Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 388 Puppet Technique
"Meow~!"

The white cat's cry was a little shrill in the dark night, and its dark yellow eyes were like floating fireflies, making people shudder.

"So fast?"

Michiko in the darkness opened her eyes, her face sinking like water.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and the shadow of the door was reflected on the door paper by the dim candlelight, indistinct.

"Master, there are people approaching the branch. There are more than [-] people. They should be from the police."

The door whispered.

Swish!
The door was opened, Michiko walked out barefoot with a cold face, stared at him and asked, "Are you exposed today?"

"should not."

The door lowered its eyes and denied it.

Michiko's complexion became even uglier.

If they hadn't been exposed, how did the police come to the door?
"Shou."

She commanded in a low voice.

"Hi!"

The gate turned and left, and the subordinates on both sides quickly followed and gathered in the courtyard.

"Meow~!"

The white cat came to her feet and rubbed her calf with its tail.

Michiko looked solemn, and said to the mantis standing by the door on the other side, "Come with me."

With that said, she turned and returned to the small room.

Burning incense candles in the room, filled with smoke.

Michiko came to the incense table enshrining the shipan, lifted the red cloth covering it, and took it down.

"Help me carry the incense table out."

She gave instructions to the praying mantis behind her.

Mantis stepped forward, raised the incense table with light hands, and followed her to the main gate.

The white cat followed her feet restlessly, barking non-stop.

Asking Mantis to place the incense table at the main entrance, facing the gate of the courtyard, Michiko knelt behind the incense table, leaned over to pick up the white cat, and gently comforted it.

The white raccoon showed that it felt threatened, which meant that there was an extraordinary power among the visitors. Therefore, the visitors should be the official extraordinary organization, and only they had the ability to lock the location of the branch so quickly.

Under the night, the gunmen and shadow guards were already in their positions, hiding in the darkness.

A trace of mist rises from the ground and floats upwards.

The night wind blows, but the mist is thick and dense, and lingers for a long time.

Damon sat sideways on the side of the courtyard gate, with a big sword across his knees.

Mantis stood quietly behind Michiko, leaning on the dagger, motionless.

Michiko comforted the white cat and looked at the courtyard door quietly.

Now that the other party has come to the door, he must have made complete preparations. It is definitely unrealistic to escape, and he will only be surrounded by the other party like a fleeing hare.

Michiko chose to retreat and give the right of choice to the other party to see how the other party makes a choice.

If you want to talk, it's naturally the best, if you want to fight... Humph!It's not necessarily who suffers!
……

"Wait a moment."

When he came outside the courtyard, Yan Zhen suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "We have been discovered."

"Yes."

Uncle Feng looked at the fog that was beginning to thicken above the yard: "The cloudiness there is getting heavier and heavier, so be careful."

Crunch!

The originally closed courtyard door suddenly opened, revealing the foggy interior. A man could be vaguely seen kneeling and sitting on the left side of the door, but he couldn't see his face clearly, let alone the situation inside.

"It's rare to have friends visiting at such a late hour, come in and sit down?"

A female voice suddenly came out from the courtyard gate, fluttering without a foot.

"What a profound cultivation!"

Uncle Feng blurted out, everyone was surprised, then backed away for a distance, and lay in ambush.

Yan Zhen observed the situation inside the courtyard gate, frowned and said, "Don't go in rashly, or you may fall into a trap."

Aaron asked: "Do you want to call the Flying Tigers for support?"

"No."

Gasan shook his head and said, "The situation here is complicated, and the Flying Tigers can't help much if they come. Maybe it will lose manpower, and the gain outweighs the loss."

"Then what should we do? Surrounded until dawn?" Aaron murmured in a low voice.

Gasan thought for a while, and said seriously: "Since she is willing to communicate, you might as well talk to her. I'll go in and see the situation first."

"Captain, I'll go with you!"

Aaron took the initiative to speak.

"no!"

Jia Shan shook his head, and said to Yan Zhen, "You and I will go."

"Ok?"

Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows, and when he saw Aaron looking over, he coughed lightly, and said seriously: "I'll go! I join forces with Gasan, even if they want to harm us, they won't be able to keep us."

"But..." Aaron wanted to say something, but was blocked by Jiashan with a stare.

"It's not impossible to let him go together."

Uncle Feng, who had been observing the direction of the mist, suddenly interjected, "The woman used the yin energy of the corpse farm to arrange a formation. I have a way to break the formation, but I need someone to cooperate with me to find the formation."

Yan Zhen was surprised and asked: "Do you know Qimen Dunjia?"

Uncle Feng didn't answer, but just looked at Gasan and asked what he meant.

Gasan hesitated, but Aaron couldn't wait to agree first: "Okay, I will cooperate with you! What do you want me to do?"

"follow me."

Uncle Feng pulled him aside and whispered, "Take off your clothes."

"what?"

Aaron was surprised: "Why did you take off your clothes?"

"Stop talking nonsense, take off quickly, or it will be too late."

Aaron didn't think about it any more, and took off his underwear directly, leaving only a pair of underpants to hide his shame, standing shivering in the night wind.

Uncle Feng opened the box, took out a bundle of red rope, and shook it in the wind.

"Put out your hand."

Uncle Feng ordered, and Aaron quickly stretched out his hands.

Uncle Feng held the red rope with both hands, tied a knot, put it on Aaron's index finger, and then wrapped the other end around his index finger.

Afterwards, he took out a piece of talisman paper, shook a ball of fire against the wind, and put it on the red rope.

The red rope ignites when it encounters a fire, and it burns extremely fast. Before Aaron can react, the flames have completely burned the red rope on his index finger, leaving only a circle of scorched black marks.

"Officer Lin, why did you burn me?"

Aaron rubbed his fingers and couldn't help complaining.

"This is called the puppet technique, and it is a technique in the orthodox Qimen Dunjia."

Uncle Feng explained: "When the Jiuju faction was introduced to the Neon Kingdom, they only learned a little superficiality, so they can only control walking corpses, not living people."

As he spoke, he raised his index finger, which was also burnt with a faint black mark, and lightly hooked it.

Aaron felt something was wrong, raised his right hand and looked, and the burned index finger moved with Uncle Feng's movements.

"This……"

Aaron was very surprised. Although he also mastered extraordinary power, it was the first time he had seen Uncle Feng's magical method.

"The other hand."

Uncle Feng pulled out another piece of red rope and did the same thing, binding the other hands of the two together.

Afterwards, he used two red ropes to bind the feet of the two of them. Aaron watched him busy and asked puzzledly: "Officer Lin, can I put on my clothes first? It's so cold!"

"No, it's not over yet."

Uncle Feng took out another box of ground cinnabar, took out a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and started writing on Aaron's body.

Puppet art has a distance limit, beyond a certain distance, it will not be effective. These runes written by Uncle Feng are to extend the use distance of puppet art.

"All right."

As Uncle Feng used the last stroke to connect the marks on Aaron's feet with the runes, Aaron only felt that his body became stiffer and he was a little disobedient.

(End of this chapter)