The Demon and the Puppeteer

"It won't just die like this?" You Jing muttered, looking at Shuang Ling and Fu Ya.

The three of them gathered around an ancient well, the calm water showed the scene in the attic of the Han family, Shuang Ling and Fu Shi didn't speak, the scene on the water became a static picture after Yan Ziyu left, Han Jizhi was quiet in the messy attic Lying on the ground, but if you look carefully, you can see that Han Jizhi's blood is bleeding more and more on the ground. The static picture lasted for a few seconds, and a person walked into the attic, a housekeeper over fifty years old.

Seeing Han Jizhi who was seriously injured and unconscious, the housekeeper did not show any panic expression. On the contrary, he calmly stopped Han Jizhi's bleeding, and then carried Han Jizhi out of the attic.

"How could it be possible to let him die before that?" Shuang Ling responded to You Jing at this time.

"It's really no side leakage." You Jing muttered softly, swept the water surface with a dust whisk, and the picture on the water disappeared, "Sooner or later, one day he will never turn over."

Shuang Ling smiled and looked at You Jing, seeming to be joking and warning: "I advise you not to act rashly."

It is rare for You Jing not to argue with Shuang Ling, but to look at the flat ground not far away, a huge phalanx with six heads, namely Tao Ran, Cheng Lang, Zhao Huan, Wang Yalan, Lin Hui, and Kandis. There are still three vacancies, which will be filled in the near future.

The man sitting cross-legged in the center of the phalanx had a face as gentle as jade, and his eyes were closed, so he looked so sinister for some reason.

"Quickly end it..."

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It's already deep winter, and the first snow falls in City A. The snow is so fierce that it has been falling for a whole day and night. The snow on the ground does not reach the ankles, leaving deep footprints.

The sound of snow shoveling was faintly heard outside the window, and the sun shone through the window, as if a good weather was about to usher in.

Han Jizhi leaned quietly on the pillow. It has been more than a month since he was seriously injured and comatose and was hospitalized. He only woke up in the past two days.

The news was broadcast on the TV. A prisoner serving his sentence died in a certain women's prison. The surveillance video did not show any abnormalities. The deceased died of suffocation, and there were finger marks on his neck...

Another one died.

Han Ji subconsciously thought, the real puppet based on Lu Zhen was the one who killed it, or the one where You Jing lived. Who else is left... ah... my mother is left.

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There was a heavy panting sound from the deserted street on a winter night, and the wild dogs who were disturbed somewhere kept barking. Passers-by who got off work late hurriedly passed by, and occasionally glanced at the dark alley. Two black and heavily undulating figures fight?or something else?A seductive groan revealed the information, but it was clearly two men, passers-by had no time to think about it, and heard that men were often stunned and robbed recently, so it was better for him to go home early.

Passers-by hurried past, but didn't notice the sudden disappearance of the panting sound behind them.

A person gradually came out from the dark alley, wearing only a black shirt and thin black trousers in winter, like a thin shadow, appearing in the dim light of the street, with cold eyebrows and eyes full of hostility, under the disheveled clothes The skin is full of temptation.

The man was walking, and when he reached the corner, he heard a female voice calling him, he was an acquaintance.

"Yan Ziyu, you broke the rules, you know?"

"What rules? Officer Song."

"The rules of demons. You can inhale people's energy, but you have to do it to a certain extent, so as not to cause riots." Song Xue pointed to the unconscious man in the dark alley, "Is that the first person you have inhaled the energy?"

"How do I know? I don't know how to count."

"There are already more than a dozen people who have come to report the crime, and those who are ashamed to report the crime must be more."

"They are voluntary." Yan Ziyu shrugged.

Song Xue crossed her arms, looked Yan Ziyu up and down, and said with a smile, "Is this your real face?"

Yan Ziyu curled his lips: "I have no real face."

"I want you to calm down a bit."

"I try my best."

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The first heavy snowfall in City A stopped. Lu Sinian wrapped his down jacket tightly and went out.

It has been more than a month since he knew that Han Jizhi was seriously injured and hospitalized, and Lu Sinian has not visited Han Jizhi for more than a month. It is said that Han Jizhi has been in a coma and woke up only two days ago.

Lu Sinian had been debating whether to see Han Jizhi before, although he didn't know why he was deterred, he only liked Han Jizhi's other personality, since that personality has disappeared, there is no need to contact Han Jizhi, but listen When Han Jizhi was seriously injured and hospitalized, he might not be able to wake up, his heart was still trembling, and he kept contradicting himself after that.

What you like is not him, but a personality of his, and that personality of him has disappeared.

Hearing the news of Han Jizhi waking up these two days, Lu Sinian suddenly came to his senses. Anyway, we are classmates, so it was reasonable to visit him.

When he knocked on the door of Han Jizhi's ward, Lu Sinian's heart beat fast.

"Who is it?" Han Qian asked as he opened the door, he didn't seem to want Lu Sinian to go in when he saw Lu Sinian, "I'm sorry..."

"Uncle, let him come in." Han Jizhi said, "I have something to tell him."

So Han Qian left Han Jizhi and Lu Sinian alone.

Lu Sinian put the fruit basket on the bedside table, and saw that there was a book on the bedside table with an old cover, with the four characters "Danqing Baodian" written on it, so Lu Sinian naturally brought up this topic: "Is this book about painting?" ?”

"Yeah." Han Jizhi said, "Ziyu gave it to me."

Hearing about Yan Ziyu and Lu Sinian was not happy. Although he didn't know the exact cause and effect of Han Jizhi's serious injury and coma, after investigating, he found that this incident must have something to do with Yan Ziyu.

Picking up the "Danqing Collection" and flipping through it, Lu Sinian found that it was not simply about painting: "Is it about cultivation?"

"Ah."

"Really?" Lu Sinian was very curious, and carefully read the beginning of "Danqing Collection", which said that the technique of Danqing has three levels of realms, the first level is to show things in form, the second level is to take things out of form, and the third level Three levels, creation and man, each level is completely different, reaching the third level can transcend heaven and earth, "What do you mean by the third level in this book?"

"The first layer shows objects in form, and can make a two-dimensional painting three-dimensional, but the three-dimensional material depends on the material of the painting. For example, if you draw a table on a wooden board, a real table will appear, but if you draw a table on paper, Only one table made of paper can appear."

"The second layer is out of shape, and can draw three-dimensional objects out of thin air. The difference from the first layer is that it does not need to rely on media. Drawing a table in the air can create a table, and drawing a bread can create a bread, but it cannot Draw a living creature, and even if you draw it, it will disappear immediately."

"The third level of creation and creation of man, as the name suggests, can create life, which is a field that can only be controlled by nature. Ziyu once said that no one has reached this level, even those who call themselves gods."

Lu Sinian was upset that Yan Ziyu was mentioned again.

"Then what state are you in now?"

"The first level. Originally, I might not be able to reach the realm of manifesting things in form after decades of normal practice, but this time I experienced the hurdle of life and death, and broke through unintentionally." Han Jizhi said, thinking that maybe Ziyu would hurt him I just want to help him break through the first floor, although this is obviously self-deception.

"Can I take a look?" Lu Sinian really wanted to see him, but thinking about Han Jizhi's physical condition, Lu Sinian said hastily, "Forget it, you have a good rest."

"It's okay, since you want to see it..." Han Jizhi turned sideways, held his breath, and drew a rose on the side of the bedside table with his index finger. After the last stroke, the rose came off the wooden board, and Han Jizhi handed the wooden rose to the bedside table. Lu Sinian, "See you off."

"Really?" Lu Sinian took the rose excitedly, and saw that the petals, branches and leaves were so lifelike, "This is my favorite gift I have ever received." Lu Sinian stared at Han Jizhi passionately.

Han Jizhi didn't avoid Lu Sinian's gaze, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Lu Sinian approached Han Jizhi gradually and cautiously, his hand holding the flower was trembling slightly, seeing the distance between the two of them getting closer and closer...

"I'm sorry." Han Jizhi suddenly pushed Lu Sinian away, "I have something to tell you."

Lu Sinian was a little angry, and he didn't know whether it was Han Jizhi or himself, but he still smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"Do you like me or another personality of mine?"

"...Of course it's your other personality." Lu Sinian was a little confused, "Didn't you ask me before? And didn't your other personality disappear?"

Han Jizhi said slowly: "Actually, I have never had a dual personality. You should know something about immortal stones. The reason why I look like a dual personality is because there is a fragment of immortal stone in my body... Now that fragment is taken away by Ziyu... …If you like another personality of mine, I want you to help me find that fragment, and then I will implant that fragment into my body, so that the one you like will not disappear.”

"...You want to use me?"

"if you are willing to."

"……Depend on!"

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