Chapter 162 - Tear Of Puppets
In an instant, my heart is filled with guilt. That kind of shame really makes it impossible for me to hide.
"So, you mean you don't want to give up, do you?" After hearing his master's words, the old man's gaze towards his master gradually changed. At the end, he spoke to his master with an especially solemn tone.
As for me, I extended my head out from behind Uncle Feng to see what was going on. However, before my head could even stretch out, it was forcibly pushed back by Uncle Feng.
But I also know that Uncle Feng didn't say anything to protect me, and only obediently stayed behind Uncle Feng.
"Do you think this is a question of ceding or not loving? That's my disciple. " With regards to the old man's words, his master could no longer hold it in.
However, not to mention Master, even I, upon hearing the words of the old man, became extremely angry.
What does it mean to be cut off from my loved ones? It's not like I'm a thing, an item.
"So, you're saying you don't want to." After he stood up, the old man looked at my master. At this time, a black figure slowly floated back to the back of the old man.
Taking advantage that the Uncle Feng didn't notice us, I quietly stuck out my head and carefully sized up this old man. In my mind, I actually felt that this old man looked very familiar.
As if I'd seen him before, somewhere.
But of course, this thought is only in my own heart, as for speaking of it, my master and the Uncle Feng would probably treat me as an idiot.
It's one thing if you seem familiar with him, but to think that you would seem familiar with him. Are you saying that I'm not an idiot?
"You two seem to be quite capable, but don't forget, I still have his help. Even if the two of you were to join forces, you still wouldn't be his match." Looking at his master and Uncle Feng, the old man then looked at the little demon behind him and said.
He had worked so hard for so many years. If he could be casually tortured to death by someone else, why did he have to spend so much effort to nurture him?
"Let's attack together." After hearing the old man's words, Master and Uncle Feng looked at each other, then decided to attack together.
After all, it was better to end the battle quickly than to delay it to the end.
Seeing Uncle Feng and my master charge towards the old man, my heart rose to my throat.
However … It was just as the old man had said. After the little ghost saw his master and Uncle Feng rush over, he immediately threw himself in front of them, blocking the old man.
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a special sympathy for this little ghost.
He originally didn't want to be in such a state, but now, he was actually going to protect the person that hurt him. He didn't know if the little ghost had his own consciousness, and if the little ghost had his own, he didn't know how sad the little ghost would be.
Did he just see the little demon pestering his master and Uncle Feng? I made it so that Master and Uncle Feng couldn't hurt the old man, but I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I actually saw grief in the little ghost's eyes, and two drops of tears slowly flowed down.
"Master, he's crying." Unable to hold it in for a moment, I immediately called out to my master along with me.
Phantom creatures are born without tears, but now this little devil is crying, which makes my heart tremble.
He had no idea what had happened to this little imp, but now, he was crying.
"Don't spout nonsense like ghosts. How can there be tears?" After hearing my words, Master subconsciously rebutted my words.
How could ghosts cry? I must have been mistaken.
"Master, take a good look. He's really crying." Pointing at the kid, I yelled at my master again.
This time, I was able to see it clearly. The little ghost was crying.
"Speak! Kid, how did you actually obtain it?" After hearing what I said, Master subconsciously looked at the little ghost's eyes. However, it was only for this single glance that Master's expression immediately changed. He looked at the old man and questioned him loudly.
Ghosts were born without tears, but now this little ghost was crying. This could only mean that this little ghost must have suffered some sort of great injustice.
"You scum." Uncle Feng also followed his master's words and glanced at the little ghost, immediately becoming angry.
This old man really didn't know what kind of heinous crime he had done, to actually be together with him. Uncle Feng truly had the mood of slapping him to death with a single slap.
"Hahaha, the strong preys on the weak, the survival of the fittest is this everlasting law of survival of nature. Him becoming my puppet is because his skills are inferior to others, and he has no way of obtaining his freedom. Even if he is unwilling, what can he do? Now, don't you still have to obediently listen to me?" When he saw that Uncle Feng and Master were about to go crazy from anger, the old man laughed out loud and said to the two of them.
Hearing the elder's tone, I didn't sense any hint of remorse in his words. Instead, he spoke with a righteous tone.
Suddenly, I understood what Master had said.
All living things in the world had their own character and character. Some people were transformed by animals, while others were transformed by humans.
Now that he thought about it, there was nothing wrong with it.
"I know that you don't really want to be a puppet right now, but can you stand aside and not interfere in this matter? After we finish dealing with this bad guy, we will definitely think of a way for you to be reincarnated." Looking at the kid, I shouted tentatively.
However, after I shouted those words, the old man looked at me and laughed, as though he was looking at a fool.
For a moment, I didn't know what the old man meant, why he was looking at me like that and smiling.
"He's a puppet that I created. Do you think …?" Does he listen to anyone but me? " After laughing out loud, the old man looked at me and said slowly.
My heart was filled with grief at the old man's words.
Of course I know that the little ghost is the old man's puppet, so she would only recognize the old man as her master and listen to her master's words. As for the words of others, even if she wanted to listen, she wouldn't have the ability to rebel against her master.