Rin Bracing her strength, got down on one knee.

"I haven't seen the puppeteer yet, I, how could I possibly fall to the ...... Fall in a place like this——!! After that, I saw her holding the hilt of the knife with both hands and turning it violently with all her might!

The blade of the long knife, which was originally blocking those bamboo leaves, suddenly stood up and rotated clockwise, and some of the blades attached to the blade were forcibly thrown off.

Immediately afterwards, Rin Rin propped the tip of the knife on the ground, although it was obviously difficult, but he still supported his body and gradually stood up against the bamboo leaves that were very pressed on his body!

The blades on his body were held up by brute force and scattered to the ground.

Rin Rin poured all his spiritual power into the blade, and his arms rounded his strength, and he raised it violently, and waved it horizontally!

I saw that where the blade had crossed, a clear cut as thin as a silk thread suddenly appeared.

With the appearance of the first traces, this closed and oppressive space made of layers of bamboo leaves is like a vacuum with air leaking, and the pressure is reduced several times.

Rin seized the opportunity and swung her sword again with the expanded traces as the center!

The blade was as fast as lightning, and almost in the blink of an eye, a few slashes fell. Not only did it enlarge the initial trace several times, but it also left countless messy knife marks all around.

The mountain of blades paused for a few seconds after a few knives fell. Then it suddenly exploded, scattering and messing everywhere!

After finally breaking free from the oppression of the blades, Rin sat on the ground with her ass on her head, just gasping for air.

"Just now, I thought I was going to be suffocated in that pile of bamboo leaves......

Rin Rin muttered to himself, although he didn't think that these bamboo leaves and green plants were any dangerous things, but he inexplicably had a feeling of immortality.

Suddenly, I felt that my body was weak, and my right arm seemed to have suddenly lost its strength, and it was difficult to even support my body, so I fell down obliquely.

Toxin......

Rin Rin suddenly remembered this stubble, he couldn't not be crushed to death, but he would be poisoned at this time, right?

Thinking of this, Rin Rin picked up the long knife from the ground, and without a moment's hesitation, the long knife went straight into his shoulder and arm!

'Tick-tick-tick-'

Blood trickled down his shoulders, first a pale red as clear as water. After a moment of flowing, it finally returned to its proper crimson dullness.

After being stabbed so deeply in his right arm, he finally gradually regained consciousness and even began to ache.

Rin took out the bandage from her waist bag, bit it with her mouth, and bandaged it briefly before she stood up again with a knife on the ground.

But after such a toss, Rin Rin's embankment and vigilance of this place have gone a little deeper.

Bamboo leaves scattered on the slate moss at your feet. These are all genuine existences, not illusory afterimages.

Rin Rin looked in the direction where the bamboo leaves were coming.

The place you see is a gloomy, rocky and rugged, there seem to be two stone lanterns standing in it, faintly reflecting the surrounding tall bamboo, a few crisp bamboo shoots.

Over there, has she been there before?

As she hesitated, trying to ease the pain from her wound. But I inadvertently saw the bamboo leaves scattered on the ground, which were slowly trembling.

Although this movement is not noticeable, it is not difficult to notice if you look closely.

Rin reached out and closed her hand to feel the subtle changes in the air around her.

Sure enough, when vision prioritizes what can be perceived, the sharpness of hearing and other senses decreases significantly.

Now I close my eyes and add the silence around me.

Not only the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves, but also some eye-catching friction and the flow of the wind direction can be clearly captured by Zen Rin.

In the courtyard, bamboo water flows, and the leaves fall silently. The wind seems to carry subtle spiritual power, inadvertently shuttling to the hairtips and wardrobes, rockery branches.

She no longer looked at the road ahead with her eyes, but just followed the direction of the wind, all the way.

If the spiritual power mixed in the wind is like a thin thread, then at this moment, this thin thread is gradually winding because of her approach.

Like a strand of three-spike braid, it gradually enters and gradually thickens, and finally converges into a thick hemp rope, which can be grasped without effort.

Along the way, the bamboo leaves on his side still hit from time to time like a blade.

But Rin barely had to exert himself to dodge through it. There is a feeling that the leaves are not sticking to the body in the midst of thousands of flowers.

'Bang-'

Suddenly, Rin Rin's forehead hit something, like a wall, or something hard.

"Hiss......" Rin opened her eyes in pain for a moment, and at the same time reached out and rubbed her somewhat red forehead that had been hit.

But then she realized that she had unknowingly walked into a place she had never been before.

She turned to look back, and behind her was the gloom of the dark clouds and the shadow of the moon, and the curvature of the long bamboo as the branches and leaves fell like an angler's fishing rod.

The dense bamboo leaves are layered and intertwined, so that the deeper scene is submerged in the heavy leaves, and there is no trace of it.

With a casual movement, the wound on the shoulder he was pulling reopened, and there was a tingling pain.

But this pain made her sober a little, otherwise she might really regard the quiet courtyard bamboo water and blade blades just now as an unreal dream.

Because from the time she first set foot here, that indescribable sense of unreality has been haunting her side, occupying her perception.

If she had been wandering in the depths of the courtyard just now, now she was finally close to the inhabited abode.

As she had thought, everything here was both real and illusory.

But what can be determined, at least for now, is that she has emerged from that illusory courtyard. Those untouchable phantoms have passed, and now the bumping forehead is red, but it is real.

In front of me, there is a small cypress wall, which has obviously not been repaired for a long time, and the original bright color has faded with time.

But there are still some spots attached to it, but it shows a different kind of beauty that has been polished over the years

Rin walked around the fence and entered through the small door. But instead of the main entrance of the building, the backyard terrace promenade is connected.

A silent promenade with a frosted wind chime hanging above the ceiling. Occasionally, when a fresh breeze blows, it makes a pleasant crisp sound.

The floor of the promenade was polished as if it were uninhabited.

A single sheet of clear paper is pasted on the sliding door, and the occasional moonlight shines faintly with the light of the stone lantern, showing a faint sense of transparency.

Rin stepped lightly on the corridor, and after standing taller, he felt that the courtyard in front of him was much wider.

The design of this courtyard is very elegant, and the cypress walls from left to right are from far to near, descending from high to low. Counting carefully, even the level of descent seems to have a certain pattern.

Although the two or three branches of the long bamboo are not as dense as the main courtyard just now, they are also very commensurate with this place.

The stones on one side form an irregular dry mountain landscape, and the white veined pebbles are scattered around, forming a perfect foil layout with the stone group.

Rin carefully observed everything here, for fear that he would miss any details, and it would be bad if he was injured by the dark sword for a while.

After making sure that everything around her was tangible and real, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked down the corridor to the main entrance of this room.

It was almost early in the morning, and the wind was much cooler.

Along the way, the crisp sound of wind chimes lingered in Rin's ears, as if to lead him to a more empty place.

Walk out of the corridor and open a sliding door. Inside are ink scrolls, and bookcases and ink treasures.

"This second-generation puppeteer, I'm afraid it's not an old scholar?"

Rin muttered quietly, not lingering too long, and opened the other door that was supposed to be the study room

Connected to the study is an empty room, with only a few bookshelves in the corner. On the shelves are all kinds of cardboard boxes, small boxes and the like, layered on top of each other.

Compared with the elegance and regularity of the courtyard, this shelf is much more casual.

Driven by curiosity, Rin walked into the shelf and leaned over to see what was inside. I didn't want to focus on it, and I was scared and almost screamed out.

Rin quickly covered her mouth, for fear of making too much noise.

She never expected that the boxes stacked on the shelves contained a bunch of hands and feet......

Those hands and feet have different shapes and skin colors. It's just messy and scattered in the boxes, and with the darkness of the room, it's like a ghost claw poking out of hell, eager to drag people into the abyss.

In the small box next door, there are various small parts such as joints and eyeballs.

Rin gradually calmed down, but he didn't dare to look closer again.

What is the habit of these second-generation puppeteers, do they make so many hands and feet to spare, or are these defective products that he is not satisfied with, so they are discarded here at will?

After that, from a small tea room to a small hall with no one in the world...... The size of the house is amazing, and Rin only felt that he opened and closed the door and passed through no room, and he didn't see half a figure around the corner.

Not even the puppeteer's bedroom was found.

Just when Rin Rin felt a little tired and was holding on to the next sliding door to calm her breath, she suddenly heard some noise coming from inside the door, squirming, like ...... Mouse?

Rin gently pulled a gap open.

Through the crack in the door, she saw that the sliding door was connected to a room that was larger than she had imagined.

Lanterns hung in the corners, and the room was faintly glowing with a pale reddish hue.

On either side of the wall, there is a straight staircase that leads to the attic on the second floor. And at the handrail of the staircase, a small bell is hung on every other step.

After a general understanding of the layout of this space, the sound of rustling sounded again.

Rin followed the sound and saw that in the empty hall on the first floor, an unsightly figure was in the space below the stairs at the moment, pouting and rummaging for something.

"The security of this place is inevitably too bad, isn't it, besides myself, there are other people mixed in?"

Looking at the vague figure reflected in the light of the lantern, and the way he rummaged through things, Rin could almost conclude that this man was not a thief, but just like herself, he had slipped into an 'uninvited guest' with other purposes. ’

Suddenly, the person in front of him stopped rummaging and got up from the gap in the stairwell.

The white puffy skirt bounced up softly, dyed with a touch of pink color against the backdrop of the lantern.

"Girl, girl?"

Rin Rin was stunned for a moment, she never thought that this guy who was called a 'little thief' by herself in her heart turned out to be a cute little Lori wearing a small dress!

But just when she was deeply immersed in this incredible, she saw that little Lori suddenly turned her head, looked directly at the Rin hiding place and said sharply, "Who is hiding where!" ”