Starting from one person Jia Zhengliang

"This man suddenly broke into my room and wanted to kill me. Fortunately, the puppet saved me. My puppet is a little special, as you know." Jia Zhengliang said.

When Ma Xianhong heard this, he remembered that Jia Zhengliang asked him to modify the doll.

Although Ma Xianhong insisted on not changing the appearance of the Ruhua doll, she could consider Jia Zhengliang's other functional requirements, especially since these requirements were very creative.

"Master, the Ruhua puppet is powered by my energy. Does that mean that with a little improvement, the puppet can become my substitute, thereby circumventing some methods that specifically identify energy?"

When he heard this suggestion, Ma Xianhong thought it was very interesting, but he was not able to completely make a puppet become a substitute for a person.

So Jia Zhengliang had to settle for the second best and asked Ma Xianhong for a magical weapon that could block his own aura.

At that time, Ma Xianhong thought that Jia Zhengliang just had a sudden idea, but considering the current assassination scene, it seemed like it was premeditated.

Looking at the doll of Jia Zhengliang again, that head of red hair, it can’t be his own hair, and the clothes on his body are obviously also worn by Jia Zhengliang.

Combined with a magical tool that can conceal one's own aura, it can indeed achieve a similar substitute effect.

By this time, Master Bi had already examined the ordinary person's body. "There are no injuries anywhere on the body. Based on my experience, it seems that some kind of magic was used to forcibly control their movements, but the method was too rough, causing damage to the soul and leading to death."

Control, soul, these four words touched Ma Xianhong's reverse scale.

He always believed that he had suffered a severe head injury, which led to the memory loss.

This feeling of soul loss caused him to hate all secret techniques targeting the soul or memory.

At this moment, Ma Xianhong did not feel so sorry for Zhao Guizhen's tragic death, but he still wanted to confirm the truth.

"Are you so sure that this person was controlled by Zhao Guizhen using evil magic to kill you? And how did you accurately find Zhao Guizhen's location?"

In response to Ma Xianhong's two questions, Jia Zhengliang smiled and said, "Isn't this what you taught me, Master?"

"Me?" Ma Xianhong's face was full of surprise and confusion.

"Let me help you recall.

When facing someone you doubt, not knowing whether he is good or evil, you should give him a small test.

If he is good, everyone will be happy. If he is evil, his true colors will surely be revealed.

Isn't this the test you gave me when I first joined Biyou Village? " Jia Zhengliang's tone was very light, but to someone, it was deafening.

Ma Xianhong was hit by his own boomerang and was stunned for a moment.

Looking at Ma Xianhong's expression of eating shit, Jia Zhengliang felt relieved.

A self-righteous person will suffer the consequences sooner or later; he just makes the process come sooner.

Jia Zhengliang continued, “Just because this Taoist Priest Zhao doesn’t match the image of a Taoist master from Maoshan Shangqing in my mind, I can doubt him.

I talked to people everywhere and almost told everyone openly that I, Jia Zhengliang, suspected Zhao Guizhen.

At the same time, on the other hand, I was indeed collecting information about him. For example, the time when these serial murders stopped was very close to the time when he joined Biyou Village.

Of course, I don’t have any solid evidence, but fortunately, the leader is right. People with guilty consciences will see evil in everything they do.

Just today, he blew himself up. He used evil methods to control people and evil spirits to set up a killing plan to kill me.

Unfortunately, he failed, but he didn't expect that I would use the puppet to act as a substitute, and he didn't expect that I would place positioning tools in the mountains and forests where he appeared. As long as he appeared, I would know his location.

After a fierce battle, Fu Rong and I successfully killed him.

It's a pity for this old man's life!"

Fu Rong couldn't help but roll her eyes when Jia Zhengliang mentioned her again. She just happened to be passing by. If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, Zhao Guizhen might have been in the dark. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glance at Jia Zhengliang twice, inevitably mixed with some other emotions.

"Master, the matter has been resolved. Would you like to say a few words to appease everyone?"

Bi Yuan reminded Ma Xianhong and pointed with his finger.

Ma Xianhong followed Bi Yuan's finger and saw a number of terrified faces. That was the expression that ordinary people would have when facing aliens, but for these ordinary people, it appeared a little too late.

"It was my fault, Ma Xianhong, for allowing this dangerous person to infiltrate Biyou Village. The casualties caused by this were also my fault, Ma Xianhong.

As I've always said, Biyou Village is a place of equality, where everyone is free to come and go. We never force anything on you. If you feel unsafe here, you can leave at any time."

After these words, some people in the crowd were still afraid, but some had calmed down, and some were thinking about something secretly.

"It's okay, Master Ma, this isn't your fault!"

"Master Ma has good intentions, it's these bad guys who are wrong!"

"That's right, there are bad guys everywhere. I believe the leader will protect us!"

"What do you mean by protection? It's because of these bad guys that we should stand with the leader and help him defeat them!"

Looking at the passionate speeches erupting from the crowd, Jia Zhengliang was speechless. He really didn't know how these people had brainwashed him.

A group of ordinary people relied on the magical instruments bestowed by Ma Xianhong to think they had entered the circle of extraordinary people. Later, there were also people who directly transformed from ordinary people into extraordinary people through the self-cultivation furnace.

They are like players who have accidentally entered the game world. They are full of curiosity about the alien circle, have no fear, and have no understanding of the pain and bloodiness of the alien world.

In the original story, it was Zhao Guizhen's tragic death that directly ended the alien game of this group of ordinary people.

Now that the plot has been changed, this group of people may not be so lucky, and I'm afraid a few more people will die.

Thinking of this, Jia Zhengliang felt a little guilty, which would probably last for two or three days at most.

The incident came to an end. During the whole process, Ma Xianhong realized what Jia Zhengliang wanted to tell him.

But who was Ma Xianhong? The village chief of Biyou Village, the leader of the new Jiejiao sect, the only living saint left in the world. How could he be wrong? He just said that he would learn from his mistakes.

How else could Jia Zhengliang persuade him? He might as well just give up. It was just a side job, not the main quest.

About two or three days later, Jia Zhengliang, who was sneaking up the mountain in the middle of the night, was caught by Fu Rong.

"Rongrong, you've been paying extra attention to me these past few days. Just tell me, do you like me? Or are you in love with me?"

"Don't try to play tricks on me. I've seen a lot of sweet talk like that. Tell me the truth, what are you doing in the mountains in the middle of the night?" As she spoke, Fu Rong had already pulled out the kitchen knife from her waist.

"You want to know, huh? Just tell me if you want to know. I'm not going to lie to you. Come with me."

Jia Zhengliang turned back confidently, leaving Fu Rong with a handsome back view.

She had clearly come here to question him, but the pace of events seemed to be controlled by the other party, which made Fu Rong feel very unhappy.

Seeing Jia Zhengliang walking further and further away, Fu Rong kicked the grass beside her angrily and followed him.