The Demon and the Puppeteer

"I'm a bit like the non-poisonous ones. They can only move through the immortal stone fragments, and I can only move through the inner alchemy. The difference is that they lose their life if they lose the immortal stone fragments, and I won't die if I lose the inner alchemy, but I I can no longer control this body, nor can I use any spells, except for the soul, it is no different from an ordinary puppet."

"Is there any way to remove that gluttonous fruit seed?"

"I remember that the Demon Race has a family that makes good use of karmic fire. Burning with karmic fire can burn the seeds without damaging the inner alchemy, but I don't know if their family has continued to this day."

"How to find them? How about using Lu Sinian's intelligence network?"

"Lu Sinian can't be trusted. If we let him know that there are monsters in this world, maybe he will do something. Don't worry, officer, after I finish my walk, we will go find Song Xue."

Smoke gradually rose on the stage, with the huge full moon and the legendary Guanghan Palace in the background. The blue light was shining in the depths of the smoke. Yan Ziyu walked out slowly from the smog. Wide gown and deep sleeves—Alisa did not let Yan Ziyu wear the clothes she designed before, but designed another one after he tried the clothes, which combined the aesthetic characteristics of different periods of the ancients to create an untouchable Dusty delicate clothes.

Yan Ziyu walked out slowly, with a wide robe covering his feet, every step seemed to be stepping on the clouds, his eyes were high above, cold and indifferent, not eating the fireworks of the world, this is the fairy in Alisa's eyes, and Alisa specially designed it for Yan Ziyu. clothes.

I have to say that Alisa still has some eyesight. His puppet body is modeled after a fairy. How could you know that there is a demon soul in a fairy-like body?

Both the audience and the judges stared at Yan Ziyu with bated breath, afraid that what was in front of them was just a dream, as if the fairy in their eyes would ride away in the next moment.

Yan Ziyu has long been used to the amazement in the eyes of everyone, but this amazement points to the appearance of others, Yan Ziyu can't help but feel a little sad.

My physical body probably rotted 1000 years ago, and even if I could find a new physical body, it would not be as good as my real self.

After showing the clothes, they went back to the backstage, and the models behind the stage were waiting in line. Lu Sinian stared straight at Yan Ziyu. Yan Ziyu was about to walk over without squinting. He patted Yan Ziyu's shoulder, put his mouth close to Yan Ziyu's ear and whispered: "Does Han Jizhi know what you are? You alien..."

Yan Ziyu immediately reacted: "You found that Taoist priest?"

Lu Sinian sneered, but did not answer.

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Near noon, the late autumn sun finally played a role, making people feel a little bit of warmth. Han Jizhi and Yan Ziyu got off the car and walked into the Quisiva bar.

At this time, there were not many customers in the bar, the music was deafening, and the ambiguous light made people dizzy. Yan Ziyu stared curiously at the scantily clad dancer in the middle of the stage, and sighed: "No wonder the officials didn't let me come last time..."

Han Jizhi walked to the bar. The bartender was not Han Qian, but he was familiar with him. He had met him several times at Quisiva bar.

"Master, the boss is not here today."

"I'm not looking for uncle, where is Box 101?"

The bartender looked embarrassed.

Han Jizhi asked suspiciously, "I have an appointment with someone, why, can't you take me there?"

"Are you sure it's room 101?" The bartender seemed puzzled.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry and I'm too lazy to look for it. Take us there quickly."

The bartender scratched his head and made two phone calls but no one answered, so he took the two to the door of Box 101 and knocked on the door.

"Hey, come so fast." Song Xue opened the door, leaning lazily on the edge of the door, her hair was disheveled, her collar was slightly opened to reveal ambiguous lip marks, and a lewd aura came from the half-open door.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

"It's okay." Song Xue stared straight at Yan Ziyu, "Who is this?"

"My name is Yan Ziyu..."

"Xiaoxue, how long are you going to neglect me?" A man's dissatisfied voice came from inside the door.

Han Jizhi was slightly stunned, and turned to look at the bartender, who smiled awkwardly and slipped away.

"My uncle is in there?"

"Ah."

"Can we change places?"

"No, I need your uncle here, come in."

They exchanged glances with Yan Ziyu, Yan Ziyu nodded, and the two walked into the room. The room was in a mess, with beer bottles, fruit peels, and snack bags all over the floor. Han Qian was lying on the sofa with one foot hanging on the back of the sofa. The buttons of his shirt were fully unbuttoned, revealing his strong chest. He was shaking a beer bottle in his hand, humming in his mouth, and staring at the ceiling, obviously drunk.

"Xiaoxue, you finally paid attention to me..." Hearing the sound of closing the door, Han Qian looked at Han Jizhi and the others, thinking it was a hallucination, wiped his eyes, Han Jizhi called "Uncle", and heard the clear and clear voice familiar to his nephew , Han Qian picked out his ears, still thinking it was an auditory hallucination, Song Xue directly took a glass of water and poured it on Han Qian's face, Han Qian instantly woke up.

Quickly correcting his sitting posture and tidying up his appearance, Han Qian gave Han Jizhi a dry cough, and acted like an elder to Han Jizhi: "Jizhi, do you have anything to do with me?"

"...Actually, I came to find Officer Song."

"I see." Han Qian glanced at Song Xue, put on color-blind glasses, "Then I won't bother you."

Han Qian just got up and Song Xue stopped him: "You are also involved in it, it doesn't matter to listen."

"I don't remember what I was involved in." Han Qian sat down on the sofa and scratched his short chestnut hair.

Song Xue looked at Han Qian: "Don't you want to find the murderer who killed Cheng Lang?"

Han Qian paused, then leaned his back comfortably against the back of the sofa, stretched, and said casually, "Who is Cheng Lang?"

"Hehe." Song Xue smiled to herself, "Cheng Lang died in June this year, because the 'ghost' was involved and the police had to close the case hastily. Haven't you been investigating the details of the 'ghost' for the past few months? Why? , is there any result?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"No need to pretend, everyone here knows that you have customized Cheng Lang's real puppet, right, student Han?"

Han Jizhi nodded hesitantly: "How did Officer Song know?"

"Everyone is through the RAT intelligence network." Song Xue said briefly, and then said to Han Qian, "You don't need to guard against me, our goal is the same. Because my lover was also killed by a 'ghost'. "

Han Jizhi: "Who is Officer Song's lover?"

"You must know him, Zhao Huan."

"Cheng Lang corresponds to 'anger', the fragments of the fairy stone correspond to Fushi; Zhao Huan corresponds to 'fear', and the fragments of the fairy stone correspond to swallowing thieves..." Yan Ziyu excitedly transmitted to Han Jizhi, "Guys, as long as we go to the 'ghost' for a while You can get two pieces of fairy stones!"

"'Ghosts' may not be easy to leave, and besides, Ziyu, the gluttonous fruit seeds in your dantian have not been removed..." Han Jizhi worried, "Officer Song will not think that we are only here to investigate the real puppets, and the purpose of uncle is the same. That's why I let my uncle stay, so I can't talk about the gluttonous fruit seeds..."

"My goal is to subvert the entire 'Ghosts' organization. If Officer Song's goal is really the same as mine, it would be great to have Officer Song's help. But..." Han Qian looked at Han Jizhi who looked worried, "I Could it be that the nephew is also involved?"

"It's your nephew's good friend." Song Xue walked to Yan Ziyu's side, wrapped her arms around Yan Ziyu's chin abruptly, and put her hand into Yan Ziyu's mouth under the surprised eyes of Han Qian and Han Jizhi, stretching her weak and boneless hand It became thinner, and took out the inner alchemy the size of a child's fist from Yan Ziyu's stomach, emitting a faint golden light. Yan Ziyu hurriedly opened his mouth, trying to inhale the inner alchemy into his stomach again.

Although Yan Ziyu would not be able to control his body if he lost his inner alchemy, that was when the inner alchemy was digested by other goblins or the inner alchemy itself was exhausted. The connection was not broken, Yan Ziyu was still able to move.

Yan Ziyu opened his mouth and tried to suck the inner alchemy into his stomach, but for some reason, the inner alchemy was firmly in Song Xue's hands, like a prey entangled by a snake, this feeling seemed familiar.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to your inner alchemy, don't you just come to me for my help?" Song Xue smiled and lifted the inner alchemy for a closer look, "So the gluttonous fruit seeds look like this... It has been planted for half an hour..."

Han Jizhi looked expectant: "Can Officer Song remove it?"

"No, this thing can only be eradicated by burning it with karmic fire." Song Xue returned the inner alchemy to Yan Ziyu, "Aren't you looking for demons who make good use of karmic fire? They are the founders of 'Ghost Creatures'."

Song Xue turned to Han Qian, who had an uncertain expression, "Now you know, we all have the same goal, how good it is for everyone to cooperate."

Han Qian stared at Song Xue: "Since we want to cooperate, I must first know your details. Who are you?"

"I'm a tree demon." Song Xue smiled slightly, and looked at Yan Ziyu, "Then, brother Ziyu, what are you?"

"Fox demon."

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"I'm sorry, Uncle, I kept Ziyu's matter from you."

"It's okay, it's right to hide it from others. We are the Han family, and we have a relatively strong ability to accept such things. It's hard for others to say."

"Does Uncle believe in the legends passed down from our family?"

"Well, others think that the Han family's puppet-making skills are superb, but I think that if it doesn't rely on some fairy stones, it can't be done by human power alone."

"... Uncle, what is your relationship with Police Officer Song?"

"Well, although it's not exactly a love match, I can barely say it's your love and my wish. Men and women are always lonely, and you will understand when you grow up... But I really didn't expect her to be a fairy, why? After all, it’s no wonder she’s so skilled…”

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