A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Feng Ye was startled, and when he looked again, the gauze curtain had already fallen, and there was only a faint shadow, which swayed with the sedan chair.

Seven or eight children begging for sweets came running on the street, and the person leading the groom's horse took out a lot of sesame wedding candies wrapped in red paper from his arms and scattered them out.

Feng Ye caught a glimpse of the sugary fingers tucked into the robe, and the five knuckles were wrapped with thin red threads. He walked up and noticed the porter who was standing on the horse's side and was covered.

This person looks mediocre, his shoulders and neck are slightly forward, his complexion is red and black, he really looks like an ordinary porter.

Mo Qingai whispered in his ear, "The red thread is connected to the puppet."

Feng Ye saw that it was sure enough, "So it's a puppet manipulated by him, so it's no wonder that the puppet bridegroom can still sit upright on such a bumpy horse."

"Not necessarily." Mo Qingai said, "Just an ordinary porter, you can see that his rough fingertips can't do such delicate performances as controlling puppets."

Feng Ye stared at the man in thought, and suddenly the middle-aged man turned his head and grinned in the direction of the two of them with yellow teeth.

This smile made people extremely uncomfortable, as if the skin had been ripped out of its crooked folds by hands, it was stiff and weird.

"You're not sure?" A terrifying thought came to Feng Ye's mind, "Could it be that puppet is manipulating the living?"

Mo Qingai responded, and walked away from the swarming crowd with Feng Ye in the opposite direction of the wedding procession.

"You should know more about the method of magic cultivation than I do." Mo Qingai said as he walked, "The evil method of cultivating puppets is nothing more than a variant of witchcraft. The blessings and misfortunes in this world have their ups and downs, and it is impossible for one There is not even a trace of evil spirits in the place, since Rui Chuan can ward off evil spirits and seek blessings in this way, then there must be a 'lucky way' for the dead ghosts."

Feng Ye paused, "That means this way of seeking blessings is stealing other people's luck?"

"Exactly." Mo Qingai nodded, "Since we know that this is a witchcraft technique, as long as we find the source, it will be easy to solve."

The non-authentic demon Xiu Fengye looked at him suspiciously.

Mo Qingai sighed, "Do you know what puppet shows rely on?"

"The performer pulls the thread." Feng Ye said.

"Yes, so this puppetry must also use thread." Mo Qingai explained, "This line is not a solid line, but a thread condensed with spiritual power or magic energy. All puppets in puppetry rely on this thread to form They are as agile as living people, so the source of their power core must be implicated by the thread, as long as you follow it, you will be able to find the ultimate caster."

"You said just now that there is no evil in Ruichuan, that is, there is no demon energy." Feng Ye pointed to himself, "Except for me... Does this mean that the puppeteer is not a demon cultivator?"

"Yes." Mo Qingai frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, her expression was a bit complicated.

Although puppetry is the basis of puppetry, the demonic cultivator's demonic energy is violent and vigorous, and it is more than enough to practice, but it is not easy to practice in the righteous way.

After all, spiritual power comes from all things in the world, and self-cultivation must go through secret methods such as absorption, filtration, and vomit, which are completely different from demonic cultivation, and the process is relatively slow and inefficient.

Puppetry is also a kind of magic technique that is controlled by spiritual power and consumes extremely spiritual power. If it is to achieve precise control and at the same time apply such a difficult spell as dispelling evil and transporting it, it must be more powerful than distraction. to do it.

Feng Ye was keenly aware of the change in his expression, "Do you have doubts in your heart?"

"Yes." Mo Qingai said calmly, "There are some people in the Meditation School who know the art of puppetry, but it's just a guess."

"Ah, I never imagined that you innocent cultivators would do such a thing." Feng Ye sarcastically said without hesitation.

Mo Qingai ignored him.

This matter needs a long-term plan. Mo Qingai took Feng Ye to find an inn to live in first. Unexpectedly, after going to many hotels in a row, there was no vacant room. After finally finding a hotel, there was only one room left.

Mo Qingai raised her legs and was about to leave, but the proprietress said from behind, "Hey, there is only one room left in our house. You can look elsewhere for a while, this room is gone."

"What kind of day is this, why don't you even have a room?" Feng Ye was a little curious.

"The Qiqiao Festival is approaching, and many people from outside come to the city to watch the lanterns and get married, so there is no empty inn." The proprietress saw the young man's handsome appearance, and she couldn't help but talk more, "I don't know the outsiders, Rui Rui. Every year in Sichuan, many people get married during the Qiqiao Festival, and three days before the festival, there will be a puppet sedan tour of the city, the scene is so spectacular, how many people from other places come to hear the news, of course the inn can’t accommodate them!”

"Lord Mo Feng, stay here." Feng Ye tugged at the man's sleeve, with a serious expression on his face, "One room is one room, and there are two big men, and I won't eat you."

As soon as Feng Ye finished speaking, his favorability value, which had been silent for a long time, plummeted by 10 points.

The young man's face darkened, and he heard the sound of cracking in his head, not a description, but a real crack.

Something flickered in front of his eyes, and the unknown black and white value bar that had been quietly standing next to the favorability value suddenly changed, and the value below was no longer three question marks, but the number 5.

"What is this?" Feng Ye asked the system.

001 loaded for about ten seconds, "Report Colonel, this is the new function of Eden, the blackening value bar. You can read this progress bar to understand the emotional changes of the simulated object in real time. If the blackening value reaches 100, it is considered a mission failure. .”

"Oh." Unexpectedly by the system, Feng Ye didn't complain about it, he just glanced at Mo Qingai with a frosty face, and nodded.

Feng Ye had long felt that Eden's bullshit treatment plan had ulterior motives, and that if he changed the method to make the treatment more difficult, even a ghost could figure out something was wrong.

But blackening—he raised his eyes to stare at the back of Mo Qingai who put the silver and was about to go upstairs—he is really curious about what kind of darkening this kind of cold and righteous character will be...

"Come up." Mo Qingai tilted her head, without any emotion in her eyes.

Feng Ye was really displeased with this person's behavior, "What can you do to me if I don't go?"

The man stared at Moxiu's red eyes and sneered, turned around and left. Three steps later, Feng Ye was pushed up with a bang, his nose almost hit the guardrail of the stairs.

Mo Qingai dodged nimbly, and the young man didn't even touch his sleeve when he bumped into it.

Feng Ye waited fiercely for the unfeeling man in front of him, thinking that you will be finished sooner or later, I, Colonel Feng, have never failed to chase anyone!

Naturally, there was only one bed in the room.

Feng Ye stared at Mo Qingai and raised his eyebrows, only to see the man's thin lips parted slightly, "You sleep on the floor."

"Hey, Peak Lord Mo, I will do my best to extradite the demon for you, and you're doing this to me?" Feng Ye's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

After all, it was the first time that he spent the night at Teacher Yao's house, and Yao Zhibei let him sleep on the bed and sleep on the sofa by himself. Why are they all one soul, and there is such a big difference in getting along!

Mo Qingai carried out her ruthlessness to the end, "You don't have to sleep."

"..." Feng Ye rolled his eyes, thinking that I'm going to bed in the middle of the night anyway, so I'll just give you hi now.

Mo Qingai, who has been innocent all her life and basically never interacted with other creatures, naturally didn't know what Feng Ye was thinking at this time, so she meditated on the couch all afternoon.

Feng Ye was bored in the room, and couldn't stay three steps away from the man, so he could only stare at him. His gaze moved from the hairline to Mo Qingai's eyelashes in the end.

"Hey." Feng Ye finally couldn't help but stepped forward and poked the opponent's face, and the next second, his wrist was twisted through the handkerchief.

"Pain Pain Pain Pain..."

Mo Qingai slowly lifted her eyelashes, her expression was so cold that she almost turned Feng Ye into an ice sculpture on the spot.

"What do you do?" he asked.

"Eat, Peak Lord, you're so busy thinking about practicing kung fu that I'm going to starve to death." Feng Ye managed to break free from the other party's hold, and found that his wrist was instantly blue.

"Bigu." Mo Qingai said concisely.

"No." Feng Ye resolutely refused.

"Aren't you a Mahayana demon cultivator?" The man frowned.

"Of course I am." Feng Ye said, "Who said that you can't eat during the Mahayana period? You cultivators have worked so hard to become immortals and cut off all emotions and desires. Isn't it lifeless to live like this?"

"Cultivation is not for becoming an immortal." Mo Qingai interrupted, "It is for attaining the Tao."

Feng Ye clicked his tongue like a toothache, "Okay, okay, then I wish you, Peak Master Mo, to ascend to heaven as soon as possible, and Moxiu will be able to eat when I fall into trouble."

Mo Qingai was completely speechless and said after a long time, "You eat by yourself."

"No money." Feng Ye spread his hands, "Master Mo Feng, if you cancel the three-step restriction, I will feel more comfortable."

Mo Qingai raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then threw the money bag in his arms into his hands, and broke the spell with a wave.

At this moment, Feng Ye asked again, "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away."

"You can run if you can."

Well, it is impossible to run, not to mention the mission, even if he really escaped, he would be caught in half an hour with his skills fully sealed.

Feng Ye went downstairs and ordered half a roast goose, a plate of wild vegetables and a pot of wine, and sat by the window.

"Hey, you don't know, the puppet figures of the Wang family in the south of the city are now in line for three months, not to mention that the Qiqiao Festival is coming soon, and the price has skyrocketed." The people at the next table were discussing something.

As soon as Feng Ye heard the puppet, he listened attentively.

The man stretched out four fingers, "That's the price! It's enough for me to buy ten Jiangnan silk clothes for my wife!"

"Hey, if someone else is famous and skilled, it's worth it." Another person said, "I want my son to learn this, but others don't charge, and they don't agree to the tuition fee. Please come in even if it’s a tipping fee!”

"Tsk tsk tsk... I have a relative who ordered this done at his house. I went to see it at the time. It was so majestic. It was all done one by one according to the looks of the bride and groom. Even the hair was stitched one by one. It’s sewn on, that’s amazing craftsmanship! It’s really a talent!” The person in front took a sip of his wine, “It’s very similar, but I can’t take a closer look, it’s scary after a long time.”

He stroked his hands and sighed, "Are you afraid that there are two dummies in your house who look exactly like you and your wife?"

"It's true what you said, but the effect of praying for blessings is good. Zheng Gong spent [-] gold to make ten pairs. In the second year, he made a fortune and became an official. You said that this is not magical! "

……

It seems that this thing is really amazing.

Feng Ye drank the last sip of wine, threw down the money, left the inn, and walked towards the south of the city that the two of them talked about.

Go and see if the Wang family's craftsmanship is as amazing as the rumors say.

But he hadn't walked out of the street when his eyes suddenly blurred, and a man in a white robe stood in front of him.

"Master Mo, are you so nervous about me?" Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, and looked at Mo Qingai in front of him with a cynical smile.

"Go back." Mo Qingai still looked like an iceberg with a paralyzed face.

Feng Ye sighed, stopped teasing him, and told the news that he just heard at the inn in detail.

Mo Qingai looked at the young man, but found no trace of lying on his face.

He paused, and said, "Go again tomorrow, with me."

He brought Feng Ye, who was running around, back to the inn, and added a three-step restriction again.