Academy City's Puppet Master

With Ling Xingye's restraint, this knife finally completely chopped the "vampire" puppet into pieces.

The "big guy" smashed the remaining half of the head of the "vampire" puppet with his last foot, and the alley returned to peace.

"Are you a puppet master?"

"Thank you for saving your life!"

The fashion girl and Ling Xingye spoke at the same time.

"you are welcome……"

"Yes."

The two responded to each other together.

The fashion girl reached out and pressed Ling Xingye's topic: "Wait a minute, I'll ask first."

"Uh, okay."

She came to Ling Xingye and looked down condescendingly: "Which branch do you belong to? I remember that no commissioner was sent to this city, right?"

"Which one?" Ling Xingye was confused and thought about it carefully, "Let's be considered as a member of the Ling family class?"

There is no only one puppet master in this world, and there is a huge unified organization behind all the puppet masters - about this, Ling Xingye had already expected it.

After all, his main source of information came from a mysterious organization.

But Ling Xingye really doesn't know which part of this organization he belongs to... he doesn't even know whether he is a member of this organization or not.

He doesn't even know the name of this mysterious organization!

The only connection he has with this organization is probably that "he is also a puppet master".

The female puppet master who suddenly appeared in front of her eyes was obviously a member of that organization.

"Ling's class?" The fashion girl took off her sunglasses, leaned closer and looked at Ling Xingye carefully, "Could it be that you are Ling Xingye?"

Ling Xingye was surprised: "Yes, am I famous?"

After getting a lot of affirmation, the fashion girl suddenly became nervous: "Oops, you are not a real puppeteer yet."

"What do you mean?" Ling Xingye frowned and asked.

At this time, Ling Xingye suddenly felt a little strange, his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he didn't know if it was because of too much blood loss just now.

His face became even paler, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

At this time, no matter how dull Ling Xingye was, he realized that something was wrong with his body—and it was definitely not the simple reason of excessive blood loss.

"It seems that you are not a real puppet master..." The fashionable girl squatted down, her bright eyes looked straight at Ling Xingye, "So you are cursed."

"What...curse...curse..." Ling Xingye clutched his clothes tightly on his chest, breathing more and more difficult.

"Curse from our old enemy—the automatic puppet. We also call it the 'silver curse'. The main body is the smoke from the automatic puppet just now." The fashionable girl introduced carefully, taking off the ring on her right index finger, " Originally, I was there, and the silver smoke would not cause pollution if it diffused naturally. But you were too close just now! The silver smoke has not had time to be purified, so you have suffered a curse."

"You... have... a way to save...!" Ling Xingye resisted the uncomfortable symptoms of chest tightness and dizziness, and tried his best to keep calm.

"Indeed." The fashion girl nodded, "Don't worry, I won't let you die for this reason."

After all, she frowned, and then made up her mind to bite the tip of her index finger hard.

Bright red blood dripped from the fingertips.

Then, the fashionable girl put her index finger to Ling Xingye's mouth: "Open your mouth."

"...?" Ling Xingye, who was already unable to speak, could only cast doubtful eyes.

"Don't you still feel bad?" The fashion girl said impatiently, "The antidote is my blood, one or two drops are enough."

Obviously I came to defeat the "vampire", but why did I end up sucking blood myself?

Ling Xingye couldn't laugh or cry in his heart. The intense pain in his body made him give up and continue to pursue the matter. No matter whether it is reliable or not, let's listen to the other party and give it a try.

So Ling Xingye leaned forward and took the index finger in his mouth.

"Hey! Who told you to suck it in!"

Ling Xingye was taken aback for a moment, but already instinctively sucked hard twice, and even licked the wound on his fingertips.

The other party exclaimed, quickly withdrew his fingers, stood up, took two steps back, and distanced himself from Ling Xingye.

"What are you doing, I'm going to spit blood into your mouth!"

"Sorry... I thought it was blood sucking." Ling Xingye quickly explained.

Then I suddenly found that I could breathe normally—this woman said her own blood was the antidote, but the effect was too fast!

The fashionable girl lowered her head and looked at her fingertips with a complicated expression: "Your tongue is wounded, and the blood directly melts into it, so the absorption will be faster. And from now on, you will never be cursed by the silver smoke again."

Ling Xingye nodded ignorantly, and then found that the wound on his back was itchy. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the scab had begun to heal.

The weakness from previous blood loss is also recovering rapidly.

"Is this also the effect of your blood?" Ling Xingye stood up from the ground, unable to hide the surprise in his heart, "This...is a real 'blood bottle'!"

"You're just getting a little bit of light, and it's far from the real 'silver'!" The fashionable girl seemed to still have a grudge, and said angrily, "To fight against the automatic puppets that don't age or die, this kind of A degree of self-resilience is a must.”

"Don't be too complacent, little guy!" The fashion girl recalled her puppet and put on her sunglasses again, "Although you have experienced many battles, the enemies you faced before were just the lowest-level 'dolls', even Still weakened the low-end version of the Silver Curse."