The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

The red puppet threads were flying around him, and under the illumination of the blood, his black clothes also turned dark red. In the old man's eyes, he looked like an evil ghost coming out of hell to claim his life.

The old man backed away in fear, tripped over the stool behind him, and looked at him with horror.

"Xiaoyi, no. I am your master, you can't kill me."

Nan Zhiyi smiled and tilted her head, looking puzzled.

"What are you talking about, Master? I am your favorite disciple.

How could I bear to kill you?

I just want to make your wish come true!

Didn’t you say that I have the best talent? You have already demonstrated it to me once, and I will definitely do better. "

"How dare you, you piece of trash, if I hadn't picked you up and taught you some skills, you would have starved to death.

Not only are you ungrateful, but you also want to kill your master. You deserve to be struck by lightning, you will die a miserable death..."

When the old man heard his words, he was so frightened that the two of them started swearing at each other, trying to use this method to drive away the fear in their hearts.

“But Master, I originally had parents who loved me and cared for me. It was you who killed them, and that’s why I was sold to a place like that.

And I was already dead when you buried the puppet thread into my flesh, so what's the point of you saying this?"

Nan Zhiyi tilted her head and looked at him innocently and simply, smiling faintly, but it made people inexplicably frightened.

"Just wait, my senior brother will avenge me, he won't let you go."

The old man struggled frantically, trying to escape, but he forgot that this dark room was a cage he had deliberately created, and no one could leave unless the Puppet King appeared.

Nan Zhiyi moved his mind and controlled the puppet threads to transform into sharp blades, instantly cutting wounds on his limbs.

And pulled the puppet thread prepared beside him into his body.

The rough puppet threads rushed in madly, and the old man could no longer bear it and fainted.

Nan Zhiyi squatted down with a smile, gently stroked his wound, which healed quickly, then picked him up from the ground, placed him on the old man’s favorite recliner in the dark room, and straightened the blanket for him.

His eyes were full of tenderness and admiration, as if the old man was just sleeping like usual.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and laughed foolishly, which became louder and louder, and more and more crazy.

Even the doll in the cabinet next to it seemed to be infected and laughed the same weirdly.

The villa was suddenly quiet, with no sign of life, only strange laughter echoing.

The old man had a senior brother who had always disapproved of the old man's behavior. He thought that sealing a living person's soul inside a body to make a puppet was against the will of heaven, so he kept persuading the old man.

I am researching how to turn puppets into humans and use them for my own purposes.

But it is not that easy to make a dead object come alive. It is just stuffing a human soul into a doll. It is hard to say which one is nobler than the other.

If the original owner had heard the puppet's voice, he would have collapsed to the ground in fear.

But this time it was Nan Zhiyi, the big devil who had experienced the same incident.

He just stood up with a faint smile, picked up the puppet, crushed it, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it twice.

In the darkness, a ghostly figure kept moving around, locking onto Nan Zhiyi with strong murderous intent.

"You dare to hurt my junior brother, Huaixi, kill him for me."

The old man's voice fell.

A familiar soul fluctuation carrying a strong murderous intent attacked Nan Zhiyi.

Nan Zhiyi lightly stepped back to avoid the fierce attack, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, continuing to sneak in the dark night.

The emotionless puppet kept chasing behind him, his hands turned into saws, and he kept raising them high to chop at the obstacles, sending fragments flying everywhere.

He watched the puppet's ruthless attack with amusement, circling the pillar and staring into his cold and lifeless eyes, and in the blink of an eye it was a mile away.

The broken fragments of the pillar scratched his cheek, leaving a bloody mark. He reached out to touch the wound, put the bloody finger in his mouth and sucked it.

The wound disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. He flashed and appeared behind the puppet, pushed him, and disappeared again.

He doesn't like to stay where he is and bet on whether others will go against their instincts to win him over because of love.

Because his love is crazy and aggressive. When I love you and you don’t love me, I will do everything I can to tie you up, imprison you, and force you to fall in love with me.

If that doesn't work, then I will kill you. It's suicide. I won't allow you to not love yourself.

The so-called forbearance and restraint are not in his dictionary.

The red puppet threads kept shuttling through the night sky, capturing the flying puppet in the darkness.

It penetrated into the gaps in the doll without any holes.

A muffled sound sounded.

The two of them attacked from both sides, and the puppet's sharp blade spun rapidly, cutting off the hair beside Nan Zhiyi's cheek. It was entangled by thousands of puppet threads and stopped in front of him, unable to move forward even an inch.

The old man behind him had the poisonous blood-colored puppet thread pierced through his chest. He looked at Nan Zhiyi unwillingly, cut the thread and fled into the distance.

How could the fragile puppet thread possibly bind the puppet and be cut by the high-speed rotating blade made of meteorite?

It's just that his master doesn't want to break free.

Nan Zhiyi watched the puppet's eyes tremble woodenly for a moment, then recover with amusement.

The slightly cool fingers lightly touched the puppet's forehead, and the puppet fell down.

Nan Zhiyi smiled with satisfaction and held the doll in her arms, tracing his eyes and eyebrows with affection, then walked towards her bedroom.

On the second day, as soon as the doll opened its eyes, it saw the man holding up his face and looking at it tenderly. After pursing his lips for a while, he still called out that name.

"Morning, Master."

"Ah."

Seeing the person opposite him smiling even happier, the confusion in his heart dissipated a lot.

How could puppetry work on a doll without a soul? However, neither of them intended to expose it.

The puppet looked at the red lines on Nan Zhiyi's body, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he felt a heartache that he himself didn't even notice.

Unconsciously, she reached out and gently touched the red mark on his neck.

"Master, do you want some medicine?"

Nan Zhiyi smiled gently, held his hand, kissed it softly, and shook her head.

After all, the wound had already healed, and the red mark only represented the existence of the puppet thread, which could not be eliminated.

"You are my puppet from now on." Nan Zhiyi looked at him seriously and said.

The puppet nodded mechanically, stood up with a clicking sound, and looked around to see if it could help in any way.

"Let's go. I'll take you to the town today to find a mechanic to help you repair it."

Nan Zhiyi stood up and pushed open the door of the manor, only to see a luxurious pumpkin carriage already waiting outside.

"There are new prey in the fairytale town. The princesses and princes have been waiting for a long time. Let's go and join their carnival..."