unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 122
People who fall here take off all pretense, all propriety, justice and shame are thrown away, leaving only the naked self.

In order to survive, people can do anything.

Cannibalism and murder have become commonplace.

The last survivors are people like Zhang Xu, who are full of disgust for everything in this world.

The "woman" in the coffin did not change in any way, nor did the blood fall on the wedding dress.

Only the dull faces silently invited them to stay.

There is no use in sacrificing human beings.

Song Yu looked out from Gu Beiqi's shoulder, and because of the blood, the "woman" in the coffin suddenly showed a flaw.

She patted Gu Beiqi's shoulder and asked him to come closer.

Gu Beiqi took three steps forward and walked in front of everyone. The coffin was close at hand.
Blood fell on the "woman's" body. If you look closely, you can see a red line as thin as a hair.

Song Yu whispered: "It's a puppet man."

This is a puppet man, also called a puppet. In some places, it is also called a puppet.

The puppets in the cave are used to make plays, and they are good at singing and dancing. They can change their appearance according to their will. The liver, gallbladder, heart, lungs, spleen, kidneys, intestines and stomach, as well as the muscles, bones, limbs, fur, teeth and hair, are all fake. Detachable and composite.

But they have never seen such a realistic puppet.

If the blood hadn't sprayed on the puppet, there would have been a bloody mark on the neck, which was the mark of the mortise and tenon, and it would have been impossible to tell that this was a puppet.

Gu Beiqi held her tightly on his back and was very afraid of the situation in front of him. He didn't feel that the spiritual beings were dangerous, but he felt that the people around him were already more dangerous than the spiritual beings.

He whispered: "Things that are close to people are most likely to become spiritual objects, especially puppets, wax figures, and clay figures that are inherently similar to people. Compared with this, we must pay more attention to people."

Song Yu patted him on the shoulder to show that he knew.

Seeing Gu Beiqi standing so close, there was no danger. More and more people came closer, wanting to see something.

However, just as they stepped forward, the doll, half sitting in the coffin, suddenly made a dark, high-pitched voice.

No one knows where the sound comes from.

"find me."

These three words were filled with a woman's resentment, pain, pity, and anger. The heavy emotions echoed in the dark post house. The dead branches and leaves were rolled up by the breath and turned on the ground.

At this moment, Song Yu actually reached out his hand and grabbed a man beside him who had been silent.

The man wore a hat and remained silent. He was about to take a step back, but Song Yu held him tightly. When he was about to break free, it was already too late.

As the voice fell, darkness completely covered the inn, and the dim lights lit up one by one. In the blink of an eye, what they saw in front of them was no longer an inn and a coffin, but a deep mansion.

What followed was the shrill cries of countless women mixed together, which made people's ears hurt.

The door was open and looking in, a man was holding a slender knife in his hand and a woman's head in his left hand. Blood was dripping from the knife and the woman's head, and the entire bluestone board was covered in blood.

When everyone was at a loss, the woman suddenly opened her eyes, looked at everyone, and said in a breathless voice: "Find me."

Blood rushed over like water, staining all the ground red. The scene just seen disappeared instantly, and what came oncoming was not the smell of blood.

All they could see were rows of puppets.

Finished, unfinished, painted, unpainted, with or without eyes, they all "watch" these strangers.

Some people began to walk inside, trying to find a way to leave here. After everyone entered the house, only Song Yu and Gu Beiqi were left there, as well as the people who were tightly held by Song Yu.

Song Yu got off Gu Beiqi's back and tore off the hats of the people around him.

"Wanlan Sect, long time no see."

Standing in front of them was the Wanlan Sect with a baby face and an aura like a dead person.

Gu Beiqi didn't notice it at all, and was startled when he saw him. He couldn't help but feel scared when he thought that this person had been standing next to him just now.

This man is too evil.

But Wan Lanzong obviously didn't think he was evil. He sighed regretfully and asked Song Yu: "How did you know I was there?"

He mingled in the crowd just to ensure that Song Yu would enter this game, but he didn't expect to get himself involved as well.

Song Yu smiled half-heartedly: "Tell me if you have ever had a baby pee."

Wan Lanzong groaned in his heart, feeling ashamed and ashamed in a rare moment, but his face was as gray as ever.

He really missed women, but he was no match for Old Phoenix. Although this woman neither hit nor scolded him, she looked as dignified as an old gentleman in school, and he couldn't even go out to find her.

It's like being in a dark prison.

He often wanted to kill Old Phoenix, but when he saw that Old Phoenix was so powerful and would be very useful in the future, he was reluctant to do it again and again, so much so that sometimes he even wondered if he had fallen in love with Old Phoenix.

But as soon as the idea came up, he immediately gave himself a big mouth.

Thinking of this, Wanlan Sect put on an expression that said "360 days a year, the wind, sword, frost and sword will force each other" and got down to business.

"Song Yu, you have already raised spiritual animals, right? As long as you have swallowed them once, the matter of raising them will be with you forever, because you know how wonderful this taste is, the spirit and the human being merge into one, your The body blurs the boundaries between human and spiritual, right?"

At that moment, people can even touch the boundaries of all things.

People will become part of chaos, not knowing whether it is yin and yang or black and white, or even whether they are decayed or alive.

Song Yu scratched his head, wondering what he wanted to do with this long list, and felt that the feeling when he spoke was a bit like Taoist chanting sutras, which made people feel sleepy after listening to it.

"What the hell? I don't think so."

Wan Lanzong persevered in trying to educate her, and he rambled on for a long time, which was even more verbose than Liu Zhongxu's storytelling.

Song Yu's face was filled with doubts, and his rejection of knowledge was written all over his face.

Wan Lanzong almost choked when he saw her expression, but soon a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Song Yu and Gu Beiqi sincerely.

"Actually, we can turn fighting into jade. What I want to do is to clean up this messy world and create a perfect human being. It doesn't conflict with you getting rid of spirits. Why don't we just leave it alone? Hate, how about being friends?"

He really had a headache with Song Yu.

Sometimes, he felt that killing Song Yu was just a matter of raising his hand, but more often, he felt that Song Yu would not lie there waiting to die.

It is probably the essence that is concentrated. This man is not tall, but his brain is unusually flexible, especially when it comes to spiritual objects.

Song Yu also looked at him sincerely: "Seriously?"

Wanlan Sect nodded quickly: "Seriously."

Song Yu bared his teeth and smiled: "Since we are all friends, let me ask you some questions and you should be able to answer them."

(End of this chapter)