Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Chapter 127 Parasite

Most of the Japanese soldiers captured last night bore the marks of interrogation, and they all looked listless.

Under the control of the Shadow Spider, he staggered and swayed as he walked to the center of the venue.

"These..."

Cui Ming pointed to the prisoners below.

"These are the Japanese devils who have infiltrated Shenji Town and established several strongholds there in recent days."

"I believe most people understand that last night, our Divine Machine Alliance discovered that these people were plotting something sinister, so we destroyed and captured them overnight."

Upon hearing Cui Ming's words, some people in the room breathed a sigh of relief. So it was the Japanese... No wonder Master Cui was so ruthless.

Just as Cui Ming was about to continue introducing the identities and abilities of these people, thereby revealing the infiltration of the Japanese devils into Japan,

A strong, youthful voice suddenly rang out from one side of the hall, interrupting Cui Ming's words.

"Wait a minute!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome young man with fair skin stand up.

This man was dressed smartly and had an arrogant demeanor, looking exactly like a pampered young master from a wealthy family. The pale-faced young man spoke loudly.

"Master Cui! Empty words are not enough! How can you prove that these people are indeed Japanese supernatural beings?"

"Is it too arbitrary to make such a judgment based solely on your words, Master Cui?"

"What if it's your Divine Machine Alliance trying to establish your authority by arbitrarily arresting some unrelated people to kill innocent people and claim credit, then labeling them as Japanese devils?"

"We've come all this way, we can't just believe your side of the story, can we?"

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy meeting room instantly fell silent, so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop.

Most of the attendees were taken aback at first, and then looked at the speaker with strange expressions, as if they were looking at an idiot.

Last night's crescent moon and the strength and control that the Divine Machine Alliance has shown are evident to all.

Raising such unfounded questions at this moment seems extremely inappropriate and foolish.

However, there will always be some foolish people in this world. Some people in the hall even had a thoughtful look on their faces, as if they felt that such doubts were not entirely unreasonable.

Cui Ming did not show any anger or resentment at being offended. Instead, he smiled slightly and calmly looked at the pretty boy.

"Your Excellency is meticulous and thoughtful. May I ask your teacher? It would be good for me to know which master has such insightful views."

Upon hearing this, the pretty boy immediately adopted the attitude of a shameless scoundrel.

"I am just a nobody, I dare not reveal my sect."

"What if you, Hall Master Cui, hold a grudge against me and later accuse my sect of treason, and then carry out that ruthless extermination? Wouldn't I become a sinner against my sect?"

These words drew silent disapproval from many in the audience.

This person's behavior is suspicious, and his words are full of provocation and incitement; his intentions are despicable.

However, several young, inexperienced women in the hall were captivated by his appearance and his outspokenness.

Ignoring the disapproving looks from his elders, he whispered in agreement, agreeing that what he said made some sense, and demanded that the Divine Machine Alliance provide more conclusive evidence.

Cui Ming's expression remained unchanged, still bearing that faint smile, but his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Since you are unwilling to speak, then I will speak for you."

"The body you are wearing right now originally belonged to Liu Ruolin, the young master of the Northeast Dragon Sect!"

Ignoring the gasps of surprise from the crowd, Cui Ming's gaze was sharp as he stared intently at the other man's suddenly contracting pupils.

"You don't need to worry that I will hold a grudge against you and wipe out your entire family because of this."

"Because a month ago, all 247 members of the Northeast Dragon Sect were slaughtered, and the entire family perished!"

"And the body you are wearing, Liu Ruolin fought a bloody battle on his own family's territory, personally killing thirty-two of your Japanese freaks before he died from exhaustion, sacrificing himself heroically for his family!"

Cui Ming's voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling killing intent that resounded throughout the entire venue.

"Am I right?!"

boom--!

The entire venue erupted in an uproar!

Now that the Northeast has been occupied, news from there is difficult to get through. Even some of the major sects present only know that many sects have been wiped out.

However, the specific details are unclear, and no one knew that the young master of the Dragon Sect had performed such a feat.

Now that Cui Ming has exposed his identity in public, 'Liu Ruolin' avoids eye contact and is no longer as sharp-tongued as before.

Those sitting around him, how could they not understand what was going on? They immediately moved away like a tide, instantly isolating him.

The female supernatural beings who had spoken up for him earlier were filled with shame, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Their elders quickly stood up and bowed in apology to Cui Ming.

"Master Cui, my daughter is ignorant and has been deceived. I hope you will forgive her!"

"This young disciple is inexperienced and has been deceived by the appearance of a treacherous person. He will be strictly disciplined upon his return!"

Cui Ming waved his hand, his gaze never leaving "Liu Ruolin".

"It's alright. Young people lack experience and have insufficient understanding of the dangers of the world, which is understandable."

He then abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning menacing.

"So, you've had your fill of acting, aren't you going to show your true colors?"

Upon hearing Cui Ming's words, Liu Ruolin's face first showed surprise, then instantly turned sinister and ruthless.

He let out a strange, grating laugh, his voice no longer the clear, youthful tone of before, but hoarse, aged, and filled with resentment.

"Hehehe... Master Cui, truly impressive methods and intelligence! We've wiped out everyone who knew the truth; it seems someone is disloyal to the Empire..."

As Liu Ruolin spoke, his posture changed, becoming hunched over instead of upright, and he exuded an unsettling, chilling aura.

He was completely different from his previous image as a refined gentleman.

"But..."

He asked in a sinister tone.

"Since Hall Master Cui is so knowledgeable about the Dragon Journey Sect, why didn't your Divine Strategist Alliance offer any assistance back then?"

"Instead, you sit idly by and watch my imperial warriors annihilate them all? How are you any different from an accomplice by turning a blind eye to their deaths?"

Even at this moment, this strange Japanese man still didn't forget to use words to stir up suspicion in people's hearts.

This ability to distort the truth and the questioning that shifts the focus still caused many people with weak wills to waver.

Boom!

Master Huiming of Puji Temple could no longer bear to see it and struck the ancient bell in his hand.

Most of the extraordinary individuals in the arena then came to their senses as if waking from a dream.

Unbeknownst to them, the vast majority of people in the venue had already fallen into the trap set by this strange Japanese man.

Just as everyone was about to seize the Japanese soldier in a fit of rage, they discovered that Cui Ming's attention had shifted from 'Liu Ruolin' to the other side of the venue.

On a seemingly unremarkable middle-aged man dressed in gray cloth.

The middle-aged man, whose gaze was fixed on by Cui Ming, had a fleeting look of panic in his eyes.

Almost simultaneously, a chilling aura similar to that emanating from 'Liu Ruolin' emanated from him.

At this moment, Cui Ming's gaze shifted again, this time landing on a white-haired old woman sitting in the front row who seemed quite prestigious.

The old woman froze the moment Cui Ming's gaze fell upon her, and her demeanor changed drastically.

Immediately afterwards, to everyone's astonishment, Cui Ming's gaze moved around the venue.

Whenever Cui Ming's gaze swept over someone, that person would stiffen, emit a strange aura, and then go limp and stop moving.

The number of people who have collapsed to the ground in this way three times in a row has reached six.

Many people have even begun to fear Cui Ming's gaze, afraid that he might look in their direction at any moment.

However, Cui Ming's gaze eventually fell on a timid and cowardly old woman huddled in a corner.

The old woman suddenly raised her head, her face full of panic. She tried to make a move, but found that her body was bound by invisible shackles and she could not act according to her will.

She was screaming in a shrill voice that was completely out of character for an old woman.

"You!...What have you done?! Why...Why can't I get out?!"

"enough."

Cui Ming spoke calmly and waved his hand gently.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several dark shadows shot down from the dome high above the venue; they were several Shadow Spider puppets.

They began to rapidly transform in mid-air, and upon landing, they transformed into binding devices with spikes and runes, accurately landing on all the bodies whose disguises had been seen through by Cui Ming.

The power of the Devouring Pill contained within the Shadow Spider instantly surged into all its bodies, sealing them completely.

The panicked old woman was pounced on by four or five shadow spiders that leaped out from the shadows behind it.

The Shadow Spiders instantly assembled on its body, forming a binding exoskeleton. The power of the Devouring Pill surged into the seal, rendering it unable to mobilize even a trace of its divine soul power, leaving it completely immobile.

"No need to waste your energy."

Cui Ming looked at the still struggling old woman, his tone indifferent.

"I have also summoned your true form."

As soon as Cui Ming finished speaking, the wall on one side of the venue silently slid open.

A meticulously constructed, fully covered humanoid puppet armor slowly and mechanically stepped out.

The armor was entirely black, except for a transparent mask covering the head, revealing the face of a sweet and lovely girl who looked no more than eleven or twelve years old.

Her eyes were closed at the moment, and she appeared to be unconscious.

The little girl wore a collar around her neck that shimmered with runes. It was this collar that severed the connection between her body and soul, preventing her soul from returning.