Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"Can I... still stay conscious?"

This question had been stuck on Kyokotsu's lips for a long time. Having finally regained his sanity, he no longer wanted to be manipulated by others in a muddled way as before.

Cui Ming looked at Kuang Gu with an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

"Otherwise what? I've said it before, what I need are clear-headed subordinates, not puppets that I need to control at all times."

After a moment of silence, Kuang Gu slowly spoke.

"Then let's go."

......

Meanwhile, outside Osaka Castle.

Thunder Beast, accompanied by several members of the Curse Binding Society, was moving quickly along a path.

Their original plan was to wait for Kyokotsu to cause a commotion and then sneak in during the chaos to kidnap Yamashita Akira and Oni-don.

But unexpectedly, the commotion caused by Kyokotsu was too great, alarming the entire power structure of Osaka Castle.

When they arrived, Kyokotsu had disappeared, replaced by the furious Yagyu family and a large group of alarmed eccentrics and military police.

The two sides collided head-on.

When Yagyu Muneyoshi saw the Thunder Beast, his eyes turned red.

He recognized the white-haired old man as a veteran of the Curse-Binding Society, one of the masterminds behind the attack on the Yagyu family.

"Thunder Beast!"

Yagyu Muneyoshi roared.

"How dare you!!!"

He charged forward, sword in hand, followed closely by dozens of Yagyu clan samurai.

Thunder Beast remained expressionless, raised his hand and waved it, and the members of the Curse-Binding Society behind him rushed forward.

The battle erupted instantly.

The samurai of the Yagyu family were all highly skilled in swordsmanship and worked together seamlessly.

Although the members of the Cursed Guild were powerful, they were outnumbered and each of them was almost always surrounded and beaten by several or even dozens of people.

What's even more troublesome are the military police from those island nations.

They never got close, just kept their rifles at a distance, but anyone who dared to use any fancy-looking moves was a threat.

These military police would simply unleash a burst of bullets, turning the enemy into a sieve.

It's like when one of the Thunder Beasts members just got into position, ready to unleash a devastating attack, only to be riddled with bullets.

Thunder Beast's face turned ashen.

Although he knew that these members could be resurrected in the Holy Pool after they died, continuing in the current situation would only increase casualties.

Moreover, no one knows whether the version of oneself with a clear mind that rises again after dying and returning to the sacred pool will be the same version of oneself that has regained consciousness, or the version of oneself that has become a puppet.

"withdraw!"

The Thunder Beast let out a low roar and charged outwards first.

Yagyu Muneyoshi was not about to let him go and chased after him with his sword.

Thunder Beast turned around and struck out with a palm, lightning flashing in its palm. A bolt of lightning flew out, forcing back Yagyu Muneyoshi and taking the opportunity to break out of the encirclement.

Other members of the Curse Binding Society also broke through, but only four were able to keep up.

The remaining few were surrounded by samurai and military police from the Yagyu family and beaten to death.

Thunder Beast, along with its four subordinates, fled southwest.

They fled through the woods and over the hills for miles, finally shaking off their pursuers.

But before they could catch their breath, a group of people suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

The leader was Oni-Ton.

Chapter 275 Ghost Devourer

As night deepened, the Thunder Beast stopped on the mountain path southwest of Osaka Castle.

Behind him were four members of the Curse Binding Society, all of them wounded and breathing erratically.

They had run for over ten miles all the way from Osaka Castle to here.

Although the pursuers had been shaken off, the Thunder Beast felt a vague unease.

He felt that the current situation was not so simple.

The Curse Binding Society suffered a major setback this time. Not only did they lose the Mad Bones, which served as their weapon, but they also lost many of their own members.

It remains to be seen how many of his fallen subordinates will be able to find him and report on him after he rises from the sacred pool.

Moreover, Thunder Beast always felt that their every plan seemed to have been discovered and exploited.

Even if Kyokotsu is crazy, his professionalism has stood the test of time.

Otherwise, after all these years of being a blade in the hands of the Curse-Binding Society, he would have died in some unknown corner long ago.

Filled with confusion and doubt, Raiju led his remaining troops on a continued escape southwest to Okayama Prefecture.

Before we knew it, the sky had darkened and it was already late at night.

Once the road ahead turns a corner and you walk along a mountain path, you'll reach a small stronghold of the Curse Binding Society, where you can rest for a while...

After traveling for so long, even the Thunder Beast couldn't help but feel tired.

However, on the hillsides on both sides, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the night wind rustled through the branches and leaves.

The rustling sound startled the Thunder Beast on the back of its neck.

No! It's too quiet.

The Thunder Beast immediately raised its hand to signal to stop.

He closed his eyes, fully activating his lightning-based sensory abilities.

The free-floating electrical charges in the air transmitted the surrounding scenery into his consciousness.

Thirty feet ahead, there was the presence of a large number of living beings.

It seems the mastermind behind this is about to make a move.

You can tell from their positioning that they are definitely a well-trained group of skilled fighters.

The formation was tight and meticulous, and it completely blocked the mountain road.

"Come out."

The Thunder Beast opened its eyes and said calmly.

A rustling sound came from the woods.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, illuminating the silhouettes of those people.

The leader is Oni-Ton.

More than twenty cyborgs stood behind him, lined up in the night.

Many of them have a grotesque and terrifying appearance.

Some of them had their arms replaced with mechanical arms, some had their legs replaced with mechanical legs, and some had half of their bodies covered with metal plates.

Thunder Beast's gaze swept over those who were clearly not to be trifled with, and finally settled on Ghost Devourer.

The most loyal hound of the Cursed Guild was now watching him coldly.

"Ghost Devourer?"

Thunder Beast spoke tentatively, its eyes filled with a cautious desire for confirmation.

"You were waiting for us here?"

Seeing that Gui Tun did not answer for a long time, but just looked at him quietly, Lei Shou sighed and said with a sense of loss.

"It seems there are quite a few spies within this Curse Binding Society..."

Only then did Gui Tun slowly speak.

"You don't need to know this."

Thunder Beast's eyes widened instantly, its gaze filled with surprise as it looked at Ghost Devourer.

"you you!"

He really doesn't need to know.

From the moment Oni-don opened its mouth to speak, Lei-shou had already obtained what it most wanted to verify.

The most important thing right now is not who the traitor is, but whether they can get out of here alive.

That's enough! That's enough!!

Thunder Beast buried its joy in its heart and glanced back at its four companions.

The four men were pale and covered in blood, clearly exhausted.

They fled all the way from Osaka Castle to here without even having time to catch their breath.

I reckon we can't count on them to escape.

On the other side, the Ghost Devourer had more than twenty people, all full of energy, and they had occupied advantageous positions.

Thunder Beast pondered for a moment.

He always knew that a direct confrontation was not the solution.

Even if he wins, he will inevitably pay a price.

But he couldn't afford to gamble on whether the price would be injury or death.

Even if I get injured, will it lead to death?

He dared not gamble at all, nor was he willing to gamble.