My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"I'll go back and make you a bowl of hangover soup."

"If you keep yelling, I'm going to get annoyed."

Lou Qixue carried her on his back, stepping in the bright moonlight, and deliberately sent her upwards. The next moment, the delicate white hand quickly came around and covered his mouth tightly.

The girl's voice was quite drunk, with the smell of alcohol lingering behind her ears.

"Don't make a sound."

The night breeze was blowing slowly, and Yan Congling had woken up most of the time. He looked at the figure under the shadow of a dark tree not far away under the moonlight. There was almost no one on the streets at this point.

Huo Mansion originally wanted to ask the carriage to take the guests back, but tonight she was too drunk and wanted to come out to enjoy the breeze. Unexpectedly, I would meet an acquaintance.

Lou Qixue had already put her down, half-supporting her lower back with one hand, making her stand steady.

"Xiao Qin, long time no see."

The girl's clear voice seemed particularly clear in the stillness of the night. The man seemed startled, then turned around after a moment with an overjoyed expression.

"Cong Ling? You are so late too."

Yan Conngling nodded, "I remember that you went back to your hometown to do business after you came down from the mountain. Why are you back to the Imperial Capital now?"

This is one of the little Sasao children that Yunshan once adopted. She has a good memory and clearly remembers each of their names and past visits.

"Business is slow."

The other party sighed softly and put down the pole on his shoulders. The two large baskets fell to the ground without making any sound.

"As you know, my hometown is a remote and remote place. I lost a lot of money whether I made a profit or not. I really had no choice but to go back to the Imperial Capital to see if I could make a living."

"The glutinous rice cakes you make are so good, why do you need to worry about not having enough to eat?"

His eyes fell on the two bamboo baskets. Yan Conling glanced at them quickly and pushed the man beside him, "It's been a long time since I tasted Xiao Qin's cooking. Go buy me one quickly."

Lou Qixue was about to step forward, but the other party took two steps back and said, "Cong Ling, today's items are all sold out. I'll make fresh ones for you tomorrow."

"That's okay." Yan Conling was considerate, "Then let's go back."

As soon as she stretched out her hand, the young man consciously carried her on his back. As soon as he turned around, the man picked up the bamboo basket again and was about to leave, but as soon as he took a step, he seemed to step on something...

Through the moonlight passing through the swaying leaves, you can see the bright red string clearly.

It snakes up the ankle in the blink of an eye.

"From the spirit?"

He exclaimed and turned around in disbelief.

The two people who were supposed to leave turned back at some point and were standing there looking at him intently.

His cheek twitched, "What do you mean?"

"The demon-binding rope." Lying on the young man's back, Yan Conling propped up her elbows and looked at him with a smile, "You have been in Yunshan for so many years, so you don't know what this is for, right?"

"Cong Ling, stop joking." The man struggled for a moment, "I don't have a demonic energy in me. You can recognize it. I'm not a demon at all!"

"Of course I know that." The girl nodded, "But apart from demons, you can also tie up other things, evil spirits and evil spirits, but... this is my first time to tie up puppets."

The people on the ground suddenly stopped moving and stared at her fiercely.

Lou Qixue turned sideways dissatisfied, and was about to step forward to kick someone out of anger.

"Okay." Yan Conling grabbed his hair tie, "Why are you more anxious than me?"

Facing her, he instantly lost his temper, "He glared at you."

Yan Conling: "What's the matter with just staring? You won't lose a piece of flesh. I haven't seen the puppet yet. What if you kick him and break him?"

There is no problem with Yunshan's current manpower, she can be sure of this.

No matter how good the puppetry is, it will be a portrait.

She couldn't hide it from the eyes of her masters and uncles. So she guessed that this person was turned into a puppet after coming down the mountain.

Since there is such a body, there should be others. Tightening the demon-binding rope, Yan Conngling asked, "Who is your master? How many puppets like you are there? Are they all hidden in the Imperial Capital?"

The puppetry technique drains away the original spiritual consciousness.

To put it bluntly, there is only a shell left, with no memory of the past.

The existing ones were all instilled by the puppet master, so there is no point in asking how he died.

The puppet didn't speak, but the bones and joints all over its body suddenly made a clicking sound, as if it would fall apart in the next moment and become a ball of flesh and blood.

A faint purple light flashed through the monster's unique vertical pupils.

Lou Qixue only glanced briefly, and the puppet could no longer move.

The girl on her back clung to him, with a hint of curiosity and interest in her voice, "I heard that puppets are ignorant and not afraid of water and fire."

This is also the terrifying thing about puppetry. Monsters without fear or pain will just keep moving towards the goal.

"What a coincidence, I am the psychic Yan clan."

The puppet on the ground suddenly raised his head, and a drop of warm blood fell right into his eyebrows.

Obviously, he learned a lot.

Perhaps his master had mentioned the psychic Yan family, so he showed this expression. He struggled to resist, and his eyes began to move erratically.

At the last turn, it still fell into silence, showing a wooden and lifeless state.

At this moment, he saw the bloody sea purgatory and felt the burning and heart-piercing pain.

Lou Qixue still kicked him quietly, expressing dissatisfaction with this synaesthesia-like method.

Unexpectedly, this kick actually woke the person up.

The puppet was sweating profusely and looked like he had just been fished out of the water. Originally this function was to make it more real, but now he seemed to really feel the heart palpitations...

The smell of burning corpses and seas of blood seemed to still linger on the tip of his nose. The cold wind blew and poured down the chest, clinging to the internal organs in a fishy, ​​sweet and sticky way.

The girl's voice sounded from top to bottom, "How's it going? Do you understand?"

"If you don't tell me, I can make you stay in this nightmare for the rest of your life."

The puppet shook his head, "I can't tell you. There is a restriction in the body, and it will explode before then."

This is the secret of their absolute loyalty.

Yan Conling was not distracted, "Then I can answer the second question."

After a period of silence, the puppet finally spoke, "There are many. Almost all of the master's men came from Yunshan... They are all in the Imperial Capital now, but I can't say what they are going to do."

"It's ok."

Patting Lou Qixue's shoulder, the other party immediately understood and kicked over the two big baskets.

In the puppet's tightened pupils, broken torso and dried organs rolled out in pieces.

Lou Qixue only glanced at it and said, "It was removed from a dead person."

Those internal organs were intact. Dark clouds covered the moon, and Yan Conngling counted them carefully.

Ten pairs, exactly ten pairs.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she grabbed his collar with both hands.

"Let's go to the Regent's Palace quickly!"

She knows now.

Where are the remaining puppets?