Reincarnation Paradise: Do you understand what a clone is?

Chapter 140 The main material of dolls—soul

The reception room was quite large, and someone came out quickly, but instead of pushing the door open, they entered through the surrounding walls.

The wall opened, revealing the mechanical dolls inside, about eight of them...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Anze sighed, his eyes flashed with light, and he glanced around to determine where the person who managed this place was.

After confirming that there were several soul waves on the second floor, Anze dodged the rushing dolls and prepared to kill them.

He raised his right hand to block the metal blade that was chopped down, then twisted his backhand to block the doll in front of him.

Several pinging sounds were heard. Anze stretched out his hand and pushed forward. A slightly white bone pistol appeared in his hand. Anze raised his hand and fired.

There are firearms in this world, but most of them are different from the legacy of the ancestors in Anze's hands. They are relatively ancient flintlock guns.

The pale bullet was spit out and hit the forehead of a puppet not far away. The bullet passed through smoothly, leaving a bullet hole. The puppet was still rushing towards Anze.

After glancing at it, Anze stepped back. Mechanical dolls are different from ordinary humans. If you want to kill them instantly, you can only destroy the core. Generally speaking, the core of humanoid dolls is placed in the position of the brain, but obviously these few in front of him are not ordinary people. I.

A transparent luster lit up the pistol, and soul energy was poured into it. Anze raised his hand and fired three shots in a row. The bullets accurately hit the heads of the three dolls under the control of Anze's soul energy.

Several metal sparks exploded, and a strange feeling was transmitted to Anze's soul...

Is the soul of this thing real? How could a mechanical body become a living thing?

Before he had time to think too much, Anze hooked his hand slightly, recovered the soul energy, and brought back three souls. The three souls were held in Anze's hand. There was a weak restriction on the soul, which seemed to seal the soul origin and soul energy. the relationship between.

With such a simple solution, Anze would naturally not bother fighting the few people in front of him.

Dodge flexibly, then inject soul energy, shoot, and extract the soul. The souls of these dolls are particularly easy to twitch, as if the body and soul are separated.

After quickly solving the eight puppets, Anze did not take the initiative to eat the souls of these people. He used his own soul energy to maintain their existence for the time being. Anze planned to do some experiments later.

Because several souls have not disappeared, Anze has not received the killing prompt.

Using the familiar force-breaking method, Anze kicked open the locked door and rushed towards the second floor.

The group of people on the second floor had not moved yet, and Anze was a little suspicious of how they judged the situation.

Following a wooden door and flying out, Anze saw several puppet masters sitting in the room drinking tea.

They were originally sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, but their faces turned to shock very quickly, and their voices were trembling. But before they could speak, Anze had already picked up the hemp rope in his hand.

After catching and tying up these guys who were suspected of being puppet masters, Anze pulled out a chair and sat in front of them. He put on his gold-rimmed glasses again and said with a smile: "Guys, can you tell me something?" , why did you attack me?"

One of the puppet masters was very brave. He opened his mouth and cursed: "You come from the ditch..."

Anze glanced at the people around him and found that the group of people were full of approval and disdain for Anze. Then he raised his hand and fired. A crisp sound sounded and a blood flower exploded.

Although they didn't know what the weapon in Anze's hand was, they knew that this thing could easily kill them, so they no longer looked down upon it.

"I hope you will cooperate, otherwise, I don't mind letting a few of you leave this world." Anze took out a tissue, wiped off the blood that splashed on his glasses, and then spoke calmly.

Several people looked at each other and gulped. Seeing this performance, Anze knew that most of these people were not very loyal to their organization, and Anze was unlikely to get any particularly useful information.

"Yes, because you inquired about Amira's location, and we received a commission from Segula and the others to kill you in his shop..." One of them, unable to withstand Anze's threat, spoke.

"anything else?"

"there is none left……"

"Why would I ask them for my old friend's location? I've made it obvious, right?" Anze pointed the gun at his head, his eyes cold.

"I don't know, I really don't know." There was a smell of urine in the air, Anze glanced at him, and then glanced at the people around him.

"If anyone knows, or who knows, please tell me and I will let him go."

The man who had just urinated quickly came to Anze's feet and said tremblingly: "I know, he, Gilly, he is the one who entrusted me, and we all followed him."

Several puppet masters looked at the guy at Anze's feet, with jealousy and hatred in their eyes, as well as disdain and disdain. After a quick glance, the guy who was standing with the person this guy pointed to had a just right look on his face. Disdainful.

Anze pointed at the two of them and asked them to come over. As for the man who had just begged for mercy, Anze left him a trace of soul energy and let him go. When he walked farther away, Anze would kill him.

"You two, can you tell me? I keep my promise..." Anze said with a smile.

A familiar puddle of saliva landed on Anze's face, and some veins appeared on Anze's forehead. He suppressed his anger and wiped the saliva from his face, and continued to look at the two of them with a smile.

"Bah, you want to know the information you want from us. Dreaming." The other person spoke, but Gilly, as the main person, remained silent.

"Yes, we won't tell you..."

Seeing this scene, Anze said nothing, reached out and pinched the neck of the man who had just spit on him, and a piece of paper appeared in his hand.

Since understanding water torture, Anze has stored papers in the storage space. A stack of paper appeared in Anze's hand, and the water elements in the air began to gather.

One piece, two pieces,…………

It was a very familiar scene again. When the wet paper was first put on top, the person in front of him looked disdainful. But when several sheets were stacked on top, his expression changed. His face turned purple, his whole body trembled, and his crotch overflowed. Urine smell.

"Mr. Geary, are you going to say it? Otherwise, your friend may die." Anze smiled slightly and looked at him.

"Untie him, I said."

Anze silently opened the pieces of paper and looked at the puppet master.

"It's Segula and the others. Their organization is looking for the things in Armida's hands. I heard that you are here to find Armida 1, so I plan to get rid of you as a potential threat."

"Very well, do they know the address of my old friend?"

"I don't know, they didn't tell me."

"You can go, take your friends with you." Anze untied him and let them leave. Anze did not detain the remaining puppet masters, but just "patted" them in a friendly way. Shoulder.

"By the way, why don't you run away and wait here stupidly for me to come?" Anze asked before the group of puppet masters left.

A group of people looked at Anze with strange eyes, and finally Gilly said: "The soul contract between us and the dolls has not been broken, so naturally we don't think you can get along with us. Now that I think about it, you should have trapped those dolls. ”

"Can you return our dolls..." "Mr. Geary, please clarify the situation." Anze interrupted, with a cold smile on his face.

The puppet master shook his head and left. As they left the door, Anze heard a very subtle sentence.

"Is this guy really a puppet master? He doesn't even know this?"

Anze touched his chin and clicked his tongue.

It seems that the puppet master in this world is not as simple as the introduction says, tsk tsk... interesting.

Anze took out a soul he had just collected and tore open the fragile soul restriction. The dead soul in front of him suddenly became alive.

Looking at this scene, Anze was silent for a moment. Normally, the gap between soul origin and soul energy is not very big.

Raising his hand, Anze used his soul energy to supply the soul in front of him, allowing him to return to normal.

An illusory figure emerged with the support of Anze's soul energy. The figure was blurred and he slowly spoke: "Thank you, my benefactor, for saving me from that body..."

"Salvation? What do you mean by this?"

"Isn't my benefactor a puppet master? Are you an orthodox alchemist? The kind who doesn't make puppets?"

After hesitating for a while, Anze nodded.

"It's no wonder, puppet masters capture souls to make puppets. It's normal if you don't know..."

Anze was shocked by what he said. He rubbed his eyebrows, and the soul in front of him stopped and continued: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, you continue." Anze waved his hand, indicating that the other party should continue.

After listening, Anze felt his head buzzing. The main material of the dolls is the souls of humans and various creatures. Although broken ones are also acceptable, the souls must still be added, otherwise...

The guy in front of him was the soul captured by a high-level puppet master, and his self-consciousness was also isolated.

After listening to what he said, Anze asked: "I can't maintain your soul for too long. Do you have any last wishes? I will try my best to do it."

After a moment of silence, the soul in front of him shook his head: "I have been dead for a long time. It is unexpected for me to regain consciousness, so I won't bother my benefactor."

Anze released the transmission of soul energy and swallowed eight souls into his body, and a warm current flowed through.

After sensing the soul energy, Anze slightly hooked his hand and pulled, and then pulled for a while. The souls of these people were powerful, but their power was limited. They were far inferior to Anze, who was far beyond the second level.

So, it was easy to send it.

After eating eight souls, Anze left the store and prepared to go back and find trouble with the old man.

The weapons that the puppet master is good at are all puppets, but unfortunately, the puppets are quite fragile in front of Anze. Now it seems that the characteristics of this world are somewhat beneficial to Anze.

After going out, Anze found the rickshaw doll squatting on the street, got on the rickshaw, and headed towards where Anze came from.

He was going back to greet the old puppet master.

The rickshaw quickly brought Anze to the place. Anze once again walked into this alley with a rather unpleasant smell. Although it was his second time here, the smell here was still difficult for Anze to accept.

After finding the Doll House whose signboard was missing, Anze opened the door again and walked in. It was still the somewhat ferocious flesh and blood doll.

"Guest..." But this time, his words stopped immediately.

"Old store manager, do you mind if my customer comes to visit you again?" Anze said with a smile while wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The white-haired old puppet master was still sitting in front of the counter, swinging the parts. When he heard Anze's voice, he stopped holding the tools in his hands.

He turned to look at Anze, with a bit more scrutiny and fear in his eyes. Anze sat in front of him with a smile.

"Old store manager, is it not good to give customers wrong information?" Anze looked kind, but a spinning pistol appeared in his hand.

"Guest, I just gave you an address where you think your old friend is."

"Old store manager, that's not what you said at that time..." Anze pointed the gun at his head and said with a smile.

The old store manager kept his expression unchanged and continued his work and conversation with Anze.

"It's a guest. You misunderstood me."

Anze's mouth twitched and he ignored his words. The surrounding puppets were surrounding Anze. He was just stalling for time.

Of course, Anze also knew that, so he had no intention of procrastinating with this old man.

With lightning speed, Anze climbed over the counter, reached out and locked the old man's throat, and pointed the weapon in his hand at his head: "Old store manager, call your friends and puppets to come out."

"Let's talk about this."

The old puppet master who was originally held hostage by An Ze had a calm expression, but when An Ze said these words, his expression suddenly changed.

"how do you know?"

"Your movements are not small." Anze did not answer directly, but just mentioned it slightly. This was certainly not the reason why Anze discovered them, but because Anze saw the soul fluctuations approaching him.

Not long after, a rustling sound came, and a group of people walked out of the room behind Anze. Most of them were standing in front of Anze, but there was still one hidden in the room.

"You guys, don't be too kind. Let everyone in the room come out so that you can't see everyone. I can't guarantee that I won't kill your friends."

The expressions of the people opposite became a little stiff, but one of them still waved his hand and asked the puppet in the room to come out. Then he stood in front of Anze and said, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to ask?"

"The news about my old friend, a few of them are interested in him, so they naturally know about it, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm just a puppet repairman. I don't intend to get involved in what you want to do. I just want to meet my old friends."

The person opposite had an expression like, "You think I'm a fool..."

These days, no one believes the truth...

(End of this chapter)