When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

The short, fat, headless body that was closest was undoubtedly the fastest, after all, it was at the same table as Su Ming, and Su Ming had just kicked its head like a ball, which had undoubtedly enraged it.

At this moment, the short, fat, headless body that pounced was like a giant fat mantis, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Then, he was literally thrown into a coffin!

Bang!

The enormous black coffin tore through the air, creating a shockwave that instantly shattered the headless body.

Instead of the expected blood and flesh splattering, countless twisted and broken parts were scattered.

The round head on the stage froze for a moment, its face contorted with malice, before witnessing what was about to happen—a truly horrifying scene.

Then, Su Ming grabbed the huge black coffin and swung it around like Sun Wukong wielding his golden cudgel.

boom--

The terrifying force unleashed a violent impact in an instant.

The surrounding tables, chairs, and the melon seeds, peanuts, and fruits and vegetables were also pulled by the violent airflow, instantly torn into countless large and small splinters and fragments, spinning rapidly with terrifying destructive power.

The countless greedy villagers who rushed forward couldn't help but show expressions of terror at this moment, as if they had been hit head-on by a terrifying tornado. They were instantly sent flying into the air, their bodies covered in numerous cuts. The rapidly spinning splinters of wood were like countless sharp blades flying rapidly across their bodies and heads, as if they were being torn apart by a thousand cuts.

Needle-like splinters pierced the villagers' eyes and ears, pushing towards their brains.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Countless agonizing screams echoed through the labyrinth at that moment.

The combination with the mournful music playing on the stage made it even more terrifying.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, fragmented and mangled figures plummeted from the sky, crashing onto the open ground, the stage, or the surrounding buildings...

Strangely, not only did the mutilated figures not bleed, but instead, they dropped a filling material resembling flesh and blood. Beneath this filling material were numerous complex wooden or iron parts.

The only thing covering it was a fine human skin, but now these skins were torn with large holes, like damaged and broken products.

The faces of the several human heads that had fallen to the ground were also cut open with wounds of various sizes, and their faces were mixed with expressions of greed and fear, emitting terrifying screams similar to "Ahhhhh".

Even so, those mangled figures still retained some signs of life.

One by one, the broken arms and legs moved rapidly on the ground, as if trying to escape, ignoring even the shattered bodies and rolling heads not far away.

This scene perfectly embodies the phrase "going their separate ways".

"A human skin puppet?"

Su Ming continued to leisurely munch on sunflower seeds, watching the scene unfold with great interest.

These human-like puppets not only possess human-like intelligence but can also speak and have a certain fighting ability, making them almost indistinguishable from ordinary people in every aspect.

Unless they are dissected, it would be very difficult to tell them apart.

Its survival ability is terrifying; even after being cut into pieces and having its limbs and torso torn apart, it still retains a certain degree of life and spirit.

If Su Ming hadn't caused such severe damage, shattering a large number of their internal parts...

These puppets that can move human skin can probably pick up the parts and put them back together, which is practically a kind of "immortality".

Replacing it with another chosen one would likely cause considerable trouble.

However, Su Ming noticed that some of the broken puppet bodies stopped moving after losing the human skin that covered them.

This means that the source of power for these puppet creations should be the special human skin they wear, and that human skin is also the source of their spirituality.

This is somewhat similar to the paper figures that appear in "The Gravedigger".

However, compared to paper figures, these human skin puppets are clearly more complex and more powerful.

Just as Su Ming was cracking sunflower seeds and peanuts, lost in thought.

The once lively stage fell silent again, and the actors responsible for performing also stopped subconsciously, silently watching the uninvited guests who had disrupted the performance below.

The round head on the stage and the white-haired old man in the rich man's robe stared blankly at the figure below the stage cracking melon seeds, and subconsciously swallowed.

seemingly,

Something's not right here!

Shouldn't the advantage be in my hands?!

The old man, frail and worn out, dressed in the clothes of a wealthy man and with a greedy expression on his face, sat down shakily, looking like a withered old eggplant, his arrogance gone.

Even that gloomy old face was smiling like a chrysanthemum, full of ingratiating intent.

"Brave warrior, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Before the old magistrate could finish speaking, his face still bearing a fawning expression, he suddenly rushed towards the house next door.

Look at those agile steps; there's not a trace of the weakness of old age. When they run, they're faster than anyone else.

Clearly, he was just feigning weakness to find an opportunity to escape.

However, even though he ran very fast, he couldn't outrun a coffin!

"Did I let you leave?"

Su Ming, who was cracking sunflower seeds, glanced at it casually and then swung the huge black coffin in his hand.

A massive shadow instantly loomed over the old man's head.

boom!

The enormous black coffin crashed to the ground, and a large number of complex parts and fillings splattered out from under it.

A torn human skin was swiftly and decisively pressed under the coffin.

A dull thud came from inside the coffin.

The "zombie," with its eyes closed, blue face, fangs, and blackened forehead, had been repeatedly smashed and rammed, leaving it with a bump on its head.

Perhaps they felt that the screaming and scurrying human-skinned puppets around them were too noisy.

Su Ming took out the [Gravekeeper's Oil Lamp] from his sleeve.

A burst of violent flames descended.

The noisy sounds around me vanished without a trace in an instant.

Those human skin puppets were completely wiped out.

After finishing a few small tasks, Su Ming turned his gaze to the several silent "actors" on the stage.

On the stage, several "actors" trembled, just as they were about to continue their performance.

A woman dressed in a plain white theatrical costume, with a seductive face and smeared with makeup, slowly walked off the stage and handed it to Su Ming, holding something that could move.

It was the round, chubby human head that had just been kicked up.

However, the round head no longer had the arrogant and resentful expression it had just displayed; instead, it looked like it was weeping bitterly.

"Brave warrior, no, dear father, no, you are my grandfather! Your grandson knows he was wrong. Your grandson was blinded by that old bastard's lard and dared to be disrespectful to you, grandfather. That old bastard deserves to die a thousand deaths. Fortunately, grandfather displayed his might and killed him. Your grandson is willing to abandon darkness and embrace light, and serve you like a dog..."