Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 372 Puppet Master
My heart suddenly ached, yes, why am I not guilty?
Only ten short years have passed, and I have already forgotten the sins I have committed. Isn't this a greater sin?

"Er Gouzi, at that time... At that time, I didn't know that I would..." I was hoarse and could hardly speak.

So far, the most sorry person in my life is him. I was young and ignorant and my father tried to protect me, but he killed Ergou.

No, more than that... I remember that Ergou was an only child. When I left my hometown because of serving in the army, Ergou's parents still had no children.

What I harmed was a family, and I actually thought I had no sins on me?

It's ridiculous.

Karmic fire never burns innocent people. Even a layman in Buddhism like me understands this deeply.

This pain is what I deserve, yes, this is what I deserve!

I no longer resist, let the fire of karma burn on my body, let it wash away my sins, at least in my lifetime, I will always owe Ergou a life.In this case, why not just try the pain of being burned?
Slowly, my heart surprisingly calmed down, the burning pain from the karmic fire gradually disappeared, and the blood on Er Gouzi's clothes faded away. A smile appeared on his face, and he waved his hand to say goodbye to me.

I couldn't help but my eyes were red.

The karmic fire gradually disappeared, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but before I was half relieved, I froze.I don't know when I turned over and lay face up on the ground, but what the hell is that on my forehead?

"Ahhh!"

Even if I have a strong psychological quality, I can't stand a dead baby popping out of my head!
Not a dead baby, but a puppet!
I immediately thought about the puppet's owner, and I slid back, kicked the puppet's forehead, and turned to find the puppet's owner.

Turning around, I realized that the situation was not optimistic.

Karma's attack gave this person a gap. The seventh floor was already covered with puppets, and there was almost no place to step down. Everyone was forced to huddle in a corner, and even this small place was shrinking sharply.

The owner of the puppet was skinny, probably because he had controlled the situation, and he no longer worried about being exposed, but directly stood up.

"Are you all from 701?" A voice as dry as a body came out of his mouth, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Lao Yan frowned: "Who sent you here?"

"Are you from 701?" The man raised his dry eyelids.

Lao Yan didn't say a word, but it was obvious that he agreed. The man laughed twice: "It seems that I did not find the wrong person. Tsk, someone wants your life! When you arrive in the underworld, remember not to admit the wrong enemy."

After speaking, he manipulated the silk thread with both hands, and the puppets rushed up like bats that had seen blood, and a few of them stood in front of their master.

I glanced at Liu Hanqiu suspiciously. The person behind the scene ordered the lives of people in 701, and I couldn't think of anyone else except him.

But the attacks on his side were no less than ours, and I couldn't figure it out for a while.

But soon I didn't have to think about it anymore, the puppets came like a tide, and the bullets hit them, except for occasionally breaking their hands and feet apart, it had no effect.

I only have a throwing knife and a dagger in my hand, and I can't use it easily, so I can only let the puppet climb on me.

puff!

The flying knife pierced the puppet's neck fiercely, and the sound of piercing into the flesh made my scalp tingle.

There was no blood, but I felt that the scene was even bloodier. Five or six puppets had already been dismembered and thrown aside.Because a new puppet rushed forward, everyone's movements were very vigorous.If the bullets are useless, use a knife, and if the knife is useless, use your hands to tear these puppets into pieces, then throw them on the ground, and no one will care about them.

These puppets were humans before, and they were the most distressing babies.

Lao Yan told me that these puppets were made of babies who died young, but I knew that, with the insanity of human nature, these puppets could not all be babies who died normally.

Just by looking at this number, how could there be so many babies who died young?
But now they have become puppets, even if I can't bear it, I still have to stab their necks one by one, otherwise I will die.

"Chang'an, don't be in a daze!" Lao Yan snorted.

When I came back to my senses, a sharp pain came suddenly. I looked down, and a puppet was grinning at me with its teeth bared. The moment I lowered my head, it bit my chest again.

I stared at the puppet's neck, and stabbed the dagger hard again.

With a slap, it fell to the ground and broke into two pieces, but I didn't care about it anymore.

This guy has a lot of puppets. Although they are not particularly powerful, they can exhaust one's energy even if they are pestered like this. When the third puppet died under my knife, the throwing knife was completely useless.

I stabbed the flying knife into the neck of a puppet, and never pulled it out, but used the dagger that Lao Yan gave me.

This dagger is very sharp, and it is more handy than flying a knife. In a blink of an eye, there is a space around me.

I glanced around, and there was no puppet at the fourth girl's place, presumably that person knew he couldn't entangle him, but the fourth girl was exhausted one after another, and she didn't have the energy to care about other people.

I turned my attention to the puppet master. Only after he is dealt with can these puppets stop!
I tightened my dagger, and while dealing with the puppet, I quietly approached the puppet master.

"Squeak."

There was a mouse-like cry, and I looked down, and a puppet was lying at my feet, staring at me with a pair of eyes, and the sound came from his mouth.

It was not this that stopped me, but the appearance of this puppet.

"Second Dog..." I yelled hoarsely.

This puppet looks exactly like Er Gouzi!
I squatted down involuntarily, and stretched out my hand to touch it.

Just when I reached out to it, its eyes suddenly became fierce, and it was about to bite my hand.

But it was difficult to move forward, because my dagger was already stuck into its neck one step faster than it was.

I stood up and looked at the puppet master who was protected by a few puppets: "Are you coming for me?"

Er Gouzi was already eight years old when he left, and he didn't meet the requirements for making a puppet, not to mention that his body was not complete when he left... I exhaled, so this puppet is just a fake.

But what I care about is how does the puppet master know the existence of Er Gouzi, even his appearance, and know that Er Gouzi was killed by me?
It may be a bit shameless to say this, but Er Gouzi left at night when we went home after entering the tomb. Judging by the reaction of his parents, he probably didn't know that he was going to the tomb with me and that he suffered a terrible disaster.

Besides, I didn't say anything, maybe I was timid at the time, and I was afraid of taking on this responsibility.

So only my father knew that Er Gouzi died because of me, why would the person in front of me know?

(End of this chapter)