Chapter two hundred and eighty sixth puppet material
When Wen Rensheng walked into his home, he saw boxes piled up in the living room, no more, no less, exactly 12.
Wu Shanshan walked over from the side: "You are finally back. This is the homework you assigned to the students. Xu Yunshuang brought it to you just now."
"Yes, it's all the investigation homework I assigned them." Wen Rensheng explained casually, and then began to unpack it.
He can package these collections and express them out without fear of damage, but when the students send them back, of course they dare not express them back. After all, twenty years ago, one could be sold for six million...
Wen Rensheng looked at the description of the box and first opened a box marked "Ancient General's Helmet".
As soon as he took it out, Wu Shanshan's eyes immediately lit up: "Hey, you have really good taste. This head and helmet are a perfect match."
I saw that it was a rotten silver helmet without any rust, as bright as snow, and nested in an equally white and complete skull.
Wu Shanshan is right, they are indeed a perfect match.
"I knew you wouldn't be afraid." Wen Rensheng shook his head and then put a trace of mist deep into it.
"The unknown ancient general's helmet: This head and helmet can speak human language, provided it is given enough power."
"Mystery: 15."
"Mysterious composition: the spirit of the ancient general."
When Wen Rensheng saw this, he suddenly smiled and poured more mist into it.
Wu Shanshan was a little surprised and looked around, trying to find out what was going on.
"Girl, please respect yourself and don't get so close to me." The skull's jaw suddenly closed and he spoke.
"Ah, you can actually talk?" Wu Shanshan was not afraid, but said in surprise.
"Well, may I ask, girl, which emperor is reigning today? Or is it the Baoying period?" Helmet asked politely, with some hope in his tone.
Obviously, it had a vague idea from the clothes of the two men that this was not his original era.
"There is no emperor anymore, and now it is the AD calendar." Wu Shanshan replied with interest.
She was very curious, could a spirit body really survive for hundreds of years?
"Oh, it's true. Judging from their clothes and surrounding furnishings, they must be from wealthy families, right?" Gujiang Helm continued to ask.
"Absolutely, you have really good taste," Wu Shanshan replied, and then said to Wen Rensheng, "I'll take this helmet first."
"It's not mine, Lao Zhao lent it to me to watch. I have to return it tomorrow." Wen Rensheng looked embarrassed.
"Oh, I know, I will study it carefully." Wu Shanshan turned a deaf ear, finished talking to herself, and immediately turned around and left.
Wen Rensheng stared at the other person's graceful back as he left, and smiled slightly.
As soon as he read the description, he knew that the other party would definitely be interested in this weird helmet.
The head of a general from a thousand years ago, to be precise, a general from the Tang Dynasty, and the soul can still live to this day. Of course, she will feel that her mother died less than ten years ago, and there is a better way to resurrect her.
I hope this interesting thing can delay her research time more and give herself more time to grow.
Not long after Wu Shanshan left, Wang Wenwen walked in quietly holding a box and put the things on the coffee table.
Behind her was Zhao Han, who was still chattering: "Wenwen, is this really good? If you don't tell Auntie, what if she needs it?"
"Oh, she just used it to be arty. After receiving these things given to her by others, she just put them on the shelf. I just use them as waste to maximize their residual value." Wang Wenwen said plausibly.
Wen Rensheng was looking at other collections. Hearing this, he came over, opened the box, and then his eyes narrowed.
This is a pair of armor, silvery white and shiny, but there are signs of being cut on the upper edge of the neck.
The key is that he also felt a very familiar aura from above, the same one that was on the helmet of the ancient general just now.
He also drew out a stream of mist to explore.
"Headless General's Armor: No one knows the origins behind it, but this is a piece of armor that can talk. If you have the ability, just ask it from its mouth."
"Mystery: 18."
"Mysterious composition:???"
"Where did you get this armor?" Wen Rensheng raised his head and asked.
"Of course I got it from my mother," Wang Wenwen said in surprise, "Didn't I just say that?"
"Oh, I want to ask, where did Teacher Wang get this armor?" Wen Rensheng repeated it again.
"Then I don't know. After all, I haven't been home for many days. The time it should take is not very long. After all, at this time last year, I didn't think there was anything at home." Wang Wenwen recalled hard and confirmed.
"Okay, I'll make a call and ask." Wen Rensheng took out his cell phone.
"Hey, teacher, if you try to trick me like this, I won't bring you here next time." Wang Wenwen quickly stopped him.
"No, the person I want to ask is not your mother." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
Then the phone rang.
"Mr. Zhao, does the helmet you gave me also have a matching set of armor?"
"Yes, but I gave that armor to Mr. Wang as a reward." Mr. Zhao's voice sounded.
Sure enough.
I knew it wouldn't be such a coincidence.
Wen Rensheng then hung up the phone and poured mist into the armor as usual.
Not long after the infusion, the armored figure stood up and turned to Wang Wenwen and Zhao Han. Its abdomen suddenly spoke:
"Have you seen my helmet?"
Wen Rensheng immediately remembered the students' investigation report. If someone saw him and was asked "Where is my head?", he would be able to survive; if someone heard him say "Have you seen my helmet?"
Killed by him.
"Ah, ah!"
Two screams rang out, one from Zhao Han and the other from Wang Wenwen.
Although they had known that spirits could talk for a long time, this was the first time they saw that armor could talk.
For a time, many horrific legends came to mind, and I couldn't help but hug each other.
"Death!" The headless armor didn't get the answer. It stood upright on the coffee table, opened its arms, and suddenly a long knife appeared on its right arm, and then slashed straight at the two of them.
"Teacher, help me!" Zhao Han shouted subconsciously.
Wen Rensheng was indifferent and just held his chin.
Isn't this spirit armor, coupled with the ancient general's helmet, just the materials for practicing puppet control?
The long knife flashed with light and struck in front of the two women's faces, then stopped moving.
What a joke, he gave me the alien power. We haven't broken off contact yet, so of course he can control it.
His control over the alien power is also enhanced.
"What are you afraid of? You have begun to practice defensive skills. This power cannot cut your face." Wen Rensheng pressed the long knife and explained.
"I'm scared to death. This armor is so dangerous. No wonder my mother wants to put it away." Wang Wenwen covered her chest and said.
Although she is smart, she has never faced danger directly, not even as much as Zhao Han.
It is precisely because of her cleverness that she avoided all those dangers, which meant that she could not react when danger really came.
Reaction requires a lot of scientific training. No one is born to handle dangerous situations. Just like soldiers fighting in war, it always takes a lot of training to become a good soldier.
