After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

When Pu Ran just stepped into the Tantric Buddhism, he discovered one thing: why is this place almost empty with no one except for the formation mechanisms?

Because those who should be killed have been killed, and those who should be released have been released.

Innocent people were hypnotized and dismissed.

Those who were unforgivable, committed serious crimes, and wantonly played with other people's lives and deprived them of their freedom were all killed by the old monster controlled by Qin Jin.

He massacred the senior officials who mastered hypnosis and illusion and created cultured puppets, and also burned all the classics and puppets.

To put it simply, Qin Jin wants to completely block the inheritance of this puppetry that deprives people of human rights.

It is not ruled out that there are still some who have slipped through the net, but at least now, he is the only puppeteer left here, the only one who is proficient in controlling various techniques.

So it goes without saying what to do next.

He was about to begin to erase his own existence.

On the altar of Tantric Buddhism are stone statues of ancestors.

The boy took off the beautiful teardrop-like pupil, and the moment he pulled out the rune stone, the mechanism was activated and Pandora's box opened again.

It was as if it was the resentment, anger and bitter denunciation of the ancestors, and all kinds of disasters flew out of the box and spread to all directions.

The stone statue began to shake, and with a "crack" sound, tiny cracks appeared in its empty eye sockets.

"Click——"

"Click——"

The sound was continuous, crisp and rapid, and cracks spread all over the stone statue at an incredible speed, and soon fish-scale-like fragments fell off one after another.

Qin Jin then realized that it was not accurate to call it a stone statue, it looked more like a fired figurine.

It was shattered to the point where it could no longer maintain its upright position, and so it collapsed with a loud bang. With a "bang", the disguise on the outside was completely peeled off, revealing the eerie white bones wrapped in aged fabrics inside.

This set of bones is tightly bound by dense puppet strings. It is the skeleton of an ancestor, not a so-called "stone statue" but a living person.

Thousands of years ago, it was women who first wrapped silk threads around puppets and manipulated them to perform plays and make children laugh.

This is when the magic box opens for the first time.

Then she had a crazy idea: those paralyzed people who wanted to step on the green grass with their own feet, could they also be controlled by silk threads to make them stand and walk?

It turned out that she did it. The paralyzed man straightened his back again and landed on the ground with his own feet.

Even though they were controlled by silk threads, the solid feeling from the ground under their feet, the rural scenery they saw with their eyes, the fresh air they breathed in, and the freedom they felt while running were enough to make them cry for joy.

Seeing everyone's smiles, she felt genuinely happy.

If my puppetry can help everyone a little, then its existence will be meaningful.

The woman began to delve deeper, staying in the house all day. Years later, she excitedly opened the door and shared her discovery with her tribesmen.

——We can also hypnotize! If! I mean if, when someone is suffering from an injury or illness, at least I can use hypnosis to make them forget the pain temporarily, I...

When she came out she was chattering non-stop, her eyes glowing as bright as stars because of this research, but as she spoke she fell silent, her eyes dimmed little by little, and turned into fear.

——Why do you all have such expressions?

She retreated helplessly, completely unaware that while she was immersed in her research, the puppetry technique had been exploited by them and turned into something extremely sinister.

Manipulate others to plunder, destroy, and kill.

After suddenly possessing powerful strength, human nature caused everything to develop naturally to this point.

The disasters in the magic box are still being released continuously.

——You are different.

——It is you who created all this and taught us all this, and we believe in you deeply.

She could no longer hear what the tribesmen were saying. They were in a trance, and their fanatical and morbid nature forced her to delve into the art of hypnosis and illusion.

The woman was imprisoned, her limbs tied with silk threads, and she sat tirelessly in the house studying more advanced methods of manipulation.

She felt terrified. The faces of all the people in front of her became so strange and terrifying. She tried every way to escape, but the silk threads on her body could not be cut, and they pulled her into the cage again and again.

——Worship the gods, accept my incense, and live forever!

The woman just felt cold all over. I was so angry and resentful. What did I do wrong? Why did you treat me like this?

Her eyes were bloodshot, her teeth were almost broken, her heart was filled with hatred that was bottomless, and her previously gentle face was now only sinister and vicious.

I curse you and the Tantric Buddhism. One day you will be destroyed.

I want you all to die, die, die!!!

Her tragic tears of blood, the blood in her heart that was corroded by hatred, and the terrifying obsession and curse dripped onto the transparent white diamond in her palm.

That was the last thing she left behind before she died.

The white diamond strangely absorbed the blood beads, turning into a rich red and becoming a blood diamond.

The woman was then tied up with special puppet strings that were not afraid of fire. She was unable to move. The tribesmen smeared a layer of mud on her body, carved detailed patterns and decorations, and then put her into the kiln to burn.

Even when a living person is being burned, you can still hear his sharp and painful screams.

——God is not afraid of physical suffering, she will live forever.

The tribesmen knelt in unison in front of the kiln and prayed devoutly. The flames rose and the heart-wrenching screams gradually disappeared.

The woman died, and the resentment that had not yet been vented was unreasonably eliminated, and the Pandora's box was closed.

They placed the successfully fired human figurines on the altar. People die and their lives are fleeting, but figurines do not. Even after thousands of years, they still appear in front of Qin Jin.

The young man wearing her blood diamond is leading the Tantric Buddhism to destruction little by little as she wished.

The boy removed the rune stone, and the figurine shattered, revealing the eerie bones trapped, and Pandora's box was opened again.

There is a mechanism under the figurine, which is related to the lifeblood of Tantric Buddhism.

The people who were fighting in various places stopped fighting and looked at the changing scene in front of them in surprise and confusion.

The ground beneath my feet was shaking and I could clearly hear the sound of huge gears turning. The entire Tantric Buddhism was like an exquisite mechanical city rising rapidly from the ground, this time it was more than ten meters high.

A part of the building buried deep underground and unknown to the public was revealed. The mysterious dark room appeared in front of people for the first time in a thousand years. The stone door opened with a swish, and dark puppets like monsters from the abyss swarmed out.

Like a dense swarm of black spiders, there was a rustling sound accompanied by the faint sound of tiny gears, and they rushed over with spears in their hands.

The hidden mechanism was photographed, and the ancient and mysterious illusion array was also activated. The scene in front of everyone's eyes changed drastically, as if they were in a city in the sky in the clouds. Looking down, it was bottomless and the cold air rushed up.

"Hey! Run! This place is going to collapse!"

The entire Tantric temple collapsed from the outermost edge, with buildings collapsing and rubble falling, slowly disintegrating and collapsing inwards.

The puppet, which exudes an iron-blooded aura and is like a well-trained army that has experienced many battles, will not allow any room for approach.

Blocking their way of escape, he vowed to trap everyone in the center, bury them together with the dry bone god, and let them fall into the abyss forever.