puppeteer

【twelve】

Li Mu felt as if roots had taken root under his feet, and he couldn't move an inch.

The palm was pressed tightly against the rough wooden door, the white fingertips were cut by sharp wooden thorns, and sticky blood flowed down the dusty door.

As if he didn't realize it, his eyes were fixed on the vague outline in the dark room, and he tightened his fingers hard.

The sharp barbs tore at the flesh and embedded deeper.

But it was far from the bitterness and pain in my heart.

Li Mu took half a step forward, feeling that his soul was being pulled by a thousand weights and fell into the abyss. Countless bleak vengeful spirits greedily waited for his arrival.

Among the countless blurred and distorted gray faces, he saw that familiar figure.

His thin body was hunched, and his blood-stained hands were holding the torn head. The dripping blood dripped from his fingertips, leaving crimson pits on the dusty ground. The pool of blood gradually expanded, almost completely engulfing the child's figure.

Li Mu's throat was blocked, he was gasping for breath, and uttered hoarse words with difficulty:

"……together"

He couldn't go on.

Vivid and vivid memories instantly engulfed him, and countless dusty memories flooded into it.

Qi family.

... ten years ago.

The emperor of the previous dynasty was tyrannical and crazy, fatuous and credulous, he killed the entire Qi family just because of the villain's slander, and ransacked his entire family.

The underage son of the Qi family was at the critical moment of life and death, evil forces invaded his body, became obsessed, and disappeared after violently slaughtering the field.

Seeing this atrocity, the people who have been tortured by the cruel rule for more than ten years finally couldn't bear it. Many families headed by the Li family turned against each other in anger.

The Li family and the Qi family have intersected from generation to generation, and they are both families of martial arts. The ancestral exercises are one clean and peaceful, and the other violent and violent. They complement each other and complement each other.

And according to the old piece of paper attached to the end of the secret book, the secret book that Li Mu handed over to the puppet master is a branch of his own practice. Its main function is to smooth the meridians and calm the mania. The secret book was specially written to appease the members of the Qi family's runaway skills, and with the passage of time and the demise of the Qi family, this book of cheats gradually became dusty and was finally forgotten.

The truth seemed to be coming out.

Li Mu panted heavily, the dry air flowed in quickly, scratching his fragile throat, his voice was hoarse and broken, but he finally squeezed the complete words out of his throat, and slid down the tongue to his lips On the other side, the heavy syllables smashed into the dark and gloomy wooden house, engulfed by the surging smell of blood:

"... Qi Ming."

He took a step inward, crossed the dividing line between light and dark, and plunged into the dull darkness in the room where almost no light could penetrate without hesitation.

The smell of blood became stronger.

No one responded.

Li Mu's steps were steady and slow, and he walked straight to the corner of the room, his eyes were dim, as if he saw nothing in the darkness.

His voice calmed down, with a gentle reassurance: "...Let me help you."

In the darkness, the thin red thread as hard as iron and sharp as a blade flew out quickly, and rolled up Li Mu's throat in the blink of an eye. The sharp thread cut the skin on his neck, and the blood thread burst open. Following the red line, Li Mu's face flushed from suffocation, but there was a little paranoid light in his dark eyes.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand with some difficulty, and slowly grasped the slender but dangerous thread.

The fragile palm was scratched by a sharp line, surging out from between the fingers, blood drops dripping into the dust in the darkness.

——The neck of the head was bloody and bloody, and the pale green face was covered with blood stains and messy hair, only half of the pale and bleeding chin was exposed.

Blood spilled from the child's tiny hands and dripped into the dust.

The young Li Mu who sneaked out stood in the distance, staring tremblingly at the execution ground that was like a purgatory on earth, the scarlet blood burned deeply on his eyeballs like a branding iron, until the personal guards stretched out to block his eyes Covering it with his hand—covering the thin figure of a child hugging its mother's head in the distance.

The adult Li Mu gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand towards the figure curled up in the darkness, and tried his best to pass his pure and gentle skill along the silk thread, uttering words with difficulty and persistence:

"Let, me, help, you..."

The thread is slightly loose.

Li Mu seized the opportunity, exercised enough skill, tiptoed into the darkness, pressed the puppet master into his arms forcefully, and then pressed his palm against the puppet master's back—the heart that was almost pierced by the protruding curvature of his shoulder blades a pain.

Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes, gathered his mind, and sent his refined core skills to the heart of the person in his arms, gently smoothing out his chaotic meridians and the rampant and violent skills in them, bit by bit Soothe the fierce and raging evil energy in the opponent's body with the soft and water-like internal force.

Li Mu's complexion gradually turned pale, and a trace of scarlet blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his lips.

The puppet master tightened his arms, and there was infinite power in his thin arms, which almost cut off Li Mu's waist. Then he raised his head and bit Li Mu's neck forcefully.

The sharp teeth tore the fragile flesh, and warm blood gushed out along the damaged blood vessels, wetting the skirts of the two of them.

Li Mu couldn't help but "hissed", but his subordinates didn't stop sending internal energy for a moment.

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of dust spread in the dimly lit room, and the silence seemed to solidify the two embracing people into a permanent statue.

Even though Li Mu was hailed as a martial arts genius from the bottom up, he couldn't withstand the exhaustion of his internal energy for such a long time. He braced himself, lowered his head slowly, and gently branded the forehead of the man who had gradually calmed down in his arms. He kissed softly, then lost consciousness and fell into deep darkness.

【twelve】

Li Mu was awakened by the sunlight.

With some difficulty, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling a dull ache all over his body, and the remaining internal force in his dantian could barely protect his heart veins.

Li Mu blinked his sour eyes, and carefully looked at the room he was in.

The wooden house is very simple, with only a stone bed and a stone bench, and there are almost no traces of human life.

Li Muqiang propped himself up, and found that the sheets under him had been changed, and the bloodstains that should have been on the ground had also been cleaned up, which was beyond his expectation.

At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open with a creak.

The puppet master, no, Qi Ming, walked in with no expression on his face. He was still dressed in the usual red dress, with pale fingers that were thin and strong, holding a porcelain bowl with a broken edge.

He handed it to Li Mu and said coldly:

"Drinked."

The strong and bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine permeated the air.

Li Mu took the porcelain bowl flattered, and carefully sipped it, as if what he was drinking was not bitter medicinal liquid, but fine liquid from the palace.

Qi Mingju watched him condescendingly, with an unpredictable look in his black eyes, and suddenly asked without warning:

"why?"

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly became serious, he struggled to sit up, and grabbed Qi Min's cold fingers hanging by his side.

Qi Ming broke free quickly.

Li Mu was not depressed, but stared deeply into his eyes, and said seriously: "I like you, although you may not believe it, but I hope you will give me a chance to prove my heart."

Qi Ming frowned, and was about to say something, but Li Mu seemed to be keenly aware of his rejection and alienation, and quickly interrupted him:

"Furthermore, it is not a matter of a day or two for your evil spirits to invade your body and your skills to be chaotic. Afterwards, there is still a great risk of becoming obsessed. However, the skills I practice happen to be compatible with yours, and can just sort out your meridians. , to prevent accidents from happening, right?"

Qi Ming stared at him silently, his eyes as black as Youtan stayed on his pale face due to exhaustion for a second, and then moved away soundlessly.

As a warrior as well, he knew how pure the internal force Li Mu conveyed was, so he devoted himself almost without reservation.

He couldn't deny his wavering.

Li Mu raised his gauze-wrapped hand again and gently held Qi Ming's hand that was hanging by his side.

Qi Ming struggled, but in the end he still cared about the injury on his hand and didn't struggle.

The knuckles in his hand were cold and slender, like jade to the touch, Li Mu only felt sore in his chest, accompanied by a faint joy spreading.

"You agree?"

"……No."

"But you are not very opposed to it?"

"... If you talk too much, get out."

Li Mu closed his mouth, but there was a contented smile on the corners of his brows and lips, and his fingers carefully held Qi Ming's palm—as if he was holding the whole world.

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