After I worshipped Bodhi, I was invincible

Chapter 18 Puppet Magic

Under the moonlight, her small face was pale, her round eyes bent into crescents, her small mouth opened and closed, and said with a smile:

"Your clothes are so pretty, I'll take you home, and you'll be my new toy!"

The girl lifted the puppet with her fingers, and manipulated the silk thread with her dexterous hands. The body of the puppet, which was half suspended in the air, swayed, and the paper-bound legs also swayed.

The man's body moved with the puppet, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, a hoarse growl squeezed out from his throat.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps...

His stiff body moved under the moonlight, the curved willow branches around him slowly floated up, and the night wind poured into his neck. Most of his drunkenness woke up, and fear crawled up his back like ants.

Cold sweat penetrated, and the hair stood on end.

The little girl in front of him was smiling all over her face.

She walked out of the Yichun courtyard with strides, turned around the side courtyard full of weeds, raised her small white hand and pushed the wooden door open.

The bell tied to her wrist rang a few times, and the girl tilted her head, humming a nursery rhyme in a childish voice.

"Crying, laughing, crying, eyeballs removed, ears cut off, paper pricked on puppet's red lips... Crying, laughing and crying, tearing face, disembowelling, stuffing straw to pretend to be a dummy..."

The girl's skirt swayed, and a purple will-o'-the-wisp ignited beside her.

The blue will-o'-the-wisp reflected a halo on the ground. The girl walked towards the remote wooden house with the help of the will-o'-the-wisp. The bell rang softly. Several birds were frightened, flapped their wings twice, and fled to the distance as if fleeing.

The will-o'-the-wisp was faint, and the man saw his reflection being distorted and elongated, moving forward unsteadily.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and under the cold moonlight, everything around him was dyed pale, and there were two or three red lanterns hanging in front of the wooden house not far away.

——"Clatter..."

The wind blows and the trees shake, and the man has goosebumps all over his body.

After approaching the wooden house, the will-o'-the-wisp extinguished, the girl took down one of the lanterns at the door, held the lantern in one hand and the puppet in the other, and pushed the wooden door open with a "creak".

Under the flickering candlelight, the puppet dolls piled up in the room looked like white dead bodies.

The paper-tied puppets in red and green have delicate eyebrows and stiff eyes, each with a smile on their face, and their eyes staring ahead, as if they were servants waiting for their master to come home.

The girl locked the door tightly and pulled the puppet in her hand.

The man also twisted and fell to the ground with a "plop".

The fire was dim, and the girl's white face looked a little strange, but her eyes were innocent, staring straight at the man.

"My brother seemed to be scolding me just now? Did he hit me?"

The man wanted to beg for mercy, but he only whimpered, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead to the side of his face.

The girl rested her cheeks on her hands, her grape-like eyes rolled around, and her sweet and childish voice echoed in the dim room: "It's okay, I won't blame you, but as a price, I will cut off your tongue and pay you back." With hands..."

"By the way! I like your eyes, give me your eyes too!"

The girl giggled and laughed, as crisp as a silver bell.

……

Yichun Courtyard, attic.

Ao Qing leaned against the wooden railing, scanning her surroundings with her eyes.

There is indeed a ghost in the Yichun courtyard, but most of the ghost is the filth left on the utensils. Even those who searched for half a cup of tea have not seen the shadow of the monster.

He took out the monster hunting disk and looked at it, but the pointer of the compass did not change.

The monster hunting disk can only locate the general location of the monster and evil cultivator, but it cannot accurately find out where the monster is entrenched.

Sighing softly, Ao Qing turned around and looked into the pavilion, her slender figure stretched gracefully behind the hanging gauze curtain, and the girl wearing a flower and brocade swayed gracefully. The faint candle flickered endlessly.

Ao Qing picked a moment of grapes from the plate, wiped them with her fingertips, and threw them into her mouth.

"This is simply the rotten life of a foolish king, it's deplorable, deplorable." As he spoke, Ao Qing tore off a few more grapes and threw them into his mouth.

"My lord, are you looking for me?" A female voice came.

Ao Qing glanced sideways, but saw a girl in a water-blue veil standing at the door. The girl's skin was as creamy, and she looked away.

"The little girl is Luo Yuan." She bent over and bowed.

"Luo Yuan?"

Ao Qing frowned, looked at Luo Yuan with her eyes, and quickly came to the conclusion - she is not a demon!
"I heard that Li Shangxian stayed with you for one night before the accident?"

Luo Yuan walked up to Ao Qing, with black hair hanging down her forehead, and her pair of phoenix eyes captivating: "It's the young girl, but the official has already checked, and the young girl really has nothing to do with Mr. Li's strange illness."

Ao Qing was thoughtful: "Since Li Shangxian and you entered the room that day, have you never gone out?"

"That night?" Luo Yuan's expression changed: "It is true that I went out. At four o'clock that day, Mr. Li's family suddenly sat up from the bed and said that he was going to the backyard to go to the toilet. It was not easy for me to follow, so I let him go. .”

"Use the toilet in the backyard?" Ao Qing got up.

"Take me to the backyard!"

Luo Yuan led the way holding a lantern, her water-blue skirt dragged on the ground, and the cross-collar of the gauze was a little loose, revealing her white left shoulder.

The closer you get to the backyard, the stronger the evil spirit becomes.

"Girl, I don't know who are the people living in this backyard?"

Luo Yuan's footsteps faltered, "Master, this backyard is where the handyman and the fireman live. Of course, people usually come here to drink and have a small gathering."

"The handyman and the fireman?" Ao Qing glanced around, but saw a winding corridor and two pavilions.

"Why do you come here, son? If you want to enjoy the scenery, my daughter can take you to Duqiao by the river. There will be a lantern festival at Duqiao today, so it will be a special experience."

Ao Qing didn't answer, she raised her eyes to look around, and suddenly saw a thatched hut with hanging lights outside Yichun Courtyard.

The lanterns on both sides of the thatched cottage swayed gently in the night wind, like two eyes glowing with yellow light.

And that thatched cottage is the home criminal Tai Sui, who is always aggressive, and there is a lingering resentment. A few black crows landed on the tree with crooked necks, and their blood-red eyes quietly watched the house under the tree.

"Wait..." Ao Qing stopped.

"Miss Luo Yuan, who lives in that room?"

Luo Yuan tiptoed to look, and saw some fire in the bushes from a distance: "Master, do you mean the thatched house under the tree?"

Luo Yuan smiled slightly: "That room is the residence of a little girl. The little girl has no father or mother. Her mother looked at her poorly and accepted her as a handyman. She usually lives in a thatched cottage."

"So that's how it is." Ao Qing turned her head and glanced at Luo Yuan: "Miss, go back to Yichun Courtyard to pick up the guests first, and this money is for you. I have something to do, so I won't accompany you for now."

Ao Qing threw a tael of silver to Luo Yuan, and after watching Luo Yuan walk away, she returned to her female body.

Looking at the gloomy thatched hut, Ao Qing sighed: "The resentment gathered is not inferior to the mountain god at all, this evildoer has killed many people!"

Leaping forward, Ao Qing held a fairy sword and stepped on the roof tiles towards the thatched cottage.

Rustling.

The dress swept across the treetops, making a soft sound.

Ao Qing landed on the ground, using the avenue to hide the breath of the whole body, hiding the sword behind her, and quietly walked towards the wooden door of the thatched cottage.

Her body was pressed against the door calmly, and Ao Qing listened attentively.

A little girl's shrill laughter came from inside the room, and besides that, there was the strange sound of flesh and blood being torn apart.

But there was no howling.

She's dissecting dead people?Or self-abuse tendencies?

Holding the sword in front, Ao Qing took a few steps back, squeezed the magic weapon, and blasted at the wooden door!

- Bang!

The wooden door cracked in two, and the densely packed puppets in the room came into view.

In addition, Ao Qing saw a little girl sitting under the candlelight. The girl's hand was dripping with blood, and she was pinching a fresh eyeball.

The moment the wooden door exploded, the girl turned to look at Ao Qing.

Her smiling eyes dimmed a little bit, her little head tilted, and she seemed a little puzzled: "Huh? Is there a new toy?"

(End of this chapter)