Panguan

"You wanted to kneel to me back then, but I said no. Now that I think about it, I missed a sentence. The person you should kneel to is there, and the debt you should pay is also there." Xie Wen's voice sounded next to his ear, "Look up look-"

The moment the voice fell, another hand fell on top of his head.

Maybe it was just a push from the air, and Zhang Dai felt that his strength was as strong as a thousand ounces. He could only raise his head and look at the sky due west.

And the next moment, another person came out of his sheath like a cold glow.

Countless puppet threads were tied together, binding his whole body like shackles. Zhang Dai didn't have time to react, he only saw the white shadow flicker, and someone hit his forehead hard.

when--

That is a real and complete fixation technique, which can accept living people as one's own puppets.

And it was Wen Shi who struck him this blow.

Rumors say that when Wen Shi was at his peak, he could control twelve giant fighting puppets at the same time without chains. The coercion is as vast as the sea, and I never worry about backlash.

but……

but……

Zhang Dai endured the pain caused by the huge earthquake in his head, and hissed: "Now you are even chained to a snake, and I am like a hundred people, why do you—"

"I'll be his lock." Xie Wen's voice was quiet.

In the next moment, the coercion was so overwhelming that Zhang Dai lost all five senses, and his surroundings seemed to be blank! There was no sound or figure, only the continuous and sharp humming in the cochlea.

"I just want to live, what's wrong with that..." Zhang Dai murmured in the rapid decline.

When he heard the news, he said: "The fault is with you now, you shouldn't live at all."

...

That coercion was too strong, and other people around were also plunged into the dazzling white light. Those haggard people felt something cut off from their wrists, and spirits flowed back into their bodies like a spring.

At that moment, they suddenly heard the sound of the breeze and pines on some mountain.

And when they squinted their eyes and recovered from the dazzling white light, they vaguely saw the back of Wen Shi's bent hand, hitting Zhang Dai's heart hard.

Chapter 97

"I can not be reconciled……"

I'm really... so unwilling!

Zhang Dai's voice was hoarse and sharp, and at the last moment it almost turned into a demon, echoing between heaven and earth, like someone scratching everyone's eardrums with nails, but no one could hear clearly...

Except when you smell it.

To be precise, smelling is not really hearing, but feeling. Because there is a puppet line between him and Zhang Dai.

The overwhelming coercion poured out from his body unreservedly, it was almost a kind of crushing force without leaving any room. Not only other people, but even himself was wrapped in the strong wind and his ears were buzzing. See nothing, hear nothing.

But he could clearly feel that Zhang Dai was dying.

The old ancestor of the Zhang family who kept stealing other people's skins and lingered on for more than a thousand years was cut off from everyone else under the spirit fixation technique, and became Wen Shi's puppet, and will be killed by Wen Shi himself——

He struggled like crazy. That's the instinct of being a puppet, not to mention that he was a person who planned to live, and he was a hundred times crazier than a normal puppet.

But every movement of his will make a sound of gold and stone, as if there is really an invisible chain that reaches the sky, binding him tightly and making him unable to move.

And the pain and backlash that should have been passed on to Wen Shi's body were also blocked by the invisible lock cover, and almost didn't fall at all.

Xie Wen said that he came to be the lock, so he did not lie a word.

I couldn't see him when I heard it, but I knew that he never left, and was always there, as if he had never walked away for thousands of years.

He said, "There is me."

So there is no taboo.

Clang--

The overwhelming white light faded from the eyes, and a piece of rotten wood fell to the ground.

It rolled twice, and came to a standstill amidst the lingering sound of Zhang Dai's call sign. Its surface has complex and wrinkled lines, and there are many ravines, and a human face can be vaguely distinguished from those lines. That face still had a ferocious expression, extremely angry and dejected...

Rotten wood cannot be carved.

The gust of wind whizzed away from his side, and the humming in his ears finally stopped.

When he heard it, he blinked his eyes lightly, and belatedly felt the soreness spreading in the meridians all over his body. It was a kind of fatigue after tension and exhaustion, and it was the aftermath of spiritual shock.

At the peak of the year, he never felt this way. On the contrary, senior brother Bu Ningtian was born with an unstable spiritual phase, so he often talked about this experience with them.

Now that his spirit is incomplete, he has finally tasted this feeling.

It's just that compared to Bu Ning's description, his condition is considered light, because Xie Wen has taken a lot of burden.

Thinking of this, Wen Shi was startled suddenly, and looked up at Xie Wen.

The lightning and thunder had dissipated long ago, the thick black rain clouds turned into moist smoke, and only the dim shadow of the moon was left hanging on the branches.

Xie Wen was also shrouded in fog under the dim night, and most of his body was in the shadows. At first glance, he seemed to be exuding a withered air.

Wen Shi's complexion changed, he grabbed his right hand and looked through it under the dim moonlight.

That hand was still pale, with the slight coolness and body temperature of the night, and there was no trace of withering like the left hand.

But Wen Shi didn't relax because of this, he untied his cuffs and pushed the fabric up.