Xiao Zheng nodded, and a few field workers opened the energy shield on the trolley, and took out the big humanoid puppet.
This thing is almost one-to-one with a real person. Putting on clothes, it is impossible to tell that she is not a human being from behind. A pair of empty eyes are staring straight at the person, and there seems to be a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
Sheng Lingyuan caught the puppet without restraint, held its head, carefully stroked the puppet's head and face with his fingers, traced its facial features, and focused his eyes - if they weren't at the door of the cold confinement room, this scene would have been romantic enough Classic shot of the movie.
Xiao Zheng shuddered, thinking that this taste was too strong: "That..."
Before he could organize his words, Xuan Ji suddenly stepped forward without saying a word, clasped the top of the puppet's head with one hand like holding a basketball, and twisted it roughly: "I'll do it."
Sheng Lingyuan wondered, "Do you know what I'm looking for?"
Xuan Ji ignored him, put the puppet on the ground, took out a coin, and began to shave it.
After the wooden puppet is finished, it is usually covered with a layer of clay to cover the potholes on the wood. The coin in Xuan Ji's hand is like a knife, and the clay falls down on the place where the puppet has been filed. After a while, the puppet's face It was half bald, exposing the wooden billet underneath.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Zheng leaned over, "Hey... wait, there's something on his forehead!"
After the clay on the puppet's face was rubbed off, there was a line of small inscribed characters about the center of the eyebrows, only the size of a sesame seed. Xiao Zheng took off a portable magnifying glass from the key ring, and after zooming in, he found those "words" There are no edges or corners, a unified big trap and small circle, very similar to the curse unearthed in the Dongchuan Witchman Tomb.
A field worker came up and asked, "Is this the one? Is this the secret of Granny Yu's puppetry?"
"This is the worst time that 'puppet technique' has been hacked the worst," Xuan Ji muttered, "This is not puppet technique, it's called 'Macarina', the original version is a curse, which is fused with 'talisman' Simplified version together. Witch man curse breath... the energy response is very weak, it is difficult to be detected."
Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on him: "Do you still know macaroni? Has this useless thing not been lost?"
Xuan Ji, Xiao Zheng and other field staff spoke at the same time.
Xuan Ji: "No..."
The field staff said in unison: "What is macaroni?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
Okay folks, this stage should break the Guinness Book of Records for the speed with which it can be dismantled.
Xuan Ji had no choice but to change the voice: "Family learning."
Merman language, witch man's curse... The mechanism of Gaoshan Prince's tomb, this little demon's "family knowledge" is too broad and profound, Sheng Lingyuan's forehead twitched, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his temple.
Xiao Zheng said: "Isn't this an ideal spy tool? Why hasn't it been promoted on a large scale?"
"Because it is not safe, it was born out of the witch mantra. The witch man spell has corresponding solutions and anti-spells. The energy response is low, which means that the threshold for using it is low. If someone discovers the spell, and this person happens to understand the witch man spell The anti-spell rule..." Xuan Ji said, a small flame jumped up on the coin, and the flame didn't know what happened, but it didn't move at all. A very thin line was drawn on it——Xuan Ji seemed to operate at the micron level, sketching with flames, and adding a few strokes to the small sesame-sized characters.
"This is evidence, you..."
Before Xiao Zheng finished speaking, the puppet's eyes turned suddenly.
The puppet was already very scary, but Xuan Ji shaved it into a yin and yang face. It could be sent directly to the amusement park as a prop for a haunted house. It stood up like a corpse, with one leg, and it was actually quite stable.
The field workers were in an uproar, took a step back, and pressed all kinds of weapons on their waists in unison.
Xuan Ji half-kneeled on the ground, and stretched out a finger to them: "Shh—"
I saw the puppet turn around "creakingly", facing the wall on one side, and suddenly "live", every move seemed like a real person.
It seems to be chatting with someone, laughing and joking, and what it says is all about the parents.
"Why did you speak suddenly? It... who is she talking to?"
"This is an anti-curse," Xuan Ji said softly. "They use the 'curse' to remotely control the puppet, so that the puppet can be synchronized with the operator. When the operator says or does something later, the puppet will do the same.' Counter-curse' is when someone else makes the puppet he controls resynchronize with him without the caster's knowledge."
Xiao Zheng reacted immediately: "That is to say, the movements of this puppet are the real-time broadcast of its manipulator!"
"Yes," Xuan Ji nodded, "Stay away a little, don't touch it, let it move freely, otherwise there may be a feeling over there."
The field workers took out their law enforcement recorders and began to follow up, hoping to extract a few words from the conversation that would reveal the identity of the controller.
Xuan Ji deliberately didn't look at Sheng Lingyuan, and sighed, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "I don't have common sense and dare to use witch man curses indiscriminately. The curses I wrote are like the disasters I caused, and I have to clean them up."
After hearing this, Sheng Lingyuan was stunned.
Xuan Ji knew why he was stunned, he did it on purpose - this sentence was said to him by Sheng Lingyuan himself.
When the Heavenly Demon Sword was just able to come out of its sheath freely, it was like a bird out of its cage, eager to see the world clearly. It was the first time he was able to get away from the sword body, although he couldn't get away from the sword body by a foot, but his perspective changed. He circled around Sheng Lingyuan excitedly, comparing heads with him, making faces at him, and counting his eyelashes.
The world was originally separated from him by Sheng Lingyuan, but suddenly, the barrier disappeared, and it was right in front of him. He sees everything new, like a newborn calf, facing everything unfamiliar, he is not afraid of anything, and his heart is only lively and eager to try.
Tianmojian once thought that he was born with a heroic temperament, but now, Xuanji thinks back, it is actually because cowardice often comes from large and small traumas, and the Tianmojian spirit has been in the back of the young emperor for more than ten years, and was used by the young Its back is protected airtight, so when it is born, it comes with copper skin and iron bones.
And Lingyuan never let him completely isolate himself from the world. Since he was a boy, he deliberately taught Jianling how to speak and how to deal with people, and he often spared himself to let him exercise—sometimes talking to others, he would make the demon When the sword came, Tianmojian said a word, he learned a sentence, and he didn't interrupt.
At the beginning of learning how to deal with people, it is inevitable to say the wrong thing, Lingyuan will use his tone of voice and other body language to make up for it, or find a way to get back afterwards, and at the same time teach his sword spirit to observe the reactions of various people.
At that time, Lingyuan didn't know that he was a demon body, because he was too young and ignorant when the sacrifice happened. Both Queen Mother Chen and Dan Li told him that the terrible sacrifice in his memory was caused by He was poisoned by a demon and sacrificed the lives of more than eighty masters to save him, so His Highness must not disappoint the expectations of the world.
His mother and teacher are the people he trusts the most. When he was a teenager, he believed in this deeply, and thought that he would be like ordinary people, who would suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death, and would not live longer than a hundred years.
But the sword spirit is different. The sword spirit grows too slowly. It takes a full sixteen years to emerge from its sheath. After that, it will take another hundred or thousand years to condense into a solid body. The life span is so long that ordinary people can't imagine. Sheng Lingyuan felt that he would probably not be able to see him in this life, so what will happen to this little sword spirit after a hundred years
Lingyuan is a person who is used to deep thinking. He carefully guides the Heavenly Demon Sword bit by bit, like kneading clay, so that he can grow into what he can't dream of—happy, fearless, wanton, and always hopeful.
But he later found out that the Heavenly Demon Sword was a bit too detached due to being overly spoiled.
The sword was unsheathed, and the young emperor left Dongchuan. At first, for Tianmojian, it was like ushering in a grand game. He had no sense of the chaotic world of melee, but he knew it was fun.
So soon, the lesson came.
When Tianmojian was in Dongchuan, he was sleepy while reading, so he learned some witchman language and mantras, but he only picked up fun things, among them, "Macaroni" was a very good one. Ideal "toy".
He learned to control his sword like a toddler. Gradually, he could do some simple movements. The first successful one was the "Macarina" of the Witch Race. There is no threshold, as long as you remember those complicated Witch Human characters, just don't make mistakes.
Tianmojian discovered that the macaroni he carved could speak and dance according to his own will. It was like a treasure, and he had a great time playing with it for a while—climbing trees to chase birds, burning Danli's bamboo slips, and taking advantage of Lingyuan's sleep. Time to direct the villain to braid his hair, pour a pile of salt into A Luojin's meal...
He is not interested in the boring principles of witch mantras, the dizzying solutions, inverses and transformations.
As a result, they were intercepted and killed by demon flying cavalry on the way, and they pulled out the camp overnight. In the chaos, Tianmojian left his macaroni villain behind. When he arrived at the new camp, he remembered this matter, but found that he couldn't move it no matter what. villain. At that time, he thought it was because he was a half-baked guy and the distance was too far, so he didn't take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, the macaroni villain was picked up by the enemy. The demon flying cavalry had a military adviser who was proficient in various languages. He used the macaroni counter-curse to hear what the demon sword said to Sheng Lingyuan, and deduced their hiding place.
When the overwhelming demon clan flying cavalry came to kill, the Tianmo sword, which was still a brat, was so frightened that it didn't know what to do.
That was the first time Lingyuan let him see the blood, the first time he let him know that he would pay for the blood and lives of the soldiers for the disaster he caused by a negligence.
If you leave Dongchuan, there will be no games, and every match will be life and death.
Later, reinforcements came quickly, and strangled the flying cavalry who had advanced in one fell swoop. Lingyuan had people find the little macaroni from the enemy's body and burned it in front of him. While gently wiping the blood off the sword, he scolded him: "How dare you use the witch mantra indiscriminately without common sense?" , the curses I wrote are like the disasters I caused, they have to be cleaned up."
Looking back now, the reinforcements came too fast that time. It was not so much a trap as it was an ambush. The little grass man was arranged on purpose by him.
Since then, Sheng Lingyuan will let him participate in every battle that Tianmojian has experienced since then. When he was young, Tianmojian thought he was helping, and his desire to protect was overwhelming, but thinking about it now, his early experiences were completely in order of difficulty. Most of the training is carefully arranged by Lingyuan, which can let him know what is called "responsibility" and grow rapidly without hurting his confidence.
He spent a lot of effort... Except that he didn't expect it, the Heavenly Demon Sword didn't have a thousand years to deal with it.
Xuan Ji stood up slowly, and looked at Sheng Lingyuan after a few steps: "Are you right?"
The "teaching plan" you wrote yourself, the words you said... remember
Sheng Lingyuan swayed and leaned his back against the wall.
Xuan Ji was startled, and hurried to help: "You..."
Sheng Lingyuan avoided his hand abruptly.
That little demon was the spirit of Suzaku, with a familiar smell on his body. At the door of the cold confinement room, the breath was almost aggressive, which made him always flash some things that shouldn't be recalled.
The puppet girl was talking on her own, the noise of the people around her rubbing against the cloth, the cold wall and the real headache...
"Every gain is bound to be a loss," Sheng Lingyuan took a breath, forced a smile, and waved his hand to Xuan Ji who was at a loss a step away, "Thank you... and your ancestors, but anyway, it's a long way to get this body back." I didn't expect it, I owe you a favor... Others... What are your names? Oh, side effects... It doesn't matter."
Xuan Ji was taken aback for a moment - what does this mean
What is "one gain, one loss"
He found that on the one hand Sheng Lingyuan remembered the Heavenly Demon Sword, but on the other hand he turned a blind eye to all the "weaknesses" he had exposed intentionally or unintentionally. Xuan Ji thought it was because the Heavenly Demon Sword had no weight in his heart at first.
But... clearly not.
Why didn't he ask more questions
Sheng Lingyuan was awakened by the gloomy sacrificial rites. He always regarded this as "disturbance", and just wanted to lie back in the depths of Chiyuan and rest in peace. Xuan Ji had an intuition that the "recovering the body" he said did not mean "reviving".
So what is the recovery of the body
Why did he jump off Chiyuan in the end
Before he could ask, the puppet suddenly stopped joking and stood up respectfully: "Grandma."
For a moment, everyone was shocked.
The puppet paused for a while, probably listening to others, and then it seemed to be taken aback: "Yan Qiushan is going back to Yong'an today? Yu Yang's female sea turtle surnamed Du is very careful, and we have never been able to interfere. Are the sources accurate?"
Yan Qiushan's return to Yongan was personally approved by Xiao Zheng, upon hearing this, his expression changed.
The puppet paused for a longer time: "Understood, he can't come back alive, don't worry. You go back to the old house to avoid the limelight, and leave it to us to solve."
"Keep two people, and collect the information revealed by the puppet at any time, and the others will follow me!" Xiao Zheng jumped up, "Contact Wang Ze, and the field staff of the branch office closest to Team Yan and them, let them go to respond first...Damn it, Which link is leaking!"