Grudge Breaker

Chapter 255 Gradually outrageous
"If I'm not mistaken, these puppet qi should come from that strange species."

"He was not completely dead before he became a necromancer. That is to say, Wu Jiu did not really kill him. After we left, someone else appeared and used some means to make him watch himself lose his soul, and eventually became an unconscious killing weapon."

Mo Tingfeng stated his conclusion calmly.

"That necromancer? How is that possible? He's clearly not a chaotic spirit, so where does the puppet aura come from?"

Ding Heran had an expression that suggested, "I haven't had much education, so don't lie to me."

"Use your brain to think about it."

Mo Tingfeng did not answer directly. He looked at the patio in the old house. Because of the heavy rain, several "small waterfalls" had formed on the eaves. The falling rain knocked down the wild grass and flowers growing on the edge of the patio.

It was raining so heavily and the Zai Po Boat had no sail or shelter. If Song Weichen forced herself to return, she would definitely be soaked and her body would not be able to bear it.

"We'll go back home after the rain stops."

As Mo Tingfeng spoke, he walked silently to the table and used magic to light the charcoal in the charcoal stove, then put the teapot on it to heat it up, wanting to get her a cup of warm water.

"Weiwei, come here. You've just sweated all over your back and your clothes aren't dry yet. Come over here and warm them up a bit."

Song Weichen responded softly and sat down obediently.

The "Puppet Hiding Technique" was very time-consuming and she was really exhausted. At this moment, she just wanted to warm herself up and have a good sleep. As for where the puppet energy in the underground cave came from, she didn't want to think about it at all. She just wanted to join the crowd and listen to the result.

But judging from Ding Heran's expression, he might have forgotten to bring his brain when he went out.

"Sir, I really can't figure out why. I have been the leader of Tianluo for 800 years, and I have never heard of or seen an evil creature with puppet aura except for Luanpo. This doesn't make sense at all."

……

His words quietly hurt Song Weichen, especially those two words - evil thing.

No wonder Mo Tingfeng repeatedly told her to hide the puppet aura in her body. It turned out that to some extent, she was already an evil creature... If the secret was revealed one day, she wondered how her former close friends in Si Chen Mansion would view her. Would they regard her as an enemy?
Song Weichen was looking gloomy and hadn't spoken a word. Ye Wujiu, who was pacing back and forth in the hall in silence, seemed to have the answer. He suddenly stopped and looked at Ding Heran.

"He Ran, have you noticed the shape of the puppet energy in the crypt?"

"The shape of puppet energy?"

Ding Heran didn't understand why he asked this question.

"Like a broken spider web, what's wrong?"

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"Don't you understand yet?"

"The soul controls movement. Judging from the necromancer's agility, he has at least one or two souls that have been deliberately preserved and sealed in his body."

"Although 'Thunderstorm' had no obsession when he died, his last moments must have been filled with fear, despair, and unwillingness. This emotion is very similar to the obsession of the chaotic soul, and it was preserved with the remaining soul - like a spoiled seed remaining in his body, which continued to rot, spread, and overflow over time, and finally turned into puppet energy."

"As a means of attack for Chaos Soul, puppet energy usually appears in clusters, pieces, or strands. The remaining energy is also like mist, and will never be like a broken net. And these puppet energies are overflowing from his body uncontrollably, so they are so wispy."

"So that's it!"

Ding Heran suddenly realized and secretly smacked his lips in amazement that Ye Wujiu could deduce so much information just by the shape of the puppet's qi.

He was a little jealous...

Mo Tingfeng was very satisfied with Ye Wujiu's inference. When the water boiled, he took the teapot off the charcoal stove, poured tea into the cup and handed it to Song Weichen, nodding in approval.

"What Wu Jiu said is very correct. Although Ma Zhenchun has puppet energy, he is not a chaotic soul. The usual methods of eliminating chaotic souls are ineffective against him and cannot kill him."

"We must first break the curse of the strange species before we can release the two remaining souls in his body and let his soul truly rest in peace."

Ding Heran took two steps towards Mo Tingfeng and bowed with his fists clasped.

"Sir, please forgive my stupidity. It was only after you and Wujiu's guidance that I understood the reason. I asked to lead the team to track down the necromancer. Since he has uncontrollable puppet energy leaking out of his body, we can use this as a means of tracking him and conduct preliminary control over him to prevent similar incidents from happening again in the Hidden Mist Village."

Mo Tingfeng nodded, looking thoughtfully at the rain in the courtyard that was gradually subsiding.

"He Ran, be careful."

"The rain will dissolve his spirit, and the rainy season is coming, making it easier for him to hide his whereabouts and appear and disappear mysteriously."

"Remember, don't act on impulse. Report immediately after discovering the suspect. Never try to capture him!"

"Yes!"

Ye Wujiu's eyes flickered, as if he had discovered something and wanted to say something, but he finally swallowed it back.

He had a feeling that the strange creature had intentionally "met" him, and that glance was more like a sign - don't be impatient, you'll be next.

After all, he had killed him.

Ye Wujiu had a feeling that the necromancer would definitely come looking for him. But it was just a "feeling", and Ye Wujiu, who always spoke with evidence, did not say it out loud.

He just stared at the broken flower petals that were blown down by the rain in the courtyard, and his hand gripping the hilt of the sword tightened again and again.

The rain stopped.
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When we returned to Si Chen Mansion, it was already dark.

Because of the three carbonized corpses brought back from the Hidden Mist Village, there are still many things that need to be arranged - what if the bodies of the three B-level warlocks brought back are not really dead, and they follow the example of "Thunder and Fire Storm" and pretend to be dead in the middle of the night, who can bear it?

Mo Tingfeng summoned a group of resentment-breaking masters to go to the meeting hall again. Song Weichen was really tired and asked for leave.

She took a hurried bath, sent Guyu away, and then locked the door of Wuqingju tightly.

For the first time in his life, Song Weichen did not go to sleep even though he was extremely sleepy. Instead, he returned to his meditation cushion, summoned his willpower to prepare for the civil service and doctoral exams, and calmed his mind while practicing over and over again: "Starting with the root energy of the three Huangting meridians to breathe in and out, bypassing the six chakras as a cycle, and every ninety-nine cycles constitute a round."

The puppet energy obtained in the Hidden Mist Village this time is abundant. At this moment, the puppet is like a fully charged power bank, with a "water head" luster all over its body filled with energy and blood.

Song Weichen carefully and devoutly placed the puppet in her Huangting to make the Qi respond and communicate with each other, completing rounds of puppet Qi circulation - she was not awakening her bloodline, and she vowed to turn from a poor student into a top student, but she just wanted to hear the little guinea pig call her "big sister" again.

Mo Tingfeng did not return home all night, and Song Weichen did not sleep all night.

It was not until dawn that she finally felt her Huangting getting hotter and hotter. A ball of something like cloud, fire, lightning and fog gradually emerged inside, and then jumped out and disappeared.

"Little chic!"

Shouting out subconsciously, Song Weichen opened his eyes and looked around the room, hoping to see the fluffy "Yiwu version of Pikachu", but there was no trace of it anywhere in his sight.

"Ugh……"

She leaned back with her hands on the ground, stretched out her legs that had been crossed until they were numb, and let out a long sigh.
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Wait a minute……

When she pushed herself back, her hand apparently touched a "big thing" - how to put it, like a ball... ?
Song Weichen yelled, jumped up from the mat and looked behind him. It was as if the pause button was pressed for three seconds.

A pair of boxing gloves, one red and one black, appeared before her eyes.

The painting style is becoming more and more unique!

Is this a phantom?
Could it be that... the little guinea pig has been biodegraded, recycled and reincarnated?

"No... Can you introduce yourself? What exactly are you, Densi?"

Song Weichen finally managed to find his voice again.

The boxing glove floated in the air, and the fist part swayed up and down towards Song Weichen, as if nodding.

Then the red glove opened its mouth and actually spoke... spoke... spoke...

"Master, I am your Phantom No. 2. As you can see, I am a top-level killing weapon that can easily knock out my opponent."

Before Song Weichen could say anything, the other glove "spoke".

"Come on, you are such a jerk. How can you beat anyone with your cotton-like strength? And it's a killing weapon, you little bastard, how dare you say such things."

It's hard to be tight, the black glove is actually a northeastern accent.

"Who are you calling Xiao Pa Cai?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are so angry, you will criticize whoever you are angry with."

"With your bald head, dancing and howling like crazy, you only use your mouth to talk!"

Red Gloves got so anxious that he began to speak with a Northeastern accent.

The second time was hard to hold, Song Weichen just wanted to hold her forehead, her feelings were all "MADE IN DONGBEI", as expected, the end of the universe was Tieling, she really believed it this time...

"What are you?"

"Hey, why are you?"

"Would you like to try another one?"

"...I'll kill you!"

Without any warning, the two gloves started "fighting" each other in front of Song Weichen, and the punches really hit the flesh, making the man gasp for breath.

Isn't it said that the Northeastern "What Literature Are You Looking At" is all about talking but no action? How come they are really fighting...

You throw a left hook, I throw a right hook - a familiar BGM suddenly sounded in her mind, "People who piss me off are in danger... Use the nunchakus quickly, hehe... Who is practicing Tai Chi, so successful?"

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Song Weichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was this pair of gloves definitely not meant to jinx her?
Who did he inherit this cowardly, arrogant, and nagging habit from?

No, can she still have a normal and presentable phantom? !