In the neighborhood, a house that stands out from the surrounding buildings is brightly lit at night, which may be normal elsewhere, but in Meteor Street, this kind of waste of resources is extremely rare. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The surrounding houses are either lights off or only faintly lit, which makes the room stand out from the crowd.

"This is it?" On the roof of a modest house across the street, Xingchen asked with a hint of confirmation.

Standing aside, the spiritualized funeral flower replied, "What else? ”

"This is too arrogant, there are a lot of hidden masters in Meteor Street, mix here, if you don't have enough strength, low-key is the king. In this case, either he has enough confidence in his own strength to deal with the coveting of various powerhouses in Meteor Street. Either that, or a bluff in exchange for time to heal. Xingchen thought for a moment.

"So, what are you going to do?" Funeral flowers heard Xingchen say so much, thinking that this thing would not be cowardly.

"Plan before you act."

"Clams?" The funeral flowers are somewhat unclear.

"Look for an opportunity to knock on the stick."

"Oh."

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Xingchen and Funeral Flower slowly approached the room, there were two doormen at the gate, and it looked like they had been made into puppets, so don't expect them to go to the toilet or anything like that.

If you turn the tiger away from the mountain, you don't know how many people are inside, and it's easy to startle the snake.

If you go over the wall, because you don't know what the personnel arrangement in the courtyard is, and if you use your telekinesis to investigate, there is a high probability that you will be discovered, so Xingchen also feels a little tricky now.

"Funeral flowers, you fly into the air to see the layout in the courtyard, and then point me a suitable place to sneak in."

Hearing Xingchen's words, the funeral flowers that had been transformed into spirits floated into the air, carefully examining the layout of the courtyard.

"There is no obvious shelter in the courtyard, and there are no patrols, but in the inner room, there is a person standing in front of each window monitoring the condition of the courtyard, I don't know how big their line of sight is, but basically it should cover the entire courtyard, and these people are all made puppets and do not need to rest." The voice of the funeral flower sounded in Xingchen's mind.

"That's a hassle."

Xingchen muttered, and the black mark on the back of his hand emitted a little black gas, which gradually converged into a drop of black water.

Under the control of the stars, the black water beads floated over the fence and flew quickly towards the house.

"Where can I get into the house?" The black droplets floated under the window, and the stars noticed that the window was closed.

"The gate."

"Nonsense, I'm talking about places where no one is paying attention."

"Well, there's a chimney on the roof, why don't you try it?"

"Forget it, since that's the case, let's make a big one." The stars controlled the black water droplets to float to the corners, slowly eroding the walls in the corners.

Under the control of Xingchen, the sound of black water beads corroding the corners of the wall was suppressed to a minimum, and it seemed that the puppet in the nearby window had not moved, and should not have noticed it.

A drop of black water was consumed, and the corner of the wall was only a finger-sized hole from the outside, but a small fist-sized hole had been carved out of the inside.

Xingchen repeated his old trick, and dug a hole in the adjacent corner, and then gathered more black water droplets, slowly filling the hole that was dug out, and finally, with a loud bang, a large hole was blown out in the corner of the wall in both places, and the house collapsed in an instant.

At this moment, Xingchen saw a dark shadow flash out of the back door of the house.

"Chase!"

Xingchen took out the funeral sword and rushed towards the other party.

The speed of the other party's action is not too fast, plus the stars are frantically bombarding with black water droplets along the way, and it didn't take long for the other party to be caught up by the stars and the funeral flowers, and the stars are not talking nonsense, so let's have a flower burial first.

The blood-red petals in the sky quickly slashed across the other party's body, making a strange cutting sound, which was not made by cutting the flesh, but was like the sound of wood. And to Xingchen's surprise, the other party didn't shed a drop of blood.

No, even puppets are made of flesh and blood, how can this be? Could it be that this thing made itself a puppet out of some special material?

Xingchen gathered some black water droplets again and smashed them the other party, and the other party's clothes, which had been corroded to tatters when he ran, completely lost their effect on covering their flesh, revealing their internal wooden bodies.

The black water beads touched the wood like a fish in water, and in an instant, the originally smooth wooden handicrafts turned into a tattered puppet under the sound of Zizi.

The puppet fell straight to the ground, and turned its head stiffly to look at the stars, and the familiar patterns of the stars appeared in their hollow eyes.

With a snort, the puppet quickly reached for his feet with both hands, pulled them off, and made a "squeak, squeak" sound from his mouth, as if mocking the stars.

"What's wrong? Self-harm if you can't beat it? Hum! Thought I'd be scared of that? Go for it, Pikachu! Xingchen waved his hand, and Fuhua suppressed the idea that his backhand was a blow, and pounced on it with understanding.

The puppet ignored the wolf-like funeral flowers that pounced on him, grabbed his legs and threw them at the stars.

"Annoyed?" Xingchen was about to avoid the hidden weapon thrown at him by the other party, but his legs exploded in the air.

"! Can you still play like this? “

The star quickly retreated, and the powerful explosion did not cause any substantial damage to the star.

After a while, the smoke cleared, and the funeral flower had already broken off the puppet's head.

"Is it so easy to solve?" Xingchen always felt a little simpler.

The puppet that had lost its head completely lost its vitality and fell to the ground unable to move.

The puppet head in the funeral flower's hand still made a "squeak, squeak" sound, and blood gradually flowed out of the puppet's seven orifices.

"Hey, hey, hey." Behind the stars came a wicked laugh like a successful conspiracy.

Xingchen looked back, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes walked out of the night, the man's face was bookish, just looking at his face was like an ancient literati and ink writer, a word has no power to restrain the chicken, but with a two-meter-two strong man's body, no matter how you look at it, it feels strange.

However, if you have already struck a star that has used "condensation" on your eyes, and you see a thought as hot as the sun emanating from the other person's body, the intensity of the light can be compared to that of President Nitro who uses the 'Hyakshikannon'.

Let's hang up! I feel like I've stabbed a hornet's nest.