Panguan

His ring finger was almost broken, and he couldn't open the door with the rope alone. So in desperation, he reached into his pocket and took out the yellow form paper. When he took it out, he glanced at Wen Shi several times.

He had previously told the eldest disciple of the Shen family: There is no need for a puppet for such a trivial matter as opening the door.

It had only been a few minutes before he knelt down and swallowed the words.

His master always said that he had too much energy but not enough strength, his hands were not steady enough, and his mind was not calm enough, so the thread was always just a thread in his hands, and he could only pull and bind, but could not do anything else.

He always wondered how the line could change. Until he saw that his master's puppet string could cut a knife or sharpen iron.

If he could do this, he would be able to remove even a solid piece of iron, not to mention seventeen or eight iron wedges.

Dadong folded the yellow paper and sent it out.

The next second, a strong wind blew up in the entire corridor, and the wind vortex was right in front of Dadong, spinning violently and making a buzzing sound!

Amid the buzzing, two bird calls suddenly came out, clear and powerful, echoing in the corridor for a long time. The talisman flew out with sparks, and spread out amid the chirping of birds. First it had a head and neck, and then it had dark golden wings.

It was covered with chains, hovered twice like a shadow, and then slammed into the door. The sharp claws grabbed the edge of the door and scratched it in a circle.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the iron wedges made a sound of breaking one after another, which made people's ears numb.

The bird called again, flapped its wings and retreated, turning into a shadow again, hovering between the walls without any hindrance.

Dadong shouted: Zhou Xu, get out of the way!

There were hurried footsteps in the house.

He listened for a while and then kicked on the door. With a bang sound, the door covered with iron wedges fell to the ground, revealing the scene inside the house.

This is a bedroom, which should belong to a little girl. It is all pink and has gauze curtains hanging on the bed. It is very dreamy.

Zhou Xu is standing in this dream.

He looked at the fallen door, and it took him a while to react. He looked at Dadong in surprise: What the hell?

Dadong felt chilled by these two words. He shook the dust off his body and said, How about it? Is it okay, brother?

Zhou Xu nodded.

Dadong became even more depressed. He tugged on the thread in his hand, and the lingering bird shadow glided nearby. Although it had no entity at the moment, the wind it stirred up was indeed real.

Zhou Xu saw Dadong's puppet for the first time. He raised his hand to block the wind and asked, What kind of bird is this?

Dadong said: Did you see the golden dot on the tips of the wings?

Although the color is very light, you can still see some of it. Zhou Xu nodded and said, Ang, I saw it.

Dadong said proudly: This is the golden-winged roc.

When hearing it: ...

He felt that this black man was telling a joke.

Zhou Xu was stunned.

He held it in for a long time and finally said: Your puppet is actually a golden-winged roc?

Dadong: What's wrong? Isn't it possible?

Zhou Xu: Do you know who was the last person to use a golden-winged roc as a puppet?

Dadong: I know, I'm not illiterate. Isn't that...

He stuttered and said, That... Grandmaster.

Everyone in the future generations of judges knew what Chen Buo would become in the end, and everyone tacitly kept silent about this patriarch. Occasionally, they would talk about it in a vague tone, as if he was some kind of evil demon.

Taboo, rejection, and a little scared.

But apart from that, I can't help but regard him as a benchmark. If there is someone in this world who can do things that have never been done in this world, that would be a leader.

Even the used puppets are more powerful than others.

Zhou Xu looked at the bird, half surprised, half envious, and half doubtful: Is this really a golden-winged roc? It feels different from what I imagined.

The place for display is limited, otherwise it would have to be bigger than this. Dadong took advantage of the bird's presence and spoke with much more momentum. He waved and said, Let's go! Let the others out first.

As soon as they lifted their feet, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

The corridor became dark again. Fortunately, Zhou Xu had a small candle-shaped lamp in his hand, and the golden-winged roc was clearing the way in front. The edges of the wings were looming with golden color, which made it less scary.

There are two rooms next to Zhou Xu, one in the wall and one in the corner.

Wen Shi and Dadong knocked on the door each and waited for the people in the room to respond. However, after waiting for several seconds, there was no movement.

Is it because you're afraid? Zhou Xu was embarrassed to say. He suddenly heard a knock on the door just now in the room, not to mention how scary it was. He has a relatively good sixth sense, and he feels that only people he knows outside will respond. If it were any other coward, it wouldn't be possible.

For example, that Xia Qiao.

Where are the people? If anyone makes a sound in the room, the door will not be opened. Zhou Xu's duck voice quacked, wanting to give a warning to the people in the room.

But there was still silence.

Is there no one here? Zhou Xu asked, If the layout of each corridor is similar, there are quite a lot of rooms here, more than enough to contain people.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something was wrong when I heard it, so I reached out and pushed the door.

There was a loud bang, and the door fell to the ground. It was obvious that someone had opened it.

Now Dadong was shocked. He followed suit and pushed the door in front of him.