Man Qianhuan looked at the corpse of the puppet with a look of disgust in his eyes.
Shui Jingxue sat quietly on the stone chair, her chest was tight, her heartbeat was fast, and her limbs were weak.
"What's wrong with you? Hey, I told you not to come. In fact, I want to see Dugu Yanjin. I'll kill him if I can, and hurt him if I can. Now you come with me... It's okay, let's kill him together!"
Man Qianhuan said, walked to Shui Jingxue and sat down, patted her shoulder, but found that Shui Jingxue's face was ugly.
"What's wrong with you?"
Man Qianhuan was a little shocked, Shui Jingxue smiled slightly, the water in his eyes was rippling, Man Qianhuan was not in a hurry to kill her, he probably really betrayed Dugu Yanjin
"It's okay, I just feel a little tight in my chest."
"It's strange, there shouldn't be poisonous gas here. After all, I don't feel anything. Just wait here and I'll find you some water." Man Qianhuan said, standing up and picking up a kettle from the table on the side.
There was water in it. Man Qianhuan poured out two cups and drank one himself. There was no difference, so he put the other cup in front of Shui Jingxue.
Shui Jingxue is originally a member of the God-blood clan. She is not afraid of any poison.
After drinking the water, she still felt chest tightness, so she lay down on the stone floor. Man Qianhuan's face was solemn, and she looked at Shui Jingxue and said solemnly.
"It seems that you are controlled by the blood puppet."
"Blood puppet?" Shui Jingxue was a little surprised. She had heard what Laoyu said about blood puppets, but Laoyu didn't tell her the details.
"Yes, blood puppet is a sorcery that Dugu Yanjin is studying. As long as he takes a drop of a person's blood, he can make an identical blood puppet. Then, that person's life and death will be in the hands of the blood puppet."
Man Qianhuan came one by one. Shui Jingxue was stunned. All the mysteries suddenly had a final clue.
I see!
That Xiaoyu looks so much like me, he must be a blood puppet
Shui Jingxue smiled faintly. It seemed that her guess was somewhat correct, but Duanmu Jifeng kept hiding it from her. It was too much...
But...whose child could it be?
Shui Jingxue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she heard the sound of footsteps.
Man Qianhuan suddenly stood up and looked at the entrance coldly.