My card is refined [unlimited]

Su Mingxuan: "Wings?"

"Yeah." It wasn't the first time that the puppeteer faced his own corpse, he walked over and climbed up the stage with the help of Su Mingxuan.

Looking at her pale face, she sighed in her heart: Her body cost 1000 million points... It's just been used for a short time, and she has to ask the system to make another one.

He knew in his heart that even if he reached [-] million points, he would not be able to get out, so the puppeteer was not relentless in spending points now, and he didn't have to save as much as he could.

"I could have escaped originally, but after being brought into the research institute, I thought about seeing what was going on inside, but the Tool Race injected me with something, and I couldn't move, and I couldn't even speak Can't come out." The puppet patted the face of his corpse, "Obviously my body has just been made and is resistant to all kinds of drugs, but somehow I can't resist that thing."

Maybe it's because the researchers here have done a lot of research on [soil], and they are also very good at dealing with [soil] transformed players.Su Mingxuan thought about it, and turned the corpse over.

On the girl's back, someone used a sharp weapon to cut a long and deep cut at the position of the butterfly bone. You could even see the skeleton inside through the wound. The flesh at the joints was shaved off, leaving only a white flower bones.

"At that time, they said they were going to put wings on me, so they cut my back directly." God knows how a puppet's face showed a complicated look, and the puppet master always showed a weird look , looking at his own body.

"Really, there is no such thing as An Yiyi, who didn't even give a single anesthesia, and cut it directly, which hurt me to death." The puppeteer can still recall the feeling at that time, the kind of skinned and boned by someone abruptly. The experience is as clear as it just happened.

"Anyway, I passed out directly, and when I woke up, I had already turned into a puppet and appeared in that human ruins."

"I thought they really put wings on me, but no matter how you look at it now, it doesn't look like I have wings." She climbed onto the back of the corpse.

Su Mingxuan carefully looked at the exposed bones. Except for this wound, there seemed to be no other injuries on the corpse. Could such injuries cause death?

He looked at the blood around him.

From the table to the ground, even the walls were splashed a lot, and it still felt a little dry when stepped on it. Obviously, this amount of bleeding could not be caused by just cutting two wounds.

At least—a few people died, and it was a bloodletting-style massacre.

But there is only one corpse of the puppeteer here, what's going on?

"Did the other corpses be taken away?" Su Mingxuan touched his chin and whispered.

"Other corpses?" The puppeteer heard it, and stood on the back of his own corpse, "When I came, there was no one else, and there was no blood, only me."

"And look, boss, aren't these bloodstains all around 'me', and there is not much blood on the other table."

"It's just me..." The puppeteer suddenly realized something. She looked at the corpse under her feet, and at the blood around her. Her plastic eyes, which were originally shiny, froze for a moment.

"Eh……?"

"No, that, I—do I have so much blood?" The puppet scratched its head suspiciously, "Or did someone come after I died here, and how many people were killed on this platform?"

"But there is no need to put my body back. It is impossible to disclose information to us on purpose."

Su Mingxuan came up with an idea, he looked at the puppeteer complicatedly, rubbed her head, and sighed, "You forgot, there are no other human beings here except players, and the machine race is all machines, why? There might be something like blood."

"Ah... that's right." The puppeteer sat down on the back of his corpse, "It's even less likely that there will be other players... It seems that the token of this dungeon is hard to get. When I came in, there was no Met other players."

"Maybe in this dungeon now, there are only three players, you and me plus the blacksmith."

"So this blood is all mine."

Maybe it was the first time that the wing implant failed, resulting in the death of the Puppeteer, and the Tool Race couldn't find other players for a while, so they resurrected her by some means, and then tried again.

Come and go, I don't know how many times I died.

Perhaps it was because of the constant torture that the puppeteer lost his memory of being in the research institute due to stress, and even the memory of how he got in was blurred.

Then since it can be resurrected, why didn't it continue, but just left it like this until the puppeteer's soul left his body and went into the puppet?

Su Mingxuan looked at the puppet master who didn't know what he was thinking, rubbed the puppet's back comfortingly, and said softly, "Did you see that metal wing here?"

"...Well." The puppeteer responded in a low voice, "I remember it is here, maybe the wings that may be installed for me are those."

The young man couldn't bear it, but he still said, "Think about it carefully, but what is the situation?"

It is undoubtedly cruel for her to recall this memory again. Even Su Mingxuan can't bear the repeated death and torture. He can tell the puppeteer, "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Don't recall those things." ", but he still chose to let her think about it.

Su Mingxuan knew that this was the puppet master's own will.

She wanted to help herself wholeheartedly, and in such a situation that would definitely provide clues, saying something like "don't think about it" to her would really hurt her heart.

So Su Mingxuan said to her - "then help me, I need your help".

"Okay boss!" The puppeteer suddenly felt full of energy, clenched the plush claws, and straightened his waist.

It doesn't matter how terrible those memories are, only by facing them bravely can we be a better version of ourselves.The puppeteer was full of fighting spirit, and lay down on the table, intending to simulate the scene at that time in his mind.

While the puppeteer was working hard, Su Mingxuan turned his attention to other places.

This room doesn't look like a formal laboratory. There are not many equipments. Even the table for experimental products is not small. There are only two tables in the room. It seems to be a spare place. Not the last one, and even the corpses were placed here directly.

Su Mingxuan walked deep into the room.

After bypassing layers of white curtains, Su Mingxuan saw a door.

This door is out of place with this room - it is made of wood, and there are no strange patterns on the door, it is as plain as the cheap door panels sold on the street.

It doesn't even have a doorknob, it's just such a piece of wood embedded into the wall, Su Mingxuan put his hand on it and knocked a few times, hearing a hollow sound behind him, he was sure it was a door.

"Why is there still a door here?"

It's just like a blatant trap, I just want Su Mingxuan to go in and have a look.

A door without a handle - could it be a trap?

"It looks alike."

The young man muttered, "It's impossible for that bastard god to cheat him again. There are other gods here, shouldn't they be able to restrain each other?"

He looked at the door in front of him hesitantly, and then slowly exerted force on his hand, the wooden board under his palm made a slight sound, as if he was going to push it away in the next moment.

"what--"

A girl screamed from behind.

Su Mingxuan ignored the door in front of him, turned around and returned to the place where the table was placed, during which time the entire puppet of the puppeteer jumped up from the table, and the fur on his body exploded.

Seeing Su Mingxuan approaching, she hurriedly stopped him, "Boss, don't come here first! There is a situation!"

Ok?

Su Mingxuan paused, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and looked at the corpse on the table.

No...she can't call a corpse now.

When the puppeteer screamed and jumped away, the girl who was lying on the stage by Su Mingxuan slowly stood up, the exposed bones on her back moved, her arms seemed to have no strength, and she was trying to stand up During the process, I almost fell back on my stomach several times, but I slowly straightened up and sat on the table.

The girl lowered her head, and the hair around her ears naturally hung down, blocking 'her' expression.

Su Mingxuan was vigilant, and stared closely at this corpse that had suddenly come back from the dead—'she' was definitely not a living thing, and Su Mingxuan had never encountered a living thing that could survive under his gaze.

Unless...unless the opponent is a guy with his strength, who can resist the devouring of the beast in "Poker".

But obviously, the puppeteer's body will not be at the same level as "poker".

No, it's not right - the puppeteer's body is not, but it doesn't mean that this corpse is not.

'She' moved her neck, and the stiff bones made a "click" sound, as if they could be broken with a little touch, and could be crushed with a little force. Her hair still blocked 'her' face, so I couldn't see what she looked like.

Su Mingxuan moved slowly, moving from the side of 'her' in front of 'her'.

'She' is still moving her body, the bones on her back are particularly conspicuous as 'her' stretches, and the two cut wounds also start to bleed as 'her' moves, and the pale skin is also It quickly became rosy.

It was as if the corpse was recovering, and all body functions were activated, from a dead corpse to a living person slowly.

'She' hung her head.

Su Mingxuan stared at 'her', watching 'her' raise her head very slowly, and there were several bones protesting from her neck.

He saw the other person's appearance clearly.

The girl's eyes were ignorant, and when Su Mingxuan's figure was reflected in the pupils, a lively expression began to appear, as if a magical paintbrush had illuminated the girl's eyes.

Seeing Su Mingxuan, 'she' froze for a moment, then raised a smile and shouted:

"Boss!"