When Yin Huan was almost desperate, she suddenly heard a series of broken sounds coming from the distance.
The sound was the same as when she broke the pottery dolls, and it was getting closer. She was a little confused, and she saw that almost all the puppets stopped stiffly and turned their heads. Soon, a blue light flashed
, the several standing puppets in front of them all broke from their waists and fell to the ground, revealing their hollow structures.
"...!"
Ye Yinyuan was surprised to find that the few puppets that fell down were the last ones left. After they no longer blocked Yinyu's sight, all the previous puppets fell to the ground without exception, except for one knife holder.
, badly damaged. Some of the intact hands even had their fingertips hooked, twitching nervously like real humans.
"well enough."
The tone didn't sound like he was asking her, but rather he made a conclusion after observation. There wasn't even a subject, but it seemed a bit indifferent. In fact, what came from under the curtain was a slightly cold, low female voice. If hard.
If Yin Huan wanted to use a metaphor, she really couldn't find anything pragmatic. It was like... falling
The falling meteors were short and heavy, passing by in a flash, cherishing every moment they appeared. The curtain was made of white thin silk, some long, over the shoulders, and the end reached the person's elbow. Under the thin silk, people could be seen
The outline of her face. She is wearing a long purple dress, which seems to be a male blouse, and the middle coat is lilac.
She was holding a ring-headed knife in one hand. When Yin Huan looked at her with lingering fear, she put the knife into its sheath.
The scabbard is nothing special. According to Yin Huan's observation, it is just an ordinary wooden scabbard wrapped in linen and painted. But there is something worth paying attention to about that knife. Look at the color... What material is it? Copper? Or is it just bronze?
What was painted on? Her father was very interested in swords, and she knew a little bit about them. Weapons were generally made of bronze and dark iron, which were hard and wear-resistant.
Red copper is extremely pure copper. It has only been able to achieve such purity and color in recent years. It is usually used as wine glasses, palace lanterns, statues and other objects that symbolize status. After all, higher purity brings higher value. But it is sentimental.
They are not suitable for making swords. Copper is softer and not conducive to slashing. It is also very cold in winter and very hot in summer. So...
"Why are you here?"
This time it was a serious question. Although the woman's attitude still seemed mean, since she had taken back her weapon, she should not be regarded as a threat. After all, there were no people who needed to be saved in the dangerous situation just now.
How much fighting power is it? It's just that she turned sideways, specifically blocking Yin Huan's sight of Huanshou Dao.
Yin Huan shook his head helplessly, pointed to his mouth, and waved his hand to indicate that he could not speak. The woman frowned slightly under the curtain, feeling suspicious in her heart. Yin Huan kept asking Ying Yuejun for help in her heart, but only received the answer.
Came this answer:
"Hmm... What a strange woman, I've never seen her before."
Yin Quan secretly complained in her heart. No matter how she thought about it, this was what the woman should have said to her. But fortunately, she understood what she meant and didn't embarrass herself much. She knelt down and picked up a dummy.
looked at it for a while, then threw it away,
After picking up half of the head, he straightened up and took a good look at it in the last light of the day. Yin Quan got a little closer and found that the woman was very tall, not much different from Guixiangu. Although she had long hair, she was
The back of the head is rolled up into a ball, looking capable.
"I don't know how you got here, but it's better to stay away from this place. You are an ordinary human, but this is the stronghold of monsters. It's time for you to go back."
When speaking, she would pause in some places, as if it took a lot of effort to finish a sentence in one breath. And to be honest, her voice made people feel... a little old. The voice never gets old,
If a voice is well maintained, it can still look like a girl even in old age. Many elderly people in Yin Huan's family have young voices. Yin Huan couldn't guess how old the woman under the thin silk was, and didn't know how to answer. He just said helplessly
Shake your head. Go back? Back to where?
Perhaps seeing her confusion, the woman asked:
"Could it be that you are lost?"
Yin Huan thought for a long time and nodded. This was a very convenient understanding.
"Where is home?"
Yin Huan shook her head, she didn't know how to answer.
"Oh, you can't talk."
It was completely dark, and the woman suddenly turned around and left. Yin Huan was a little scared and quickly followed her. She casually threw the "head" somewhere. It hit a stone and broke into several pieces. The residue burst into Yin Huan's body.
Next to her legs, she subconsciously closed her legs. However, this woman seemed to be just
Wandering around, occasionally bending down to pick something up. Yin Huan realized that she was collecting firewood. So she also picked around the woman, trying to find some useful dry branches. The woman's night vision seemed to be better than hers, no.
After a while, she completed the task she had set in her heart.
She walked to a place and threw all the firewood on the ground. When Yin Quan turned around, the fire had been lit somehow. She walked to the bonfire with the firewood she could grab with one hand, and bent down
He placed them carefully on the ground, then chose a place not far away and sat near the woman. Yingyue Jun stopped talking for some reason, which made her even more frightened.
There are many broken pottery limbs nearby. The firelight magnifies their shadows and casts them on the ruined walls, which looks really scary. I don’t know if the shaking shadows are caused by the flames or if something is really moving. Occasionally, the friction of pottery pieces can be heard.
The sound of the sound. Yin Huan looked around and took a few glances.
She didn't dare to look back, so she stared at the flames in front of her. Sometimes her eyes hurt from the burning, so she would look away and look at the sky, occasionally glancing at the woman. The woman's curtains were raised to the brim of her hat, revealing a
With a cold and sharp face, he is probably between his mid-twenties and mid-thirties.
, Yin Huan couldn't guess. In any case, her voice shouldn't be that "old". She understood that it might just be a temperament, a feeling. After all, the woman's tone was so tired, dim, and languid.
Le. The woman’s cheekbones are slightly high and the corners of her mouth are slightly drooped, making her eyes even more indifferent.
However, she seemed to be arrogant about everything. But when she looked at the woman, she found that she was staring straight at her every time. She didn't know whether she didn't look away at all, or it was just such a coincidence. This made her feel a little scared.
But compared to those horrific stumps, this doesn't seem to be a big deal.
The night in the forest was very cold, so she stretched out her hands to warm herself up to the fire, occasionally rubbing her thin arms. She suddenly remembered that her winter clothes were stored in her meager luggage - rather, it was just these two pieces of clothing. So she took out
The snow awning was already a little dirty, but under the light of the fire, the osmanthus flowers embroidered with gold thread on it still shone brightly. She tried to gesture in front of the woman to ask if she needed some extra clothes.
"No need." She immediately understood what she meant and refused.
Just when Yin Huan had just put it on, she saw something and said, "Why would a young lady from a rich family like you appear in a place like this?"
In front of the fire, Yin Huan frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer. Even if she could speak normally now, the question itself made her feel at a loss. Because it was too complicated to explain, and...she didn't know how she ended up in this situation.
But no matter what, staying in the residence prepared by Shui Wujun made no more sense to her, and she did not regret her choice.
"I am Chenxing," the woman said suddenly, "but it seems that telling you... is of no use."
Although the words were a bit hurtful, Yinxuan still understood her good intentions. She seemed to be less indifferent than before. Chenxing reminded her of Shui Wujun again. She was also such a cold and chic woman. However, Shui Wujun was better than
She talked more and was more cordial. Probably just because she had just met this person.
"It's not the first time I've seen those puppets. I saw one in a nearby town and it was still moving. I traced it and found that it came there from the spiritual vein. You seem... to have very strong spiritual power.
It will make them come alive. The last one, I don’t know how it moved, maybe someone came... and disturbed it."
Yin Quan opened her eyes wide and felt that Chen Xing was so courageous. These things were too scary. The more human-like they were, the easier it was to arouse fear in people's hearts. If she encountered it herself, she would not be able to hide in time, let alone escape.
Investigate them. She looked at Chenxing with some admiration, but Chenxing turned her attention to the bonfire.
"People like me... are called rangers. These things are all business. I have to survive."
Yin Quan nodded slightly to show that he was listening.
"The dolls are made of pottery... they have not been glazed and have been fired into porcelain. However, I don't know what the creator actually wanted to do or how far he went." Chenxing's voice became lower, as if he was talking to himself, "They don't have
Eyes, but will look back at something strange, maybe... some kind of instinct."
Indeed, Yin Huan recalled that when she was killing all the way from behind and rushed to him, the puppets closest to him all turned around, but their eyes were obviously empty. Could it be that they were listening? It shouldn't be.
, after all, there is nothing inside them. It doesn’t mean that you can hear the sound if you pinch out the ears. But according to this, you may not be able to see if you have eyes. She also thought with Chen Xing.
As for how they operate, we still have no clue.
"There are monsters here." Chenxing continued, "But they are not chaotic. They are probably... very calm monsters. Then, they will only attack humans. Why? They will not attack me."
Yin Huan's eyes widened a bit. She was a little surprised. Could it be that Chen Xing wasn't a human?
"I'm probably still a human being," Chenxing glanced at her and saw through her mind, "I'm just not as ordinary as you."
She must not be an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person do this? Maybe she is an immortal, like a ghost fairy. Yin Quan looked at her with a little more longing in his eyes. However, Chen Xing's eyes were still the same.
Lifeless. She seemed to lack a kind of... vitality.
So, the puppets only pick ordinary people like her to attack? I really don’t know why, being ordinary has become a sin. Yin Huan thought about it, and felt a little sleepy. After she relaxed, she felt that her whole body was exhausted, and her hands and feet were a little sore.
.I think maybe Yingyue Jun used too much force when he borrowed her body.
She made many actions that she couldn't do on her own. It's also possible that the act of "possession" itself was very laborious... She wasn't very sure. She just felt that those two words suddenly came to her mind, which seemed scary and appropriate.
.But Yingyue Jun has gone somewhere, and now no matter what she thinks about, there is no response.
She was too sleepy. Beside the warm firelight, she slowly closed her eyes. She had a dream, and saw Lord Yingyue again in her dream. This time, she used the face of a melancholy beauty. She
She didn't say much, but suddenly said that she had something to deal with, and it was about those puppets during the day. It probably wouldn't be long, and as long as she was with Chen Chenxing, there shouldn't be any danger.
How is this...what a mess! How can you put everything on the person you met for the first time?
Without giving her a chance to say anything, Yingyue Jun hurriedly woke her up from her dream.
