art. I didn't expect to meet him after I came here. Did I come to Baijing again? But now Baijing is just a normal person, and they have not let go.

"We have never heard of such a technique. It sounds like an evil sect." As soon as the sword turned over the paper man, he said.

"Puppet art?" Bai Jing looks at me suspiciously.

"Puppet art!" I exclaimed.

I picked it up and saw that there was a thin silk thread behind the paper man.

"We need to get one down and have a look." As soon as I finished speaking, Bai Jing flew to cut down the nearest string of paper figures with a sword,

"I'm not sure yet." I shook my head in disbelief, but still not sure.

"I have never seen it, princess. Do you know what this is?" Hong Er looked at me and asked, looking forward to it."What are these things? I've never seen such a strange thing." Sword said a face of disgust.

I don't know where it came from just now. What's more, the weird laughter is not from the paper man.

Although they are similar in shape, they have different expressions. Some are grinning, some are showing their teeth, and some are smiling. But they all have one common feature, that is, they are ugly.

Although we had psychological preparation, we were still shocked by the scene in front of us. There were a lot of paper people on the tree in front of us, which was a bit like a sunny doll.

Bai Jing took out a pearl of the night. At this time, we finally had a bright light, and our vision gradually became broad.

I feel the hairs on my body stand up and I feel sick in my stomach.

I am no longer familiar with this sound. I will never forget that night when I first learned that there were ghosts and gods in the world, the female ghost who climbed out of the abandoned teaching building heard such a sound first.

"Tick, tick, tick." Just now the laughter stopped and turned into a ticking sound, like the sound of water dripping on the ground.

Like an old man's voice, and like to lengthen the end, drag very long, one by one in the empty forest echo.

"Children, get up." It's like giving orders. I'm still confused. Who is giving orders to? As a result, those already silent paper figures shake again, this time more violently than the previous ones.

Those paper people flew to us from the tree, and at first only saw a few, but the results were more and more. They rushed to us, dense, and we were surrounded by groups, and their mouths also made a creaking sound.