The Demon and the Puppeteer

I was working in the company on the day Cantis died, and I almost fainted when the news came. No one knew how much I loved Cantis.

Young life just disappears, Cantis, who is only 22 years old, my dear Candis.

My parents told me that Cantis accidentally fell down the stairs and died when she was fighting with Alisa. I don’t believe it. I know how sensitive Candis’s body is. She must have been pushed by Alisa.

Parents are protecting Alyssa, they have been like this since childhood, even if Cantis is dead, they are still protecting Alyssa.

Alisa, this ignorant idiot.

Cantis, poor Cantis, fell in love with this fool.

It's a good thing this idiot doesn't understand your love.

Only I understand you.

Only I understand you, Kandis, why did you hit me?Alicia, she's damned!

It's good that you killed her yourself.

It's good to see you again.

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The day after Alyssa's death, the Han family welcomed two guests—Song Xue and Shuang Ling.

Song Xue came to question witnesses on a routine basis, Han Jizhi told the truth, and now the two are relatively honest allies, Song Xue knows everything she should know, and there is nothing to hide, of course, Song Xue will not take these as evidence down.

"How do you feel?" Song Xue asked Han Jizhi curiously, because Han Jizhi's expression was so ordinary, it was hard to imagine that his tablemate who had been with him for two years died just yesterday.

"How about what?"

"To Alisa's death."

"……it is a pity."

Song Xue looked at Han Jizhi in surprise, and Han Jizhi asked suspiciously, "Did I say something wrong?"

"I don't know..." Song Xue shook her head, "Maybe your expression is too plain."

After a moment of silence, Han Jizhi asked, "How is Alisa's family?"

Song Xue: "Alyssa's parents are very sad and are preparing for Alyssa's funeral. Adele's mental state is not stable."

"……Oh."

The two of them had nothing to say, and Song Xue left.

Shuangling came right after Song Xue left, and Han Jizhi could feel that Shuangling had been waiting for Song Xue to leave.

"That woman's cultivation level is pretty good." Shuang Ling said so as soon as she appeared, with a familiar tone, as if she was discussing with a good friend who has a better buttocks.

Han Jizhi: "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't want to come, but 'my master' asked me to come." Shuang Ling said helplessly, "He asked me to ask you, how did you recognize me when I cast an illusion yesterday?"

"...I didn't recognize you, I just thought you looked weird."

"Really? You ran to Alisa's bedroom as soon as you noticed that I was strange?"

"...what will happen to you if I don't tell the truth?"

"For example, burn your lover with a karma fire? Is he eavesdropping upstairs?" Shuang Ling stretched out five fingers, and the karma fire emerged from the fingertips out of thin air. Fire jumped obediently from finger to finger.

"...I have fairy stone fragments in my body."

"I know, it's from Daji, so what?"

"...I don't know why, but I can feel the existence of other fairy stone fragments. The closer the distance, the clearer the feeling, so when you passed me yesterday, I already knew it."

Shuang Ling nodded, his eyes were dull, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What about now?"

Han Jizhi frowned: "I can only faintly feel it, and it seems that I am the only one left."

"No, it's from Daji." Shuang Ling kindly explained to Han Jizhi, "I, Taiguang, and You Jing only have blood soul stones on them now, and the blood soul stone is the owner of the blood soul stone. It may be because we can sense us when we are fused with the physical body, but as long as we actively cut off the connection with the blood stone, you will no longer be able to sense us. And the blood stone on Daji cannot cut off contact with you, so you can still feel it."

"The reason why you think it's you is because Daji and the blood stone on your body are actually the same piece. She gave birth to you, and the piece split into two pieces, one remained in her body, and the other was taken by you." inherit."

Han Jizhi's face was a little pale: "Is my mother also a living puppet?"

"No, but it's close." Shuang Ling said vaguely.

Han Jizhi frowned and said nothing.

Shuang Ling looked at Han Jizhi and said, "You should know what your mother is."

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The light is dim, there are old books, old furniture and some miscellaneous things piled up in the attic, Yan Ziyu is sitting cross-legged on the ground looking through a pile of papers, Han Jizhi turns on the light, Yan Ziyu looks up at him, and smiles: "Officer. "

"What are you looking at?"

"The official's painting." Yan Ziyu showed the scroll in his hand to Han Jizhi, "The official's painting is so beautiful."

It depicts an elegant woman with a side face, a strand of slightly curly hair hanging by her ear, a slender and soft hand is sticking to her ear to smooth the strand of hair behind her ear, the background is the street.

"This one is not bad either." Yan Ziyu pulled out the next picture, and it showed a man and a woman, the boy is sunny, the girl is cute, the girl is eating ice cream, the boy is stroking the girl's head and smiling dotingly, the background is selling ice cream In front of the machine.

Han Jizhi approached Yan Ziyu, looked down at the paintings, "They were painted a long time ago."

"Officials like beautiful things very much." Yan Ziyu looked up at Han Jizhi.

Han Jizhi patted Yan Ziyu's head.

Yan Ziyu stood up, patted the ashes on his trousers, and said with a smile: "If one day I don't look good, will officials still like me?"

"……meeting."

"What if my soul doesn't look good anymore? Will officials still like me?"

"……meeting."

Yan Ziyu looked at Han Jizhi, Han Jizhi's eyes were as dark as ever, it was hard to see any fluctuations in them, Yan Ziyu somehow felt a trace of anger, but he was still smiling and hugged Han Jizhi tightly.

"Officer, you are so kind..."

Han Jizhi patted Yan Ziyu's head, and asked gently, "What's on your mind?"

"Officer...I want to tell you something..." Yan Ziyu leaned his head on Han Jizhi's shoulder, put one arm around Han Jizhi's waist, and the other hand circled Han Jizhi's chest intentionally or unintentionally, "...Actually..."

Yan Ziyu's voice was very small, Han Jizhi lowered his head and put his ear close to Yan Ziyu's mouth, Yan Ziyu bit Han Jizhi's earlobe lightly, twirled his tongue around it, and said in a low voice: "Actually...I..."

"Actually... I... have been lying to you..."

Han Jizhi's chest began to bleed, Yan Ziyu pulled out his middle finger and index finger from Han Jizhi's chest, and there was a thumb-sized blood-red fragment between the two fingers.

Han Jizhi's face had lost all color, making his eyes darker and darker, Yan Ziyu's other hand was still around Han Jizhi's waist, supporting Han Jizhi's body, Yan Ziyu looked up at Han Jizhi, Han Jizhi looked down at Yan Ziyu, Yan Ziyu With a smirk, he slowly put Han Jizhi down, and took a breath of practice to Han Jizhi.

"I want to tell you that you are no longer useful to me. The blood soul stone has been cut off from this fragment in your body. All you can sense is the fragment in your mother's body, but you will let your mother die Should I? You should thank me for letting me save you from choosing between me and your mother."

"One more thing, you thought you liked me all the time, but it was actually because you used your heart and soul to lift my restriction, and at the same time I made a heart-to-heart contract with you, all your feelings about me are fake Yes, now I have lifted the restriction."

"You may feel empty in your heart, it's okay, you will get used to it soon, because you lived like this before, I'm sorry for giving you the illusion that your heart is full of emotions, I know you want to be a normal person with emotions people, just like I want to be a normal person with my own body."

"The cultivation I gave you can allow you to live for a few more minutes. If you can live, I hope you don't hate me. Oh, no, you won't hate me. Maybe you will just treat me as an insignificant person , then maybe I will be sad, after all, I still like you a little bit, if you die... then die, I will not blame myself, you don't know how many people I have killed... depends on fate ……destiny……"

Han Jizhi's vision gradually blurred, Yan Ziyu had already left, but Yan Ziyu's expression when he spoke was always imprinted in Han Jizhi's mind, those bright eyes were innocent and innocent...