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Chapter 82

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When they left the Jin family, Liu Xiangquan, who had been so attentive and attentive at the banquet and promised to lead the way, disappeared.

"I just saw him. I don't know who beat him up and his face was bruised and swollen. When he saw me from a distance, he ran away as quickly as if he saw a ghost. I was really scared." Lin Yin said.

It happened that Cen Qianshan and his family were standing outside the door, and they also wanted to go to Sun Dejun's residence to find out what was going on. Ding Lanlan and the others hurriedly followed them shamelessly.

"We are so lucky," Ding Lanlan whispered to Mu Xue, "We always run into him by chance."

Mu Xue: "Ah, yes. What a coincidence."

"Master Cen has a really good temper. Although he doesn't like to talk, you can see that he flies so slowly just to wait for us juniors."

Mu Xue: "Junior, um, maybe."

After a few people flew away, the head of the Jin family summoned his trusted personnel.

"Have you found out? Where did those three girls come from? They even managed to ask Mr. Cen to personally wait outside the door to escort them."

"I have made a special search, but I have no clues. But it is really strange. We found that Mr. Ruan, who has had a bad temper in recent years, has been very friendly to them. I heard that Mr. Nian Zaitao specifically told the people in his neighborhood not to touch these girls."

"Okay, let's tell them to be polite to these girls until we find out their origins."

Mu Xue didn't know that such a small ripple would remain after they left.

Sun Dejun's residence is located in a very remote area, with a separate entrance and courtyard, towering walls, and dense defensive weapons clearly arranged on the top of the walls. The buildings in the courtyard have thick walls and iron windows, like a closed castle.

But at this moment, the door of the house was wide open and the things in the house were in a mess. It was obvious that it had been turned over several times by countless waves of people.

Mu Xue and the others took a flying magic weapon and landed in the overgrown courtyard. They walked through the open door and into the lifeless house.

It was clearly afternoon, but the building was dark and gloomy. In every corner of the house, there were discarded puppet parts and half-made humanoid puppets.

The window was small and narrow, with a thick iron fence across it. The pale daylight divided by the fence shone on the dull heads, torsos and mechanical arms, making them look even more weird and terrifying.

"So I don't like to make human-shaped puppets. The more human-like something is, the scarier it is." Lin Yin walked carefully among the spare parts to avoid accidentally stepping on an arm or thigh.

"If you want to fight, you can make it look like anything, a dragon, a unicorn, or something else. Why does it have to look like a human? Oops, it's an eyeball. I'm scared to death."

Ding Lanlan and Mu Xue, who were both weapon refiners, did not have the same distress as her. They stood in front of a half-finished product, discussing the puppet with only half a torso and dull eyes.

"It seems that Sun Dejun is really fanatical about making puppets." Mu Xue touched her chin and bent down to look at the puppet's opened head carefully. "It can be seen that he spent a lot of thought and energy on each puppet he made. It's just that his level is not up to standard yet."

Ding Lanlan: "I think it's a bit strange?"

"Hmm? Where is it?"

"Although there are some great points, it seems to have made many rudimentary mistakes." Ding Lanlan pointed at the puppet's opened chest, "For example, here and there. Even the basic sensor array is wrong."

Mu Xue smiled and said, "This is the Demonic Spirit Realm. Any skills are only passed down to the descendants of the family and are kept secret. Even some advanced skills and techniques are only passed down to the direct descendants. There is no unified teaching of the academy or teachers. Many people who want to learn a skill rely on their own thinking. So it is normal for someone to make mistakes in what you consider to be the most basic common sense."

"So that's how it is. So they use the family as a legacy, which is more cohesive, but it also has many disadvantages." Ding Lanlan suddenly realized, and she suddenly looked up and asked, "Strange, Xiaoxue. How come you are so familiar with the Demon Spirit Realm, as if you were born here. It really is the benefit of reading a lot of books."

At this time, Cen Qianshan had already opened the door to the basement and walked down to the place where the puppet murdered its master.

A foul stench came from the depths of the dark staircase.

Mu Xue stood at the door and suddenly remembered a black door. In front of the door were infinitely extending stairs and a bleeding altar, which made people instinctively not want to go down.

Lin Yin: "I... I'm a little scared." Lin Yin said.

Ding Lanlan: "Me, me too."

A warm yellow light lit up at the bottom of the stairs, and Cen Qianshan's voice came up from below, "Just wait upstairs, I'll come up after taking a look."

The three girls exchanged glances. Lin Yin, who loved cleanliness the most, took a deep breath and walked downstairs first.

Girls are naturally more timid and are less likely to face battles.

Junior sisters, please don’t go up to the ring. You should run first.

When you naturally put yourself in a weak position in some aspects and rely on the help of others, you are also thinking of yourself as a weak person and inferior to others. For practitioners, this is a demon that must be overcome, regardless of gender.

Arriving directly at the scene, the feeling was quite different from what I saw on the Mingdeng Mirage Platform.

The small, dark space was covered with black bloodstains. At the highest point of the wall, there was a row of small glazed windows, which were splattered with dirty black bloodstains. A little bit of dim light barely penetrated and shone on the opposite corner of the wall.

Countless pale puppets of similar appearance were hung on the walls on all four sides. They hung their heads dully and in an orderly manner, looking at the thick bloodstains on the ground, as if reviewing a murder that had happened here.

Lin Yin felt her stomach churning and she felt nauseous. She really didn't want to stay here any longer.

Xiaoxue came up from behind her with a lamp in her hand, squatted down and looked at the bloodstains on the corner of the wall, as if she was not affected by such an environment at all.

Since childhood, Lin Yin had inexplicably disliked Zhang Xiaoxue. At this moment, she suddenly understood the reason.

She envied this child because she was braver and more frank than herself. She seemed to always be able to face the things that she feared and wanted to escape from in her heart with the most frank appearance.

Whether in the classroom, in the arena, on the battlefield, or in places like this.

Nonsense, Lin Yin thought to herself. Xiaoxue is several years younger than me. How could I lose to a little girl like her

She stood up straight, trying hard not to look at the things on the walls and the ground that had not been cleaned, and walked side by side with her companions.

"Look here, there seems to be a line of words." Mu Xue pointed to the place on the corner of the wall that was stained with blood.

"I regret it... but it's too late." Cen Qianshan held up the lamp, squatted down and read the words on the corner.

"Who can escape such temptation... No one..."

"I gave everything to him, but what I got was not what I wanted... No."

Behind these intermittent words, a door was randomly drawn, a black door with long steps under it and an altar with a big cross on it.

Mu Xue turned around and glanced at Cen Qianshan.

They thought of a person and a door. A door that appeared in each other's dreams after their happiest moment last night.

At this moment, Mu Xue suddenly saw a pair of eyes appear behind the narrow glass window high up.

The pair of eyes hidden behind the blood quickly left after she saw them.

"There's someone, chase him quickly." Mu Xue didn't say anything, summoned Yingtianyun, and chased after him first.

The shapeless black shadow ran very fast, quickly left the courtyard and rushed into a busy neighborhood.

Disappeared into a small and shabby courtyard.

When Mu Xue and his group arrived, there was another group of people in the courtyard.

The leading man was sitting in the middle of the courtyard. When he heard the sound of the flying magic weapon landing, he turned around with an impatient look on his face, "Who's here again? Everything has a first come first served order... Come, come... Pour tea, come, pour a cup of tea for Mr. Cen."

As he spoke, he hurriedly stood up, wiped the chair under his butt with his sleeve, respectfully invited Cen Qianshan to sit down, and looked at Cen Qianshan's face carefully and nervously.

"What is this place?" Cen Qianshan asked.

"Mr. Cen, don't you know? This is the old house of Mr. Sun, the one who is causing so much trouble now." The man answered.

Cen Qianshan looked around but could no longer find the person he had just been chasing.

So he stopped talking and turned around to wait for Mu Xue and others to land.

The man kicked the younger brother who was following him, "What are you standing there for? There are three young ladies here. Hurry up and move some chairs. You have no sense at all."

As soon as Ding Lanlan and the others landed, they unexpectedly took advantage of the situation and were flattered by a group of people. Look at those big and strong men with dragons and tigers on their arms, standing in a row trembling with fear, serving tea and water, and calling them "little aunties". Lin Yin found it very funny,

"Why are they so scared? Mr. Cen is obviously a very easy-going person." She asked Mu Xue in a low voice.

"Or, because they are from the Lei family." Mu Xue said softly.

I don’t know why, but even seeing someone I once disliked would bring back a sense of nostalgia for the unpredictable world.

Mu Xue happened to know the man in front of her. His surname was Lei and his given name was Liang.

He used to be the second in command of the famous Lei family in Fuwang City. He was famous for his good communication skills and worldly wisdom. Everyone called him Brother Liang. It was from him that he bought Xiaoshan, who was a slave.

More than a hundred years had passed, and his appearance had not changed much. It was obvious that his cultivation had improved, and he had not yet reached the stage of life decline. But when he saw Xiaoshan, he was as scared as a mouse seeing a cat for some reason.

"Is the Lei family also interested in this matter?" Cen Qianshan said.

Hearing Cen Qianshan finally speak, Lei Liang's tense heart inexplicably relaxed, and he quickly continued: "Initially, no one took this matter seriously. Later, as more people died, it gradually attracted the attention of the major families."

"Even our Lei family had a useless descendant who died at the hands of the puppet we bought. That's why I brought people here to take a look."

"Tell me, how did the person in your family die at the hands of the puppet?" A girl in a red dress behind Cen Qianshan suddenly asked him.

She was a very young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, very pretty and clean, not at all like a child from Fuwang City. No one knew where she came from.

"Oh, I'm afraid that telling such dirty things would scare the little girl." Lei Liang laughed.

The Lei family is not as powerful as before, and no longer dominates almost all trading markets in Fuwang City like it did a hundred years ago. Lei Liang has also become much more cautious in his dealings with others.

"I want to know the cause of his death, the fatal move, and the specific model of the puppet."

The girl looked innocent, but her questions were simple and sharp, and went straight to the heart of the matter.

Lei Liang put away his joking attitude and said, "It's a bit embarrassing to say that our useless disciple had some unknown habits that he didn't dare to use on real people. So he secretly bought some simulated puppets and did whatever he wanted on them. Who knew that he would die at the hands of the puppets."

Mu Xue frowned.

Lei Liang said: "Everyone knows that Mr. Sun's puppets are famous for their stress and reaction like humans. So many people buy his puppets at high prices, but in fact they just want to vent their desires."