Then I suddenly realized that more than twenty days passed in a flash.

After that day, Chen Guanshui had been lying in the purple bamboo forest, burying himself into the various key points of creating wood spirit puppets. He chose various woods, screened various gems, selected various driving arrays, adjusted the subtle structures of each joint, and finally chose the original version to imitate for these puppets.

Perhaps it was a kind of alert in my heart that the first wooden spirit puppet created by Chen Guanshui was Wei Qing, and the second one was Tang Shan.

Looking at these two people who were exactly the same as before, but had no spirit in their eyes, as their fingers moved, they slowly took off various clothes from the clothes rack, put them on one by one, gradually covering up the joints. Finally, they stood obediently in front of themselves, lowered their heads and eyebrows, as straight as the most loyal slave, Chen Guanshui could only sigh.

When his fingers moved again, a third person walked out of the corner of the hall.

The man was dressed in black, with a black and gray headscarf wrapped around his hair, and even his face was covered with a facial scarf, leaving only two eyes. His hands and feet were also covered tightly, and there was no unnecessary burden on his body.

But the only eyes exposed by this person were like that of "Wei Qing" and "Tang Shan", and they were all two dark gems. "He" was the third puppet made by Chen Guanshui.

Maybe the purple bamboo forest changed its owner, maybe Hu Erniang didn't leave any reputation in the world before, and now he is even snuggling in the arms of a mortal man as a little woman. In just thirty days, four people have already entered. The first three were thrown into the illusion array by Hu Erniang, and were tortured to death. The fourth one was mixed in with the servants he bought during the day. Then he slowly moved forward and grinded to a place not far from the main hall.

But at this time, a little fox with red tail was chased by three or five female cats, and was screaming in a tragic and shocking way. He was stunned and got into the man's arms. Then, the man just glanced at the little fox's red eyes and suddenly lost. He no longer knew where he was or what he was going to do.

At that time, Chen Guanshui was carefully carving the body of "Wei Qing", thinking about which material to use to truly make the bamboo shoot-shaped warmth. He stood upright and had a elasticity, and could be held in his hands to play with it. Then he saw a man in black holding three little cats, and a little guy sat upright on his head, and walked in with a majestic appearance.

Then, Chen Guanshui took away the man who appeared in the purple bamboo forest for no reason. Not only did he take off all the props hidden on him, but he also cleaned him thoroughly in his dream magic power.

Originally, Chen Guanshui thought he would be the chess piece that the group of people in Donghai was ambushed, and one of the next round of measures was prepared, so he was ready to die, but he didn't expect that this bastard would break into the Zizhu Forest to find his own bad luck. And it was just to be jealous!

Ye Mufeng, who was killed by the way of killing, was the cheerful and upright woman who really dared to drink with a naked chest like a man, turned out to be the bastard's senior brother. And he was also called Ye Fanghui.

The man liked Ye Mufeng privately and followed Wu Kingdom all the way. However, in the eyes of his senior sister, he saw a kind of love that a disciple of the killing Tao should not have. He often stared at the purple bamboo forest sea and looked up at the sea of ​​ecstasy. He was furious and prepared to kill in and ask for an explanation.

It was natural that it was inappropriate to come and not to go. Chen Guanshui had to cut off his head carefully, clean it and put it in a decoration, and put it straight on the treasure pavilion in his study.

Then he pinched the little red fox and rubbed her hard for a while, and she shouted. I haven't seen her for a few days. The little girl Hongfei was able to deform and secretly went to the nests of the old residents in the purple bamboo forest. The day before yesterday, he stole an egg from the nest of the gray eagle, which caused the eagle to fly all over the sky, pecking the little fox puppets all over the ground. Yesterday, he went to the nest of the chicken demons to be a thief, but was caught by the big rooster and sent back to Hu Erniang. Today, he actually went to provoke those cat demons again. Maybe there were hundreds or thousands of cats of various colors standing outside the courtyard wall, waiting for her to come out to attack her head.

Chen Guanshui had no choice but to call the faceless puppet and asked her to carry the three little cats to the place where the cat demons lived in the east. Then he carefully put away all the fragmentary weapons, props, and magic talismans on Ye Fang's body. Then he put the little fox in his arms and took her to Yangzhou City to play.

He chased backwards along Ye Fanghui's footprints and found three strongholds in Yangzhou City. One was an inn, but only the shopkeeper, accountant, and chef were the killers in the killing path. The second place was a casino, where hundreds of outer disciples named under the killing path were gathered, but the real killer was a middle-aged woman who was cooking tea in the casino private room. The third place was a small Taoist temple deep in the remote alley, but it was the real branch of the killing path. The seven poor Taoist priests who were old and were just waiting to die were all killers in Yangzhou. Kill people and burn houses, stabbing enemies in the downtown area, or setting up a headless game, or taking human life in a secret room. All kinds of things can be said to be authentic killing masters.

But what Chen Guanshui was concerned about was not these identities of the deep-hidden killers, nor were they those murderous techniques that were like the fangs of the dark night, but the scenes that were waving past in front of him.

In Yuchi Lane, there are rows of women's clothing stores, jewelry shops, and gouache shops. Chen Guanshui saw a girl with a group of maids wandering among them. Or if he saw a boss lady, he felt that she looked very familiar, and it was like she had seen her when she was young several years ago.

In the iron-pong alley, there were rows of weapon shops, iron shops, taverns and gambling shops. Chen Guanshui saw a boy with a group of slaves showing off his power. When he passed by another shop, he suddenly felt that he had smashed the shop, and the leather armor he made for him was a little strange. Or when he looked at the owner of a certain tavern, he saw him being forced into an alley by himself, and was beaten by his subordinates to his head bleeding, but he could only kneel down to bear it. The poisonous hatred at that time coincided with the man who was eager to recruit him in front of him.

Only Ye Fanghui triggered the least. As a killer, although he was reckless when he died, he was completely standard when he was alive. He sat quietly in a room reading, practiced martial arts quietly in an empty temple, walked quietly on the empty streets under the dark night, quietly waiting for the target to approach his side, and then took him off with a knife and watched him die quietly. He did not go to any place with many people, no place that would be remembered, no onlookers, and even went to those small restaurants in remote places to eat, and only looked for those dilapidated Taoist temples and abandoned houses in accommodation.

Since he came to Yangzhou three months ago, although he was dispatched seven times during this period and killed nineteen people, he strictly walked in the darkness. There was no trace of him left in the entire Yangzhou City.

It was in the last ruined Taoist temple that Chen Guanshui saw the exception.
Chapter completed!