She ...... And all this...... What the hell is going on......"

I asked stiffly.

Instead of answering me, Ma Rui muttered to himself.

"My family used to be poor.

Now this thatched hut is what my house used to be......

My mom went to the vegetable market on the street and picked up rotten vegetable leaves that others didn't want and cooked them for me to eat.

The clothes I wear are always the most torn.

The people I play with look down on me.

Except for her......

She was very nice to me.

But I don't know why, I just don't like her.

I realized later that I didn't like her, not because she was ugly, not because she was stupid.

It's because she always wants to be in control of my life......

She chooses for me and plans for my future.

I'm like a marionette in her hand......

She always thinks she's doing good for me, but I really hate it.

Twenty years ago it was like this, and twenty years later......

Or is it like this......

Ironically, I really became her marionette, living under her control.

In my heart, I have accepted the arrangement of fate......

I was born to be with her.

There is only one puppet, and there is only one one person who controls the puppet......

But she ......

But there are so many puppets......

I'm just one of them......

In my world, it's all her......

But in her world, there are too many me......

I always knew that I wasn't her only one. Just like a child will not have only one toy, the 'puppet controller' will not have only one doll.

It's just that I've been lying to myself all the time, lying to myself, and I'm the most special one for her.

Thank you for letting me see that letter......

Gave me a reason to get rid of her.

This time, I finally had the option to be myself......

Now that I'm dying, you can't control me anymore and make decisions for me.

Finally, I would like to ask you for one thing......

For me, kill her......

Don't let more people ...... like me"

Ma Rui stretched out his hand, shoved something cold into my hand, and suddenly tilted his head, convulsed and collapsed on the chair!

Blood, spilling out of Ma Rui's mouth.

Tick, tick......

Crisp and terrifying.

He actually bit his tongue and killed himself......

We looked at each other, and we were all shocked by the scene in front of us.

He said he was a puppet of the Weaver Girl.

I guess the Weaver Girl controls him through the weird blood he spits out.

And the Weaver Girl, in addition to him, has many puppets; He couldn't accept it, so he was bent on dying.

The relationship between Ma Rui and the Weaver Girl is more complicated than I imagined.

In order to prevent Ma Rui from cheating to death, I specially checked it, and the cold body temperature, the pulse that stopped beating, and the broken tongue on the ground all proved the authenticity of his death.

The blood that he spat out, I also checked it.

This thing was covered in blood before, and it looked like a real person.

But after a closer look, I realized that it was just a puppet woven from very thin threads.

The inside of the puppet is also filled with this style of silk thread.

Soaked in blood, the original color of the silk thread cannot be seen.

Out of the puppet's head, I dug up a white bug the size of a palm.

Like a silkworm chrysalis, but already dead.

Why do puppets move as freely as people?

The person who talked to Ma Rui before, could it be that the dead worm can't do it?

Why is there such a strange thing in Ma Rui's stomach?

The more I think about it, the more incredible it becomes.

I looked down to see what he had put in my hand.

It is a key covered with patina, and the words 'production workshop' are also written in Juanxiu's handwriting.

The word of Autumn Moon Plum!

It's old, at least twenty years old.

It should be the target I've been looking for, the running production workshop.

The Weaver Girl should be there too.

But where is the door that corresponds to this key?

Woooooo

Just when we hesitated, outside the factory, there was a terrible scream!

It's a woman's cry......

Heart-wrenching, hysterical, as hopeless as if the whole world had been lost.

Could it be the Weaver Girl?

"Go see what's going on out there?"

We looked at each other, both of us were a little stunned, stepped on the bones, and hurried out.

The screams echoed repeatedly in the underground palace, making people's scalps tingle.

Qin Yu listened with his ears pricked up for a long time before he judged the location of the sound source.

The sound actually came from the altar, the closed scarlet door!

But on the back of the scarlet gate, there is nothing at all!

My Adam's apple is rolling, is it possible that behind the door, there is another 'obsession cage' of a 'human pillar'?

We hit the flashlight on the altar and the door, and after a while, we finally found a keyhole in the stone door.

It's hidden.

Look at the hole type, it matches the key given to us by Ma Rui.

"Do you really want to go in?"

Ah Zhu's face was a little pale, and the screams inside the door were too miserable, it didn't look like a human could make it, and she was really frightened.

"Stand behind me, and I'll protect you no matter what happens."

I patted my chest and assured her, then used the key to open the door.

There was a click, and the door opened.

But it wasn't the Crimstone Door that opened.

Rather, it is the altar under the stone gate, revealing a small opening one meter square.

Below the stone gate, there is another cave!

It was from here that the terrible screams came from.

The production workshop is not in the underground palace, but under the underground palace.

The prevention work has been done to the extreme.

I thought to myself.

On the side wall of the hole, there is a row of old ladders.

Late is changing, we have reached this point, we no longer hesitate, a few people climbed the ladder, fish into the hole.

Blurred vision.

The air was filled with a scarlet and strange mist.

It's blood.

Human blood.

The mist of human blood is almost about to condense!

I can't imagine how many lives have been tragically killed here.

After settling down, we looked around.

The underground palace under the stone gate is about the size of a football field.

But it's crowded and narrow.

There are all kinds of old machines inside, and they all seem to be silk weaving machines.

These machines are all rumbling.

Silk threads, shuttled between these machines, are produced.

The color of these threads is red.

In the midst of enchantment, there is terror.

The puppet that Ma Rui spits out seems to be the same color and specification of silk thread.

I soon realized why these threads were the color they were.

Not far in front of us, there were two huge circular pools.

One inside, filled with scarlet blood.

The other was filled with human stumps......

A terrifying silk thread, already red, runs between the two pools.

It's even more scarlet......

Eventually, they rolled into huge balls of thread and piled up on the ground.

Next to the ball of thread, a quirky girl is sitting there, holding a spinning needle, weaving the ball of thread into the shape of a 'human'.

What she weaved was almost exactly the same as the puppet that Ma Rui spat out of his mouth!

Hearing the footsteps of the comer, the quirky girl was stunned at first, then ecstatic, and shouted, "Please, save me!" ”

Ah Zhu's body trembled, and he asked in disbelief, "Little Peach?" ”

The 'Weaver Girl' who sat in the spinning wheel and weaved bloody puppets was actually Sun Xiaotao?

"Azhu?"

Sun Xiaotao was stunned: "Why are you here?" ”

"We're here to find the Weaver Girl."

Ah Zhu said hesitantly, she was frightened by the scene in front of her.

"The woman was sitting right behind me at the door!

Help me, I'm under her control every day, and I'm going crazy! ”

After listening to Sun Xiaotao's words, we were stunned to find that there were more than a dozen invisible scarlet threads on her body, manipulating her like marionettes and making all kinds of movements.

It's just that the blood in the air is too strong, and the entire production workshop is basically scarlet style, so we didn't see it at the first time.

The other end of the line, through the hinges of the top plate, extends to the position of the interior wall.

On the wall, there is an eerie gate, the style of the gate is almost the same as the stone door on the altar.

But more glamorous, bloodier......

On the door, there is a carved pattern like a decoration.

Complex, mysterious, and eerie.

A woman sits on this carving.

With a paper mask.

The eyes are cold.

Like a wounded beast.

The fingertips of each finger are wrapped in thin silk threads.

It's like a puppeteer manipulating a puppeteer.

High up and in charge.

"You still dare to come down and die......"

The woman's voice was cold and piercing.

I couldn't help but shudder.

Cold, but unusually familiar.

Her voice is exactly the same as Qiu Yuemei's voice!

The roar we heard in the dungeon before naturally came from her mouth.

"You are the Weaver Girl......"

I stood in front of her.

"The Weaver Girl is who I used to be, representing my failed and boring life.

But then, I received the most sublime relief.

Now my name is 'puppeteer'......

Ma Rui is my first doll.

It's also my favorite doll.

I like it until I keep him in the position closest to me, and I like it enough to let him guard the door of the production workshop......

But you guys!

I actually killed him, do you know how important he is to me?

You are unforgivable......

I'm going to make you all puppets......

Let you live under my control, and experience the torment of life worse than death every day, and wash away your sins with fear day after day. ”

The voice of the Weaver Girl, the 'puppeteer', was so sharp that it was piercing.

Her fingers trembled, like playing a lute.

Beautiful, elegant, but palpitating.

Silk threads, fluttering up and down with her quivering fingertips.

'Plop! ’

An eerie sound came from two large pools.

A figure was dragged out of the pool where the stumps were stacked, pulled by silk threads.

Under the manipulation of the 'puppeteer', he came to us.

"Ahh

Ah Zhu screamed in horror, and tears were scared out!

Qin Yu and I also gasped!

The people who flew out of the pool, the three of us, all knew ......

It's the old man of the porter......

When we entered the door, they talked and laughed with us, treated us like thieves, and beat me with a broom......

I didn't expect to meet him on such an occasion......

He's alive......

But......

Life is better than death......

Every joint on his body had been removed, and his limbs were limp and hanging on the ground.

Like a snake in human skin......

His body, under the traction of silk threads, twisted into various shapes far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

For example, at this moment, his back and head are facing us at the same time......