"Hello everyone, first meeting, I'm a puppeteer."

This was the first thing a man in a strange costume said after he stepped onto the high platform.

The self-proclaimed puppeteer was treading on a shipping container that had been toppled down by the berets. Just now, he was respectfully greeted by a team of dolls and models to speak on the high platform - without using a microphone, but his voice clearly reached the ears of the two hundred and nineteen people present.

The people who came out of the two shipping containers were forcibly lined up in a neat line by plastic mannequins and surrounded - there were more than 219 people, but when the legs of a dozen or so rebels were separated from their bodies, the rest of them were honestly immovable.

The dozen or so half-dead people were carried on the shoulders of the models, and one by one they walked under the high stage, as if they were looking at the puppeteer. The man touched everyone's forehead once, shook his head slightly, and the plastic mannequins threw them all into the dry sea, regardless of life or death.

At this time, not far from Lin Sanjiu, there was a man wrapped in jeans.

"In order for you not to be harmed, I recommend that you still cooperate with me. My request to everyone is very simple, there is no need to get hurt because of this. The puppeteer's voice had a faint smile, and he was very polite and considerate of others.

There was a faint commotion in the crowd, but the commotion quickly disappeared like the last bits of north wind in the spring, under the watchful eyes of thousands of strange people around it.

The puppeteer is a man who can't tell his age, although his temperament and demeanor are like a teenager, but out of nowhere he exudes a sense of old age, and it feels like it's not an exaggeration to say how old he is. His outfit was so strange - his upper body was wrapped in long strips of black leather, and where there was no place to wrap it, his pale and thin skin was exposed, as if he had scratched a leather coat and put it on.

On the back of his clothes, there is also a huge ornament, which looks a bit like the comb of a rooster, bright red in color, dangling as soon as he walks, and a pair of long boots that reach high to the thighs.

"I have a question."

His voice was very calm, and the next words immediately grabbed Lin Sanjiu's full attention.

"Which of your 219 is a visa officer?"

The crowd fell silent. The people who looked confused, as if they wanted to get an answer from someone else, were probably locals - the Extreme Temperature Hell was the first new world they had experienced, and they didn't know about the visa officer yet; Those who keep their heads down and don't speak, or have a blank look on their faces, should be from another world.

After waiting for half an hour, there was still no sound.

"Oh, 219 is still too small." The puppeteer sighed lightly as if he was a little dissatisfied, and retreated: "Okay, so who has the news about the visa officer?" ”

Lin Sanjiu's heart trembled, and he remembered Fang Dan - he glanced at Hu Changzai beside him, knowing that the other party was unlikely to find his facial expression from more than two hundred people, but he still couldn't help but lower his head as if he was hiding it.

It didn't matter if she looked down, she suddenly noticed that the short man standing in front of her was shaking violently, his legs trembling violently.

She looked at this person a little strangely - although this scene is quite disturbing, but who here has not experienced some crisis, and now it is just a man in strange clothes talking, as for being frightened like this?

The short man seemed to be unable to even stand on his feet, as if he was about to fall down in the next second, but he didn't expect him to speak boldly, and his voice trembled and spread: "People, puppeteers, ......"

In the silence, although his voice was not loud, he was still caught by the puppeteer on the high platform.

Puppeteer...... My lord?

This guy is too dogleggy, isn't he?

An inexplicable smile appeared on the face of the man who called himself the puppeteer: "You say. ”

"Yes, yes...... I spent four or five months searching for a visa officer in the area, but there were rumors that he had gone north...... If you're looking here, you may not find it. The short man replied with sincere trepidation.

Lin Sanjiu noticed that he said the words "this area" - could it be that there is more than one visa officer, and there are other places?

But think about it, the earth is so big, if there is only one visa officer, then the chances of meeting a visa officer are too low.

The puppeteer's smile faded, and he turned his head and asked, "Is there anyone else who has any news about the visa officer?" ”

More than 200 people were silent.

"Alas, well. It's not that I don't trust you, but I'll have to check them one by one to find out if the visa officer is not hiding. The puppeteer's voice was still so polite, and as he spoke, he jumped off the platform, and a team of plastic mannequins immediately followed him, like bodyguards.

He walked over to the first row of the headers, and the young man was suddenly a little defensive: "...... What are you doing? ”

"Don't be nervous," the puppeteer's tone was soft, coaxing a child, but still made everyone present hear clearly. "I'm just going to see if you're a visa officer, and it doesn't hurt to check it."

As he spoke, he touched the young man's forehead like lightning.

Looking at the young man's appearance, he wanted to resist, but he didn't expect that before he took out his weapon, the other party was already done, and it really didn't hurt or itch - he suddenly stood there very embarrassed and cramped, and didn't know how to get better for a while. The puppeteer ignored him in disappointment, and when he continued to walk to the second person, the young man shouted, "I'm not a visa officer, so I can go, right?" ”

The puppeteer didn't reply: "Of course, but you'll have to wait." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a plastic mannequin took a step, blocking the young man's way, and the young man stopped moving.

At this time, the short man standing in front of Lin Sanjiu cleared his throat as if he was afraid, and scolded himself: "Silly X, really stupid X......" grabbed his pants with both hands uneasily, looking really nervous.

Lin Sanjiu's heart moved, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, which world are you from?" ”

The short man was stunned for a moment, and half of his face turned back, as if he didn't expect someone to talk to him at this time. Although he was not good-looking, his eyes were very flexible, and his gaze lingered on Lin Sanjiu's face for a second before he replied, "Ice and snow storm." You too......? ”

Lin Sanjiu nodded, and said to the code: "Black Death City." This is still the name I saw on Ren Nan's visa.

The short man said "oh": "I've been there, and the Black Death City is gradually stabilizing now...... Alas, this time I was sent to the countryside of Extreme Temperature Hell, and it was inconvenient not to say anything, I didn't expect ......"

Before he finished speaking, he shuddered and swallowed the second half of the sentence back.

Several companions beside Lin Sanjiu looked at her strangely, she didn't seem to be aware of it, but just sighed along the short man's words: "That is to say, I didn't expect to be so unlucky this time, I actually met the puppeteer......"

The short man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Have you also heard of the name of the puppeteer?" ”

Lin Sanjiu didn't let the confusion in his heart reveal the slightest bit, and only answered yes.

"It's rare, it's rare, it turns out that you are also a person who has been to the 'Central Twelve Realms'...... Alas, looking at you, you probably haven't heard the latest rumors about puppeteers, have you? The short man sighed, as if he remembered something: "Oh, by the way, my name is Shen Lianqi, make a friend, maybe when we meet in the Twelve Realms of the Center......

Forcibly didn't ask what the "Central Twelve Realms" were, Lin Sanjiu reported his name, and then asked a little impatiently: "What is the latest rumor?" ”

This sentence reminded Shen Lianqi, and his face turned white again: "It is said that the puppeteer's ability has been upgraded, and I heard that it is quite evil...... With his upgrade, the current situation is delicate, after all, after reaching the level of those big shots, it is too difficult to upgrade once, right! No one can say what will happen in the future, everyone is staring at the shape, even the ones who are always working against the puppeteer, have recently avoided his limelight and teleported to another new world. Ahem, what does such a big event have to do with small shrimp like us? I never thought he would come to this poor country......"

Although there were many things he didn't understand, Lin Sanjiu quickly jotted down every word he said. After thinking about it carefully for a while, she chose the question that was most likely to make Shen Lianqi speak: "...... Do you have an idea of what the puppeteer is doing today? ”

"Well, I guessed too." Shen Lianqi's gaze followed closely the puppeteer's presence in the procession - every time the puppeteer touched a person's forehead, a plastic mannequin would stand next to that person. He moved very uneasily, and said, "I heard that the entourage around the puppeteer disappeared for a while a while, and when they reappeared, they had become the same as those dummies, and they couldn't even laugh actively, but their abilities still retained......"

"You also know that the puppeteer's current soldiers are not capable of anything, if it weren't for the 'arsenal', would they have the power they have now? Rumor has it that his current ability can turn living people into dolls, so he wants to gather more living people to get rid of the arsenal. But it's not easy to start in a place like the Central Twelve Realms......"

As soon as Shen Lianqi talked about the big events and gossip he was keen on, he gushed endlessly, and he didn't notice that Lin Sanjiu and his companions who were listening with bated breath next to him suddenly turned white.

"You mean, he wants to turn these 219 people into his puppets?"

Shen Lianqi didn't say anything, and after a while he muttered, "Alas, let's look at the situation...... It's really not good, let's each rely on our ability to escape......"

Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppeteer not far away in disbelief and exchanged glances with his companions. This Shen Lianqi seems to have experienced a lot of worlds, and he must have a few hole cards, but how can he escape?

The puppeteer moved quickly, and in such a short time, he had already checked nearly a hundred people, not far from Lin Sanjiu and his party - as he got closer and closer, the bright red cockscomb was reflected in her field of vision, and the creaking sound of the leather as the puppeteer walked was also clearly audible.

"Xiaojiu, I suddenly remembered something," suddenly came the voice of a rabbit in his ears, "isn't he going to touch everyone's forehead?" ”

Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

"Your Wusu poison can kill him in a few seconds, what are we afraid of?"

The sound of the rabbit reached the ears of three people at the same time, and the expressions of several people relaxed at once. Just now, I was occupied by names such as puppeteers and the twelve realms in the center, and I almost forgot about the Wusu poison on their bodies...... Since plastic models are the ability of puppeteers, as long as he dies, these models have nothing to fear.

With this confidence, when the puppeteer took his finger off Shen Lianqi's forehead, Lin Sanjiu even hoped that he could reach over quickly.

The puppeteer took a step forward, came to Lin Sanjiu, and squinted at her.

At such a close distance, the puppeteer looked even more strange - a circle of gold dust around the eyes, glittering in the light of the setting sun; He was very tall, about 1.80 meters tall, but because of his pale skin and thin body, he didn't look intimidating at all.

The puppeteer smiled softly and raised a finger, and Lin Sanjiu held his breath.

The fingers reached all the way to her forehead, stopping just a few millimeters from her skin.

"Oh, you have Wusu poison on you." R1152