sbdcsierra Chapter 358 This time he should be completely dead, right?
Chapter 358 This time he should be completely dead, right?
The dozen or so puppets were quickly destroyed by Long Chuqing and his group.
When they gathered the puppet's remains together and set them on fire, an unexpected situation occurred: the threads that had disappeared reappeared.
In an instant, whether it was the grinning head that rolled to the side, or the broken limbs and torso, they ignored the burning flames and the physical destruction, and were pulled back by countless threads, trembling violently in the firelight.
Like rivers flowing into the sea, they tried to reassemble the pile of shattered puppet remains.
As the wreckage continued to pile up, a series of teeth-grinding sounds of wood rubbing together, squeezing, and crackling from burning embers mingled together.
In the blink of an eye, a monster suddenly appeared before them, forcibly squeezed and pieced together from countless puppet fragments.
Its body looked abnormally twisted and bizarre, with various broken limbs, distorted and grotesque faces, and burning wood still emitting thick smoke, like a moving garbage mountain, or a demon full of resentment.
On the broken puppet faces, a faint, eerie green phosphorescence simultaneously ignited in the previously empty eye sockets.
The flames on the puppet's body danced wildly in the wind, and everyone retreated.
"How...how could this happen?"
King Xuan exclaimed in amazement, "It's so badly damaged, yet it can still move. It's truly a monster!"
This was his first time encountering something so illogical, and up close at that; it was undeniably thrilling.
At the same time, they were also worried about how to deal with this burning behemoth.
The puppet before them had transformed into a flaming monster, the heat making it impossible for them to get close. If the puppet attacked, they could only try to dodge, unable to get close enough to fight back.
"You...die..."
"Roar……"
The puppet monster's resentful voice rang out as it swung its burning arms and attacked them.
"Your Highness, be careful of the flames."
Qingying and the other guards stood in front of Xiao Han and Xuan Wang, and the group retreated to stay away from the puppet's attack range.
"boom--"
Just then, Long Chuqing raised the phoenix feather whip in her hand and lashed it fiercely at the huge wooden puppet.
"Snap—Sizzle—"
The feathered blades, imbued with spiritual power, were unleashed at full force, frantically slicing through the puppet's body from top to bottom, causing everything in their path to crumble and break apart.
The puppet's newly formed body was destroyed again by Long Chuqing's two or three whips, and wood chips, emitting flames and thick smoke, fell down in a flurry.
With the help of the phoenix feather's spiritual power, Long Chuqing quickly drew a demon-suppressing talisman, completely shattering its hope of resurrection.
Qingying murmured in admiration, "Miss Long is truly remarkable."
As the flames blazed down the street, everything from tattered costumes and severed limbs to faces with eerie smiles slowly turned to ashes...
They should be completely dead this time, right?
Suburban—
At the foot of a remote mountain sits a small, dilapidated rammed earth house.
The room was covered in cobwebs and dust. Inside was a wooden bed with a dusty table in front of it. In the corner were some pieces of wood and a set of woodworking tools, all now covered in dust, clearly untouched for a long time.
At this moment, a dozen or so charred wooden puppets were neatly arranged on the square table, while a hunched figure sat on the bed.
The man's face was covered with the wrinkles of time, and beneath a wide black robe was a emaciated body, a fact discernible from his bare, skin-and-bones hands.
His long, gray hair, as withered as straw, was disheveled and covered most of his face, revealing only a gloomy, lifeless eye and a dry, bloodless mouth with loose skin.
A pair of resentful eyes stared through his withered hair at the charred wooden puppets in front of him, and a layer of black, cold, deathly aura lingered around him.
"Damn it, damn it..."
A hoarse, angry voice came from beneath the black robe. The voice was dry, cold, and somewhat wooden, devoid of any warmth that belonged to a living person.
He cried out in resentment, "Ah... how dare they destroy my puppet! How despicable!"
Before he finished speaking, the withered hands beneath the wide sleeves suddenly opened, their movements stiff and creaking like those of a puppet on strings.
But the hands that had just been raised fell limply back down, as if all their strength had been used up.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
He was breathing heavily, his breaths low and hoarse, and he looked like he was in great pain, as if he was about to run out of breath at any moment.
However, this is indeed the case.
As the pile of small wooden puppets on the table turned to ashes one by one, his hunched body withered away little by little, his breathing grew weaker and weaker, and he slowly stopped breathing.
As the last trace of black death energy disappeared, his withered skin began to weather away, followed by his skeleton.
Finally, the large black robe lost all support and fell onto the wooden bed...
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Shunhong Inn was bustling with noise early in the morning.
A group of menacing officials barged into the inn without saying a word, shouting that they wanted to arrest the man who had beaten the magistrate's son in the restaurant the night before.
The reason no one was sent to make the arrest last night was twofold: firstly, Magistrate Hu found the weather too cold and was unwilling to go out; secondly, the officials in the yamen had already finished their duties, and it would take quite a while to gather them all together, which was rather troublesome.
He was never a conscientious and responsible official; he was used to being lazy. Even after hearing that his son had been beaten, he was only angry at the time, but he was unwilling to go out on official business in the cold of night.
Moreover, after learning that Xiao Han and his group had already checked into the inn, and thinking that they would not leave under the cover of night, they abandoned their plan to capture them at night and decided to wait until the next morning to make their move.
This morning, we sent people to the inn to investigate and found that they had indeed not left. Only then did we send people to arrest them.
The innkeeper, seeing that it was the government arresting people, naturally dared not stop them.
Clearly, someone had already come to investigate the situation, and the officials went straight to the second floor after entering the inn.
"Stop... What do you want?"
The person on duty was Yu Hui, the personal bodyguard of King Xuan. He stood at the top of the stairs, blocking the group of officials from entering.
The guest rooms on the second floor had all been booked by Prince Xuan, and since there were no outsiders, Yu Hui naturally wouldn't let them go up.
The leading officer placed his hand on the sword at his waist and shouted sternly, "Are you tired of living? How dare you obstruct the officials from carrying out their duties? If you know what's good for you, get out of my way right now, or I'll definitely charge you with obstructing official business."
Hu Guangyan's henchman stepped forward to remind him: "Officer Liu, this kid is in cahoots with the group that beat up the young master."
"What?" Officer Liu ordered, "Since they're all in the same group, arrest them all together."
Yu Hui frowned upon hearing this: This group of people came to disturb their masters' rest so early in the morning! They're simply asking for trouble.
"A bunch of reckless fools, who gave you the guts to arrest people?"
Yu Hui roared and kicked Liu, the head constable, in the chest from his superior position.
"Boom-"
Officer Liu was kicked hard and fell backward, almost tumbling down the stairs. Fortunately, the constable behind him was steady enough to catch him in time.
Officer Liu clutched his chest and cursed, "Damn it, you little brat, you're asking for it! Grab him!"
Let him lose face in front of his subordinates. Once we catch him, we'll teach him a lesson he won't forget.
Upon seeing this, the other officers rushed forward.
When Qingying and the other guards heard the commotion, they rushed over. Upon learning that the government was coming to arrest someone, they were immediately enraged. They were angry that the government had come to cause trouble so early in the morning. They felt they should be given a good beating.
Finally, after damaging a table and five chairs in the inn, they knocked all the officials down.
Those officials arrived with such ease, but fled the inn in such a sorry state.