Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 128: Dog-crawling provocation

"My friend Fang and I captured a living puppet. Before we could investigate, it exploded, leaving only the puppet's crystal."

Fang Xiaoliang: "This puppet is a resident of the city. He was turned into a puppet not long ago. When he was found, his relatives had already been killed."

"Moreover, the puppet is very concealed and looks almost the same as a living person. If Fellow Daoist Fang hadn't sensed that something was wrong with the puppet, he might have let it run away."

Liu Jiqian took the crystal from Xiao Mo's hand, looked at it carefully, and his expression was solemn.

"According to what you said, plus this crystal stone, it is definitely Qu Yanhui's work - only he would use this kind of high-level puppet material in this way."

Xiao Mo: "After the puppet exploded, you couldn't find its whereabouts. Qu Yanhui is hiding behind the scenes and it is really hard to find him. This crystal may be useless."

Yan Qingshu: "Then how do we distinguish between living puppets and living puppets?" It smells like a fake human.

Liu Jiqian: "No matter how real a puppet is, it has flaws. Whether it is a low-level puppet or a high-level puppet, their eyes will have lines when they are operating, especially when the puppet is operating spiritual power, it will be very obvious."

Lu Wensheng's focus was different: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, when you found the living puppet, what was the puppet doing?"

Fang Xiaoliang: "I remember I was burying something."

Xiao Mo: "Yes, it was in a relatively remote alley, but we were so busy chasing the puppet that we rushed back after getting the crystal stone, and we didn't have time to see - did Brother Lu find anything?"

"It's not a discovery. I'm just curious about the purpose of Qu Yanhui using puppets... Where is the alley? Can you take me to see it?"

There were almost no people in the alley. A string of broken lanterns hung from the eaves. The bluestone tiles on the roof were clearly covered with traces of wind and rain. A few dead grasses grew between the tiles. The old white bricks were stained with dirt.

Green bricks with chipped corners, window frames covered with cracks, green paint with peeling and peeling...an old tree with who knows how many growth rings it has, half of its body embedded in the wall, its crown like a huge open umbrella, covering two roofs and blocking the moonlight - which in turn creates a chilly feeling.

Lu Wensheng, who was walking in the front, calmly slowed down his pace and walked among the crowd - for the dignity of the chief of the Discipline Hall! He absolutely could not show his weakness!

Liu Jiqian glanced at the dark alley and Lu Wensheng who was pretending to be calm, and chuckled.

Lu Wensheng vaguely heard laughter and looked at Liu Jiqian, only to see that he had already turned around and spoken to Xiao Mo.

"I'll follow you to take a look ahead."

"Okay, Brother Liu, please come this way."

Lu Wensheng touched the back of his head, wondering if he was hallucinating.

The alley is lined with dilapidated courtyard walls, some of which are covered with dense, dry ivy vines, looking a bit eerie under the narrow shadows.

A pit had been dug at the place where Xiao Mo and Fang Xiaoliang talked about. The things inside had probably been taken away, but there was a note underneath.

Liu Jiqian frowned as he looked at the note. The others thought it might be some important information, so they gathered around. Then, everyone looked at the confusing words and fell into deep thought.

It turns out that I was not shocked by the content, but by the ugly handwriting.

Liu Jiqian closed his eyes, feeling attacked by the words. He had never seen such ugly words in his life, so he simply gave the note to Lu Wensheng.

Lu Wensheng squinted his eyes, thinking that he might have held the paper in the wrong direction, so he turned the paper several times. Even so, he could not figure out what the hieroglyphics that were twisted like earthworms meant.

Lu Wensheng even began to doubt himself: Could it be that this was a unique writing system from some place that did not belong to the world of cultivation, so he couldn't understand it?

Fang Xiaoliang: "My handwriting looks better when I use my claws." How can human beings write such ugly words?

Yan Qingshu: "Uh...how should I put it? My eyes feel like they are being tortured by the words."

Tang He: "The handwriting is so ugly, can't he find another way to leave the message?"

As a medical practitioner, Gu Jinzhi, who was good at writing abstract characters, was able to recognize a few words.

"Are the last four words 'nothing more'?"

Yan Qingshu: "Is this word twisted like ramen noodles the word '不'?! Does the person who wrote it have Parkinson's disease?!" The connecting strokes are all blurred. If you know it's the word '不', you would think it means "Xiao Ming carelessly spilled the ink. Please restore the answer under the ink according to the question."

Ning Rongrong: "What do you mean it's just like this?"

Wei Xun: "This word is '士', right?"

Yan Qingshu: "It is possible that it is the word 'earth'."

Wei Xun pointed to the word before "nothing more than that" - this word has few strokes and is easy to recognize considering the possible context.

As for the part before the character "士", everyone automatically skips it and reads forward.

However, in front of the lump is still a lump, no, there are two lump.

Everyone: Skip, skip.

Ji Yanli: "This should be 'you guys'."

Yan Qingshu: "So it means 'You XXX scholars are nothing but this'?"

Reading a piece of paper is like solving a decipher. Everyone feels like a lot of brain cells are dying and it is very tiring.

Gu Jinzhi: "'You cultivators are nothing but this'?"

Xiao Mo: “It’s possible.”

Tang He: "No matter what it is, the meaning is almost the same. Just grasp the key points." Senior Brother Lu told them to get the key points every day, and he remembered them!

"Then the last line probably means 'You monks are nothing but this', anyway it's mocking us."

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly realized: Oh, it turns out that the content of the note was a provocation to them - as for the lumps in front, everyone chose not to look at them, to avoid torturing their eyes and not being able to see anything.

Normally, they should be angry when being mocked by the other party, but for some reason they couldn't be angry and even felt like laughing.

Yan Qingshu: "They say that a person's handwriting reflects his personality. Is this brother also quite abstract?"

Tang He didn't know what abstract meant, but he vaguely understood what Yan Qingshu meant and agreed.

"Maybe? There are so many ways to leave a message, why choose to write?"

Lu Wensheng: “That’s it.” If they continued talking, they would be off topic. Did they forget what they were going to do?

"No need to look, let's go back. There are no traces of spiritual power around, so we can only passively wait for their actions." Fang Xiaoliang had already turned around, feeling a little irritated, and ruffled his hair.

The enemy is in the open and I am in the dark - the thing about puppeteers is that they are very troublesome, especially the powerful ones. They are very timid and can use puppets to cover up their own actions. Unless there are special reasons, no one wants to deal with a puppeteer.

A skylark stood on a branch, taking it all in. Its round eyes had the texture of glass beads. It waited until everyone left before spreading its wings and flying into the sky.

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