Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

She instinctively leaned back to avoid it, but at this moment her heart began to hurt again.

The only thing that can leave such marks on a human body is a special kind of silkworm bred by puppeteers. This thing is raised on human flesh and blood. Once the mature silkworm breaks out of the body, it proves that the host's internal organs have been almost eaten away. Within three days at most, the host will die from damage to all organs after being separated from the silkworm.

She gritted her teeth and retreated a few meters to stand still. When she looked up again, she saw an extremely strange scene.

The man was covered in blood, and the blood that seeped from the inside out soaked his clothes. The skin on his neck and arms looked like it had fallen off alive.

He staggered to his feet holding the iron sledgehammer. Judging from his painful expression, he must still have some consciousness, but he just couldn't control himself.

As long as the host who has been given the suggestion can still think, he will complete the final instructions at all costs. The only solution is to completely smash their heads.

no solution anymore......

Shen Qiao hardened his heart, picked up the kite and took the initiative to respond, piercing his head with a sword.

At the moment of piercing, the iron catenary that had been chopping towards Shen Qiao's neck suddenly stopped, and the man's dazed eyes finally returned to normal and quickly dimmed.

The already dilapidated body finally collapsed under the weight, and slid to the ground as if it had melted completely, turning into a shriveled human skin.

Shen Qiao stood there with a gloomy face.

According to today's time calculations, shouldn't puppetry be long lost? Why is it still present in the human world?

Before he could think of suitable answers to a series of questions, he suddenly heard a sound of quick footsteps behind him. Without even turning his head, Shen Qiao held the umbrella in his backhand and blocked the incoming knife just in time.

"Are you a human or a ghost? Why are you killing people?!" He Yuan had obviously seen the scene just now, and his voice was filled with anger.

"Kuao Noise."

Shen Qiao shook his wrist, and He Yuan just tried to use a force to move the intersecting blades upwards. After just a few clicks, the long sword in his hand broke into several pieces.

He Yuan: “!!”

Shen Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly, "If I were really a ghost, you would be lying with him now."

He Yuan was holding the knife handle like an idiot, and the sight of the fallen blades on the ground gave him a chill.

This kid actually broke the knife he chopped down with all his strength with just his internal energy. Such strength... and this strange umbrella...

He suddenly came to his senses, "You, you are not likely sent by the mountain sect..."

But isn’t this too young?

"It's not advisable to stay here for long. Move the coffin down the mountain."

If the person behind this is trying to help this resentful woman break the coffin, there is no guarantee that there will not be some further action.

The enemy is in the open and I am in the dark, so I cannot be careless.

He Yuan didn't dare to ask any more questions. He obediently put the broken knife back into the scabbard and went to move the coffin.

Fortunately, they escaped unharmed. Not long after they walked out, they met Mu Jiu who came to help and another small team arranged by Wang Yan.

The red coffin was finally moved to the camp at the foot of the mountain after stumbling along the way. The hall master Zhou Xian was already waiting at the foot of the mountain.

"In that case, this red coffin is the source of the strange sound." Zhou Xian looked at the red coffin with talisman paper on it in front of him, but no matter how he looked at it, he had no impression of it.

"Has there been any weddings or funerals around here recently?"

Wang Yan, who was standing nearby, understood and said, "I'll go ask the coffin shop owner right away."

Zhou Xian nodded and turned his gaze to the group of people coming down the mountain. "Where is that senior brother and the young senior sister you mentioned?"

"Oh, the little sister discussed with the senior brother who came later and then went back. It seems that she wanted to check other places, fearing that there would be another accident."

"Yeah." Zhou Xian stroked his long beard, "You've been busy all day, go back and rest first."

He Yuan seemed to be still worried, "Master, is that little sister really sent by the mountain sect? She looks really young, not even as tall as me."

Zhou Xian was stumped by the question. After all, he didn't have time to meet Shen Qiao. However... he heard that a genius had emerged among the outer disciples recently. He wondered if it was this person.

"Just do what you're supposed to do, and change your habit of judging people by their appearance."

He Yuan responded embarrassedly and then left.

At the same time, Shen Qiao and Mu Jiu, who were still staying on the mountain, made a new discovery.

"Junior sister, you are right. This is indeed commonly used by puppeteers."

Mu Jiu took the small piece of silk thread off the tree branch and handed it to Shen Qiao after it landed on the ground.

"It's said that every puppeteer raises an 'iron-clad silkworm' that produces puppet silk. The silk it spits out is indestructible, and as thin as a hair. However, I think this silk is not up to par."

"It looks like it was spun by a new silkworm, but it's not the silk that stayed here today." Shen Qiao twisted the silk between his fingers and found it was still soft.

"Silk from silkworms over three years old is usually coated in a layer of mucus, making it feel harder. While this silk is tougher than ordinary silk, it's too soft, which is why it broke."

Mu Jiu frowned as he looked at the silk, "This makes everything make sense."

After the three of them separated, Mu Jiu and Shang Mian went to the old man's house. Shang Mian used acupuncture to help the old man regain some consciousness. Unexpectedly, the old man burst into tears as soon as he woke up. After some questioning and speculation, Mu Jiu learned that the old man was frightened because he saw the scene of his own son Li You being skinned and planted with silkworms.

Therefore, before Mu Jiu came, Shang Mian went out to help Li You remove the silkworm before it broke out of his body.

Unfortunately, the light was too dim that day and the old man didn’t see the face of the person who did it, otherwise he could have saved a lot of effort.

"Now, besides figuring out who the puppeteer is who caused the chaos at Wanshou Mountain, there are still a few things I can't figure out. Where did that red coffin come from? Why did the person behind it use human souls as an offering? Why did they even risk exposing themselves to forcefully break into the coffin after being discovered?"

Mu Jiu pondered for a moment, "According to what you said, I always feel that there is still one person who needs to be investigated."

After saying this, the two of them looked at each other as if they had telepathy and said in unison -

"That captain."

It was getting late and the whole afternoon had passed.

Shang Mian, who had been busy all afternoon, came out of the house and said to the disciples waiting for news at the door:

"They need quiet time to recover. It's best not to go in and disturb them if there's nothing wrong."

"it is good."

After sending away the group of helpful disciples, Shang Mian went to the front hall to report to Zhou Xian.

The backyard was suddenly deserted, leaving only the red coffin with talisman paper on it and three wounded people lying in the house.

After Shang Mian left, the front hall seemed to be bustling for a while, and it gradually became quiet until the second watch. Finally, only the sound of a heavy door closing was heard, and the entire house was completely silent.

squeak-

The closed door of the room was opened from the inside, and a figure in underwear walked out holding the door.

In the moonlight, one could vaguely see that there seemed to be some loose gauze wrapped around the man's neck.

He staggered down the steps and came to the red coffin. He reached out and gently touched the coffin and said softly,

"Awan...I'm here to pick you up."