Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

Fortunately, his will was strong enough, and despite multiple blows, he still maintained his strong desire for knowledge.

"Yu'er, I asked you to explain it again because I was afraid you might have misunderstood something so I could point it out to you in time!"

"Ah! Yes, Yu'er is too stupid. She may not have grasped the essence of your teachings, Willow God. Then, can you please tell me what I understand?"

"Yes, yes, tell me, tell me!"

Wan Zhuliu couldn't wait any longer.

Another half hour passed.

Wan Zhuliu was the only one on the branch, Yu'er had already left.

As for the puppet technique, Wan Zhuliu couldn't help but sneer, "Young Master... I have succeeded!"

It turned out that the key reason why the puppetry technique could not be improved was that he did not prepare the materials.

At this time, when you go back and look at the prompts on the panel, it becomes much clearer.

That is to say, without a puppet and a medium, you just need to prepare these two things, and then the controller casts the spell, and that's it!

The most important thing is that the medium must be something that the operator can control.

For this, Wan Zhuliu naturally turned his gaze towards the willow tree.

This is his true self and the only entity he can control.

He took out the seeds from the willow catkins, and at the same time took out the belongings left by the deceased deputy owner of the Red Mansion, which had been in his arms for a long time.

Logically speaking, that thing is the real body of the deputy owner of the Red Mansion, a piece of corpse that has become a spirit, and it should be controllable.

However, he was just trying, so there was no guarantee.

After taking a deep breath, he held the willow seed and bone joint in his hands respectively and called up the panel.

[Puppetry, you can add points. (Hint: The puppet is not perfect, so you need to restore it while casting the spell. This will increase the incense consumption by 41 points.)]

"Is it really done? Can it be improved?"

He looked surprised, glanced at the still quite rich incense donation account, and waved his hand.

"Give me more!"

The next moment, a strange energy hit his brain, and his vision suddenly blurred...

When he came to his senses, the word "Puppetry" on the panel had turned into "Xiaocheng".

When he looked down at the results of the puppetry, he was shocked.

A white-haired corpse was lying in front of him, its face covered with wrinkles of decay and still emitting a foul stench.

"Isn't this the deputy owner of the Red Mansion?"

He immediately moved away, then looked carefully and found that the corpse puppet was motionless.

However, in his mind, he seemed to be able to sense the state of this corpse puppet.

"Is this the puppet that was successfully refined?"

He immediately gave the order, "Move, jump into the well!"

Pfft!

The corpse puppet really jumped, cleanly and neatly, without any hesitation.

"Ah~ Liu~ God~ Help~!"

As a result, the next moment, the unique bubbling sound of the big turtle was heard from the well.

Seeing this, Wan Zhuliu quickly controlled the puppet to jump back to the ground.

As soon as I lay down on the wellhead, I saw that the turtle was locked in the corner, not daring to move. Several big crabs had already hidden in its shell.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a puppet made by this god!"

"Isn't it the deputy owner of the Red Mansion?"

Before the turtle could speak, the crab spirit on its body spoke first.

"Oh? You know it?"

"Yes, all of us little demons have been hunted by the Red Mansion."

Wan Zhuliu was stunned for a moment, glanced at the puppet, and then said, "Don't worry, the deputy owner of the Red Mansion has been killed by me. What you see now is just its shell!"

"So that's how it is... You scared us to death, Crab God!"

"Come up first and tell me about this Red Mansion!"

"Little demons obey your orders!"

Soon, the turtle carried the crabs out of the well.

Wan Zhuliu then asked, "Earlier, you said that the Red Mansion was chasing you, why is that?

As far as I know, the Red Mansion only houses yin objects, and they should have nothing to do with you fairies!"

"Reporting to Lord Liu Shen, the Red Mansion has always been collecting the heart blood of those born on the Yin month, Yin day and Yin hour, ninety-nine portions per month, but this kind of thing cannot be collected in full every month.

Demons are also yin, especially mountain spirits and wild monsters like us who have no foundation. When their hearts are short of blood, they kill us little demons and take our blood to replace it! "

"So that's it..."

No wonder, when Wan Zhuliu first encountered the female ghost in the Red Mansion, she was chasing a scholar and ended up breaking his heart and lungs.

"Do you know what the Red Mansion collects these things for?"

"I know I know!"

At this moment, the group of voles that had disappeared suddenly appeared and scrambled to get close to Wan Zhuliu.

"You, you say it!"

Wan Zhuliu directly picked the one who looked the most cunning and pointed at him.

"Alright, Lord Liushen, this matter is top secret."

"Come on, tell me!" Two pheasants also landed from the branch and raised their heads to listen.

"It's related to Xuanqing Palace. The owner of the Red Mansion is never in the Red Mansion, but stays in Xuanqing Palace!" said the field mouse spirit hurriedly.

"Xuanqing Palace?"

Wan Zhuliu was stunned again. Isn't this Xuanqing Palace the branch of the Stealing God Cult in Yi County?

"Yes, this is a conspiracy of Xuanqing Palace. They are refining ghost soldiers!"

"Wow, slowly, how did you know that?"

The crab demon hurried forward and asked.

"Hey, take my time. I once dug a hole to the top of Xuanqing Mountain and overheard something. Isn't that impressive?"

"awesome!"

"..."

This group of little monsters suddenly became noisy and started talking about all sorts of things.

Wan Zhuliu also withdrew in time, returned to the branch, and sorted out the information he had obtained.

"So, the one behind the Red Mansion is actually... the God-stealing Cult!"

He couldn't help but frown.

The God-stealing Cult, this is a big Buddha, he dare not mess with it.

Thinking of this, he became melancholy again.

The grand blueprint I planned seems impossible to realize!

Pei Xingmin said so much last time, but he actually only expressed one meaning.

That is, all the incense in the world has been monopolized by the imperial court, the Western Sect and the Stealing God Sect.

My current jurisdiction is too small and no one cares about these scraps. If I expand it, won’t it be wiped out in minutes?

"What should I do? Am I supposed to quietly accumulate wealth in Hongsong for dozens or even hundreds of years before going out?"

After pondering for a moment, Wan Zhuliu suddenly had an inspiration.

"If I can't defeat them, I'll join them. If that doesn't work, I'll surrender to the imperial court or to the Western Sect or the Stealing God Cult?"

After careful consideration, he felt that this idea could be kept as a backup option.

First of all, the risk is quite high.

Besides, there doesn't seem to be any future.

For example, the owner of the Red Mansion was once a city god, but now he has become an errand boy. How miserable!

Just as he was lost in thought, a figure came from the other end of the village.

Soon, the figure came closer and it turned out to be the doctor, Old Li.

Speaking of which, this old man rarely goes out except staying in the yard all day.

This was his first time in this village.

Although Old Li is old, his steps are extremely steady and his muscles are bulging.

He walked slowly towards us, holding wine and meat in one hand and incense paper in the other.

As soon as he approached, Wan Zhuliu found that the little monsters seemed to be furious and ran away in all directions.

This surprised him. "What does this guy do? The little monsters seem to be afraid of him!"