Faraway Wanderers

Looking at the man's face, he was only in his thirties, but he was actually a paralyzed man. His limbs had shrunk to the size of a child, and the exposed arms were shrunken and wrinkled. Only his head was big, and his neck was tilted to one side, as if he couldn't straighten up. It's not human at all, it's terrifying.He sat in a wooden wheelchair, which slowly slid out of the hole.

Ye Baiyi frowned slowly, stared at the man, and suddenly said: "You are not a dragon bird."

Longque and his puppet village have been legends in the rivers and lakes for decades, and the real Longque can never be so young.The man in the wheelchair let out a sharp laugh and said, "Of course I'm not."

His eyes were huge, so Wen Kexing secretly bit Zhou Zishu's ear and said, "Do you think his eyes are about to fall out?"

Zhou Zishu only thought that he was extremely boring, as if no matter what the occasion, he had to be bored for a while to get his money back, so he ignored him.

I only heard the man in the wheelchair scream: "Who are you, how dare you trespass on the puppet village?"

Ye Baiyi looked at this man, felt that he was weird and not a good person, so he suppressed his temper and said in a human tone: "I have something to see Longque."

In Ye Baiyi's eyes, these words are good words, but in other people's ears, they are still arrogant and blunt, so the man in the wheelchair turned his head and looked him up and down with huge eyes After a long while, he snorted coldly and said, "Longque's immortal bones have melted, what do you want him for?"

The gully between Ye Baiyi's eyebrows was getting deeper and deeper, staring at the man, he said, "Longque is dead? How did he die?"

The man in the wheelchair said triumphantly, "Of course I did it."

This is so unbelievable. The three masters of the world broke into the puppet village without authorization, and they were also very embarrassed. They were almost trapped in it. With him, a person who couldn't even walk, he was able to enter unscathed and killed the owner of the puppet village. ?

Ye Baiyi obviously didn't know what to be reserved, looked at this person, and said: "Don't fart, if you can kill the dragonfinch, the mayfly can shake the big tree, unless you are the son of the dragonfinch, tell him to lie down. Let you cut whatever you want."

As soon as Wen Kexing heard this, he knew it was going to be bad, and immediately said to Zhang Chengling: "Get out, run!"

Sure enough, before he could finish his sentence, he heard the weird man in the wheelchair roar, "You're looking for death!"

Then he raised his hand to pat, and saw human figures protruding densely from the walls around the hall, and then dozens of bald-headed, smooth-faced, menacing dolls poured out from all directions. Zhang Chengling was running out, unable to dodge in time, I collided with a puppet, and the puppet was quite rude, and raised its arms to open a ladle for him.

Zhou Zishu immediately popped out with his fingers, hitting Zhang Chengling's knee, and told him to "plop" to the ground, barely dodging, Zhang Chengling rolled and scrambled over, looked around with his mouth open, and sighed: " Master, haven't we arrived at the underworld?"

Zhou Zishu sighed, knowing that he and the word "delicate" were born with no connection, so he patted Wen Kexing's arm away, sandwiched Zhang Chengling between the two, stood with Wen Kexing's back, and said in a low voice: " One of this dummy is tough, and the other is unkillable, but it also has advantages."

Wen Kexing asked curiously, "Is there any benefit?"

Zhou Zishu said: "One is unable to dance, and the other is stupid."

While he was speaking, two dolls had already attacked from both sides. Wen Kexing was carrying Zhang Chengling, and as if he and Zhou Zishu had a heart-to-heart connection, they jumped up in two directions at the same time. The two dolls immediately lost their target and collided head-on. Together, fell to the ground and lingered.

Wen Kexing glanced at it, then covered Zhang Chengling's eyes with a wretched smile, and sighed: "This man who is playing tricks looks like a erotic picture has come into motion."

As soon as Zhou Zishu landed on the ground, a doll swung a big stick and smashed it down on his head. He rolled over and dodged, feeling pain from his chest to his throat as if it was on fire. A slight cough might bring out a mouthful of blood , He gritted his teeth and held back his cough.

The puppet missed a hit, and continued to chase unwillingly. When the chest swept across, Zhou Zishu bent back to avoid it. Wen Kexing saw it, and couldn't help but sigh: "This waist is really soft."

Then, before the puppet's third stick came, it raised its hand and threw Zhang Chengling in the air. Seeing Zhang Chengling waving his arms and legs like a toad with cramps, he said, "I'll teach you!" Did your sword move tell you to eat?"

Zhang Chengling let out an "ah", and threw himself on the puppet that was pressing Zhou Zishu, condescendingly, throwing the puppet off balance, one person and one puppet fell down at the same time, he rubbed in a panic He jumped up with his butt hurting from the fall, and asked in panic: "Senior, I... Which trick should I use?"

Taking the opportunity to catch his breath, Zhou Zishu grabbed his collar, threw him back to Wen Kexing, and said, "Don't make any trouble."

The three of them were purely implicated, and the situation is not bad. Ye Baiyi, who directly insulted the master here, was in a bad situation. He was surrounded by dense dolls, and this old thing just got older and worse. Stubborn, insisting on head-to-head with those dolls, only to hear the "cracking" sound over there, as lively as New Year's Eve.

Zhou Zishu stretched out his fist against his chest, forced back a mouthful of fishy and sweet blood, and said to Wen Ke who leaned over: "This won't work, I'm afraid it won't last long, who knows how many puppets there are in this damn place?"

Wen Kexing said: "This place is called Puppet Village. I see that there is only one living thing, and the rest are all this stuff."

Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes: "It makes sense, it seems that there is only one who can be killed."

The two of them looked at each other, seeing that neither was a good date, so they had a tacit understanding.Wen Kexing once again threw out Zhang Chengling's meteor hammer as a high mountain slave, and watched him howl and overwhelm another one, Zhou Zishu flew out immediately, before the fallen puppet swung its arms and beat the kid to death , lifted him aside, then tapped the ground with his toes, and jumped at the weird man in the wheelchair like a flying swallow.

The man said in a cold voice, "Another one came looking for death." Leaning back, he saw a dozen or so iron chains suddenly flying out from under the wooden wheelchair. He shot directly at Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zishu breathed a sigh of relief, a heavy pendant fell from the air, his feet swayed, and it swayed behind a puppet, and the spear that was chasing after him collided with the puppet. The puppet made rice dumplings.

Zhou Zishu flung out his long sleeves, and said in his mouth, "Do you think I can't use hidden weapons?"

The weird man was startled, he slapped the handle of the wheelchair vigorously, and suddenly held up an iron umbrella in front of him, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened—this kind of frightening tricks were learned by Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang, and they don't care about it right now What kind of expert and low-handed demeanor is not demeanor, so I used it against him.

When the weirdo found out that he had been duped, he was furious and swung the iron umbrella down, but there was no figure of Zhou Zishu in front of him, and he couldn't care less about Ye Baiyi. How can you use a mallet as a needle?"

The strange man looked up, Wen Kexing descended from the sky, holding a big stick that fell out of an unknown puppet in his hand, and smashed it on the head, who knew that a round and explosive stick suddenly appeared from nowhere on the wheelchair The ball, Wen Kexing saw his nemesis, cursed and swung the stick forcefully, sending the ball flying. He didn't pay attention to where he hit the thing, anyway, he heard Ye Baiyi roar afterwards: "Wen kid, are you going to die?!"

Wen Kexing rolled over in the air and landed on the ground. Looking back, seeing Ye Baiyi's disheveled face, he was immediately happy, and turned to the wheelchair weirdo: "Quick, give me another ball."

He only made the wheelchair angry, but before he could react, he heard a clear whistle in his ear, and when he turned his head, he saw a clear sword light, pointing murderously at his throat, he Knowing how powerful it was, he didn't dare to take it seriously, opened the iron umbrella again and placed it in front of him, and planned to escape from this hall.

The next moment, the man in the wheelchair didn't move. His eyes, which were two circles larger than the average person's, opened wider. He looked down in disbelief. He didn't expect that what the other party held was actually A soft sword, a soft sword that can be controlled at will.

This was the last thought in his mind - the white robe in Zhou Zishu's hand pierced his throat.

Zhou Zishu succeeded in one blow, but did not stop. Hearing the puppet behind him chasing him again, he soared into the air without looking back, and jumped over the wheelchair. " With a sound, the incomparably magical wooden chair was smashed into pieces, and the mechanical parts fell all over the floor, and then all the puppets in the hall stopped as if they had been immobilized.

Zhou Zishu staggered to the ground, and Wen Kexing, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately reached out to catch him, tilted his head and kissed him on the cheek, and praised: "Good sword!"

Zhou Zishu wiped his face, as if wiping his saliva after being licked by a dog, pushed him away, and said expressionlessly, "How cheap."

With a gloomy face, Ye Baiyi picked up Zhang Chengling who was tripped by a fallen puppet on the ground, strode over, and without saying a word, slapped Wen Kexing, who dodged it with a smile on his face. Walking away, he said: "Ouch, old man, why do you still care about these trivial matters with the younger generation?"

Zhou Zishu sighed, coughed twice, sat weakly on an overturned puppet, and said, "Both of you calm down, I don't care about you, old man Ye, hurry up and take a look!" These institutions, try to get us out."

Ye Baiyi glanced at the torn wooden wheelchair, and said, "You smashed all the organs, what a fart." Turning around and striding towards the hole in the wall where the wheelchair monster came out, Zhang Chengling hurried over and asked in a low voice: " Master, are you alright?"

The child was hit by two people like a stone several times just now, but he didn't hold any grudges. He was still thinking about his master's injury. Zhou Zishu asked his innocent and caring eyes to look at him, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with him. things, so it was rare to say in a gentle and gentle manner: "It doesn't matter."

Zhang Chengling squatted down with his back facing him: "Master, I will carry you behind my back."

Zhou Zishu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, patted him on the shoulder, stood up by himself, and said, "Okay, I don't count on you."

After only two steps, Wen Kexing came over involuntarily, and hugged him around the waist. Zhou Zishu said that this guy hadn't taken advantage of it enough, and if he wanted to bump him with an elbow, Wen Kexing hurriedly said, "Save your energy!" , in a while, if the old foodie can't play with these tricks, he still has to count on you to fight."

Zhou Zishu thought about it, so he leaned against him with his strength. After he relaxed, he felt that his body was about to fall apart, and he almost couldn't lift it up in one breath.

This is right, only to hear Ye Baiyi say: "You all come here."

The three of them followed the hole in the wall, and there was a hole in it. The entire wall, with complicated lines, was actually a map of the entire puppet village.

Wen Kexing looked up in a daze, and after a while, he said, "This... Even if you give it to me, I can't understand it."

Zhou Zishu smiled and said, "That's great, me too."

Ye Baiyi glanced at the two of them, was finally speechless, and directed Zhang Chengling, "Follow me." Zhang Chengling hurriedly followed, only to see Ye Baiyi groping here and there on the wall, I don't know what was going on, but the wall was opened all at once, revealing the various mechanisms inside, which is simply amazing.

Zhou Zishu looked up and sighed: "The person who built the puppet village is really a strange person." Zhang Chengling helped Ye Baiyi, the old and the young tossed and tossed for a long time, only heard a roar. The roof opens, along with a side wall, revealing a row of steps.

The four of them walked up carefully, and they didn't know how far they went, but they returned to the ground. There was wind, sunshine, and plants—it was a nice little yard.

Ye Baiyi said: "This is the real puppet village."

He looked around, and suddenly strode towards a small house with a big iron fence on the door. The house was under a big tree, gloomy, and the windows and doors were sealed tightly. It's a prison.

With Ye Baiyi's strength in his hands, he knocked down the iron door, and then the high-handed man boldly pushed the door in. The three of them followed closely behind, and then stood still with Ye Baiyi——I saw the prison in this small prison. , there is a bed, and a person is tied to the bed with a thick iron chain.

An old man, with white beard and hair and dull eyes, was actually blind because he had been in the dark for a long time, as if he heard a voice, he turned his head to them, his bony body flinched involuntarily.

After a long while, Ye Baiyi asked: "You...are you a dragon bird?"