It wasn't until he heard Meng Yu's call early the next morning that Song Qingyi came out of the space.

After reading an ancient book on puppetry for a night, Song Qingyi also knew something about puppetry.

The so-called puppetry is to make a living person into a puppet, which is controlled by the puppeteer behind the scenes, which can be said to be inhumane.

Thinking that the emperor of Ye State died because of this, and she and Meng Yu were still in a pot, Song Qingyi decided to find the person behind it to teach her a good lesson.

During breakfast, Song Qingyi was still looking around, only to see that the paper man was still staring at them.

"You noticed that, too?" Meng Yu said when he saw that Song Qingyi also had a paper man by his side.

Song Qingyi nodded and lowered his voice and said, "I think it's the people in this village who are using it to spy on us, let's not act rashly in the past two days, and wait for them to relax their vigilance." ”

Anyway, there's still time for them to investigate.

In the past two days, Song Qingyi and Meng Yu were very leisurely, as if they were playing here. Even if there was a piece of paper staring behind them, they didn't see it.

When the villagers saw that Song Qingyi and Meng Yu hadn't left yet, their eyes became more and more ruthless.

"These two people are still in the village, they must want to disadvantage us, we can't sit still anymore." The surrounding villagers looked at the backs of the two and began to discuss.

"Kill them! Kill them! ”

More and more people are demanding that the two be killed, and it is clear that they have already set their sights on killing.

And Song Qingyi and Meng Yu, as usual, after finishing dinner, chatting for a while and then going to rest.

It's just that this time Song Qingyi noticed that something was wrong when she entered the door.

At the moment when Song Qingyi stepped into the door, many paper people suddenly rushed in from outside the window, constantly attacking Song Qingyi.

Seeing this, Meng Yu hurriedly pulled Song Qingyi behind him, and then began to fight with the paper people.

However, the large number of paper people, coupled with their small size, caught Meng Yu off guard.

Thinking of the ancient books he had seen about puppetry, Song Qingyi hurriedly used the techniques he learned from the books to defeat the paper people one by one.

"Are you alright?" Song Qingyi asked Meng Yu worriedly.

"It's fine." Even though there was no major problem, Meng Yu still had blood on his arm.

Seeing this, Song Qingyi hurriedly found something to clean up Meng Yu's wound and bandage it.

"It's all like this, and they say it's okay." Looking at the wound where blood kept gushing out, Song Qingyi couldn't help but blame.

Meng Yu quietly watched Song Qingyi bandage himself and didn't say anything.

After dealing with Meng Yu's wounds, looking at the paper people in the place, Song Qingyi suddenly found something and said, "Why are there still threads on these paper people?" ”

Meng Yu took a closer look, and then looked up at Song Qingyi suspiciously: "No line?" ”

Song Qingyi was stunned, could it be that only he could see this line? Could there be any clues at the other end of the line?

Looking at the line extending all the way out of the window, Song Qingyi thought to himself.

"You have a good rest here, I'll go and see." Song Qingyi instructed.

Just as Song Qingyi was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Meng Yu, and saw Meng Yu say with a serious face: "No, it's so late now, it's dangerous at night, what if I encounter what happened just now?" If you have to go out, I'll take it with you. ”

"No, you have to take care of your injuries now, and you just saw that I have a way to deal with these paper people. Don't worry, wait until I get back. Song Qingyi comforted Meng Yu, and only then did he get Meng Yu's consent.

"You must come back early, and if I don't see you for a long time, I'll look for you." For Song Qingyi acting alone, Meng Yu was still a little uneasy. Nine peaches

Song Qingyi agreed directly, and then searched all the way along the line on the paper man.

When he came to an open space, Song Qingyi found that there was a child not far away who was holding the threads in his hand.

"You did those paper people?"

When he heard the voice behind him, the child turned around and saw Song Qingyi behind him.

Song Qingyi didn't expect that the person who manipulated the paper piece was a child, and he was still a very cute little Zhengtai.

When the child saw Song Qingyi, his eyes suddenly changed.

When he saw Song Qingyi walking towards him, the child's eyes were a little frightened, and he didn't know when he was holding a dagger in his hand, and he was about to go towards his neck.

"What are you doing here!" Seeing this, Song Qingyi hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the dagger from the child's hand.

I just found him and wanted to ask the reason, as for suicide?

The child didn't say a word from beginning to end, and looked straight at Song Qingyi with a pair of eyes.

When he put away the dagger in his hand and checked that there were no other sharp weapons on the child's body, Song Qingyi squatted directly in front of him and asked seriously, "Why did you kill me?" Why? ”

However, the child was as if he were mute, and did not reveal a word.

Seeing that the child didn't want to say anything, Song Qingyi didn't continue to ask, but picked up some dry firewood to make a fire.

In order to prevent the child from escaping, Song Qingyi tied the child with a rope, and then left him alone.

The firelight kept jumping and reflected the shadows of the two, and Song Qingyi was in no hurry to fiddle with the firewood.

When the child saw that Song Qingyi didn't ask himself anything, and he didn't mean to torture him, a puzzled look appeared on his little face: "Why don't you force me?" Don't you want to know something? ”

Hearing the child's immature voice, Song Qingyi set his eyes on him.

If he hadn't spoken, she would have thought he was mute.

"Would you say if I asked you?" Song Qingyi asked rhetorically.

The child shook his head.

"Since we asked you, and you won't say, why should I waste my saliva asking you." Saying that, Song Qingyi got up directly, "But what you said is also right, I do want to know some things, but you don't want to say it, so I'll check it myself." ”

After speaking, Song Qingyi directly carried the child and began to survey the surroundings.

Since the child is here, there must be something unusual around here, and you may be able to find some clues.

Sure enough, soon Song Qingyi found a strange house not far away.

Seeing this, Song Qingyi took the child and walked towards the house.

However, as he walked, the child began to struggle continuously, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not break free from the rope.

Seeing the child's actions, a smile appeared on the corner of Song Qingyi's mouth.

It seems that there is something strange about the house in front of you.

Coming to the door of the house, Song Qingyi looked at it, and then pushed the door in. When he saw the scene in front of him, Song Qingyi was stunned for a moment.

Looking through the moonlight, I saw that there were many puppets placed inside, which looked eerie and terrifying under the moonlight, and people couldn't help but shiver.

Song Qingyi frowned, how many people do so many puppets need, thinking of so many innocent people being made into puppets, Song Qingyi couldn't help but curse in his heart.