Huh? Is it so easy to increase the male lead's favorability?

"Master Wen, how is it?"

The man looked at Wen Jin and smiled softly.

Wen Jin looked at him coldly and asked straight to the point, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the man burst into laughter and clapped his hands while laughing: "Haha...hahahaha..."

"Master Wen has been imprisoned, and you still think you are the master of the peak?"

"The news of your private puppet making has spread out. Even if I die here, you won't live long." Wen Jin smiled at the man with cold eyes, and he was worried for a long time.

"I'm dead..." The man stopped clapping, and his voice became sharper: "I'm dead! There will be thousands and thousands of me standing up!"

His finger pointed at Wen Jin, then moved to Ji Yunmiao, then to Xie Chengfeng, and then turned around and pointed at Lu Qingzhi from a distance.

He spat fiercely: "And you guys!"

He leaned towards Wen Jin, then disappeared in front of Wen Jin in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already leaning in front of Xie Chengfeng: "He is really dead——"

He dragged out the ending sound very long, and the weird feeling was infinitely magnified.

Wen Jin was startled by his head suddenly approaching. The pattern on the mask revealed a gloomy and terrifying aura. She suppressed her heart that was about to jump out of her mouth and showed a very interested look on her face: "You are not a puppet, why are you different from us?"

“Haha…” The man laughed softly again: “Millions of me are moving forward according to the will of the Lord! How can you, a bunch of useless monks with no ambitions, understand!”

He stepped away from Xie Chengfeng, opened his hands and raised them high: "Great Lord! I will become a grain of sand in your consciousness!"

How come you're going crazy...

Wen Jin's heartbeat slowly calmed down, and her mind couldn't help but think of the cult believers in her world.

Perhaps he felt that his plan was about to succeed, the man's tone was filled with excitement, and after being asked a few questions by Wen Jin, he started to talk more.

"You don't believe in puppets, you completely deny the companionship of puppet relatives, and you kill the families of countless people!"

"Hypocritical! Pretentious! Disgusting!"

"And the Lord leads us to learn the great art of puppetry!"

"Puppetry..." he said, his tone becoming intoxicated: "To fulfill all human wishes..."

"Lost relatives...profits within easy reach...untold treasures and beauties..."

He came closer again: "Have you ever seen the monks struggling and begging for mercy while soaking in the medicine? The water splashed on the faces of the monks around them... the cycle repeats... their skin becomes as hard as a copper wall... dogs at the mercy of others... beauties lying at their feet, wagging their tails and begging for mercy..."

Wen Jin felt nauseous when he heard this.

The man stretched out his hand, wearing a thick black glove, and lifted Wen Jin's chin.

Wen Jin turned his head away without any hesitation.

"Master Wen..." The man's tone was suggestive: "If a beauty like Master Wen died here, I would be heartbroken."

As he said this, he covered his heart as if he was really heartbroken.

"If a beauty like Master Wen Feng was refined into that kind of special puppet..." Under the mask, the man couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips: "I wonder what it would be like to look so pitiful with tearful eyes..."

He looked back at Lu Qingzhi who was still being held down not far away, and his tone was even more excited: "You two sound good together?"

"I wonder if they were sisters..."

He didn't continue speaking, but he could already hear the obscene laughter of other normal monks around him.

Ji Yunmiao's fingers moved, but the puppet monk holding him did not notice.

Wen Jin gritted his teeth: Endure it? Don't endure it? If she endures it, what else can she ask?

She took one look at the crazy person in front of her and felt there was nothing she could ask him.

Wen Jin thought it over and was about to give the man in front of him a talisman he had just drawn to try out, but he saw Xie Chengfeng, who was drooping his head, stand up.

"You!" Xie Chengfeng instantly shook away the puppets surrounding him, and the pressure of the fusion period was immediately unleashed!

The usually calm and composed person now glared at the man.

A palm wind was swung towards the man!

Xie Chengfeng's peripheral vision followed the palm wind and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the monks who were still smiling just now - eh? Why did they all fall down?

"Senior Brother, you're a little slow." Ji Yunmiao's voice came faintly.

He took off the Immortal Binding Rope, rubbed his wrist, and raised his hand to summon back the black gold sword that had fallen in the private room on the second floor.

Before Xie Chengfeng's palm wind arrived, the man's body suddenly went limp.

Wen Jin immediately followed, shook off the monks around him, and threw out a few talismans with his backhand, which stuck firmly on the bodies of the poisoned people.

Lu Qingzhi touched her sleeve and crushed the sound transmission talisman attached to the inside of her sleeve. She immediately flew to the door of the huddled disciples of Piaomiao Yinque.

The Lingbao harp was summoned by flipping his hand, and his fingertips touched the strings.

The people who were planning to escape during the chaos were suddenly frozen in place.

In just a few breaths, except for the puppets who lost their commands and didn't know what to do, the relationship between the knife and the fish was reversed!

Wen Jin walked up to the unconscious man and unceremoniously stuck a talisman on him.

The combination of the Ten Thousand Ants Heart-Eating Talisman and the Itch Talisman, I wonder what effect it will have?

I'm afraid he will wake up soon?

With a mocking expression on his face, Wen Jin kicked the man still lying on the ground.

The hood was pulled down by Xie Chengfeng, and the mask soon left the man's face.

Xie Chengfeng frowned and stepped away from the man. Everyone's eyes were focused on the man's face.

What kind of face is this?

It can't be said to be ugly or good-looking. An ordinary face without any memorable features appeared in front of everyone.

It's the kind of face that would disappear if thrown into a crowd of people.

Everyone has his or her own characteristics to a greater or lesser extent, but this person does not have them.

This inevitably reminds people of what he just said: "If one of me dies, there will be thousands and thousands of me standing up."

Combined with what he said later, Wen Jin originally thought that the "thousands and millions of me" he mentioned referred to those who helped their lord. However, when this face appeared in front of Wen Jin, her previous speculation seemed to be shaky in her heart.

"Take them back first." Xie Chengfeng waved to the disciples behind him, and groups of three or four people flew over and picked up the normal cultivators who were knocked down by Ji Yunmiao.

"Watch this one alone, and interrogate him first when we get back." Xie Chengfeng kicked the man and instructed the disciple who was walking over.

The ordinary disciples controlled by Lu Qingzhi looked at Wen Jin and others with horror. The tokens they had just received in their hands seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and became as hot as red-hot iron. They were now thrown casually at their feet.

It stands to reason that so many of them could not be easily suppressed by Lu Qingzhi alone, but for some reason, the spiritual energy in their dantian seemed to be trapped and could not be raised at all. Even the talisman practitioners among them could not throw out any useful talismans without being able to raise their spiritual power.

But Lu Qingzhi knew that it was the medicine that Ji Yunmiao had sprinkled in advance that took effect.

"Lock him up." Xie Chengfeng just gave this side a look and continued to order his subordinates.

As for those puppets standing still at the moment...

"Take it back to Fuyao Peak."