The liquid metal changed several times, and finally regained its human form, and it was the same as the silent swordsman before. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Devouring succeeded." Mo Yan moved his hands and felt the power of this new body.

Now he has completely replaced the silent swordsman and changed into his appearance, and of course, he has also inherited the memory of this swordsman.

It's just that when Mo Yan tried to read the memory of this silent swordsman, he changed color.

"It's actually a puppet!" Mo Yan suddenly became a little angry.

This silent swordsman is a lifeless puppet!

The so-called puppet is a humanoid machine made by some other civilizations, this kind of thing is very similar to robots, but it belongs to two different types of robots, and the principle and driving mode of puppets are more inclined to fantasy civilizations, rather than science fiction civilizations and mechanical civilizations.

"No wonder this thing doesn't make a voice until it dies, it turns out that it is not a human at all, and it has no function of making a sound." Mo Yan suddenly figured out something.

"So, what kind of civilization is this civilization that can create such a powerful puppet, at least it won't be a first-level civilization or higher, right?" Mo Yan began to think secretly in his heart, and at the same time, he walked towards those slaves with unkind eyes.

The total number of these slaves was about thirty, and all of them were yellow-skinned and numb.

"They should know something." Mo Yan thought so, and was ready to ask these slaves at the moment to see if he could ask any useful information.

It's just that, the next moment, these slaves suddenly shook collectively, and then crackled and fell to the ground one after another, spitting blood from their mouths, and lost their lives in an instant.

Thirty people, all of them died in the blink of an eye.

This caught Mo Yan a little off guard, he walked forward, carefully examined the bodies of these slaves, and found that these slaves were just some normal mortals, and there was no harm in their bodies, the only suspicious place was that the backs of these slaves were all branded, and the brand was a bit like a peach blossom, bright red and dazzling.

"Cursed?" Mo Yan looked at this imprint, and suddenly remembered that there were some civilizations, and it seemed suspicious to give some curses to others, so as to kill people without a trace.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Mo Yan felt that the situation was becoming more and more incomprehensible, and he was becoming more and more interested in the civilization on the surface.

"In that case, then I will go into the city again to see what is written on the stele." Mo Yan was not convinced, and at that moment, the direct operator was the Devourer in the state of Silent Swordsman, and walked towards the side of the city.

At this moment, it is already night, and a bright moon hangs high.

The bright moonlight swayed down, and the world was silvery white. In such an atmosphere, this silent city is particularly eerie.

Mo Yan honestly walked on the road to enter the city, after all, he was now in the state of a silent swordsman, and if he wanted to meet other creatures, he should not regard him as an enemy.

The city was still quiet, without any other movement, like a dead city. However, when Mo Yan had just stepped across the city gate, the scene suddenly changed drastically.

In the city, dense crowds of people are endless, red lanterns are hung high, all kinds of dragon dances are performed wonderfully on the street, girls are gorgeously dressed, teenagers are in green shirts and weak crowns, and scholars are angry.

Laughter, lively, loud and noisy.

Mo Yan was stunned at the entrance of the city gate, looking at the scene in front of him with a strange expression, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"This ...... Is it haunted? Mo Yan's expression suddenly became vigilant, it was clear that there was silence when he entered the city, but the moment he entered the city, there was a drastic change, which gave him a premonition of entering the illusion.

A street near the city gate seems to be a bustling street in the city, with rows of shops next to each other, red lanterns hanging on the eaves, and all kinds of people coming in and out.

At this time, you must not be cowardly.

Mo Yan's expression was relaxed, and like all normal people, he blended into the sea of people.

"The new lanterns of the Shangyuan Festival, everyone who walks by comes to take a look." An old man in a sackcloth was surrounded by all kinds of lanterns, red and green, attracting many onlookers.

"Freshly caught soul slaves, each only one or two silver, first come, first served." Similarly, in another shop, a teenager wearing a small hat began to shout loudly.

The streets are full of this noisy noise.

Mo Yan understood that tonight seemed to be a special festival, which is why it was so lively. He wandered around until he came to the slave shop.

For some reason, when these mortals saw Mo Yan, they were all a little inexplicably afraid, and even unconsciously lowered their posture and dodged their eyes.

It seemed that Mo Yan's current appearance as a silent swordsman made them a little afraid.

When the slave shop saw Mo Yan come in, he gasped and trembled, and he didn't say anything, just looked at Mo Yan with fear.

Mo Yan ignored him, but came to the slave shop, and found that there were rows of cages in the shop, and the cages contained slaves with disheveled heads, and the backs of these slaves were all branded, shaped like plum blossoms.

"My lord, I'm ......," the shopkeeper walked forward, as if to say something.

Mo Yan waved his hand, but did not speak. Because he knew that the silent swordsman was a puppet, and as soon as he spoke, he would be exposed.

These slaves were exactly the same as the ones he met in the jungle, and they seemed to be the [soul slaves] in the mouth of the little guy.

Mo Yan took a deep look at these numb slaves, and then left without looking back, leaving behind a little guy with an inexplicable face.

On the street, the lights are bright.

Suddenly, the crowd began to stir a little.

"It's Lord Banshee, everyone get down." I don't know who shouted, and the other people on the street changed their faces and began to kneel on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Mo Yan didn't kneel, because the silent swordsman was a puppet, he would only perform some simple tasks mechanically, and if he knelt down as emotionally as a person, it would attract the attention of others.

As the rows of people fell to their knees, Mo Yan could see that there were also several other puppet swordsmen standing still on the street, they seemed to be used to maintain the security of tonight's lantern festival, and Mo Yan simply stood still like them.

Anyway, almost no one can tell now that he's not a puppet swordsman.

In the distance, a sedan chair was lifted by several soul slaves and walked towards this direction.

The sedan chair is luxuriously decorated, a few strands of cloth hang down, the breeze blows, and the figure of the person inside is faintly visible.

"It seems to be a woman." Mo Yan saw a woman's smile and white thighs through the cloth.

"Mother, aren't all the banshees so beautiful?" Kneeling next to Mo Yan was a mother and daughter, the daughter was only four or five years old, and asked curiously to the current person next to her.

"Shhhh The older woman hurriedly covered her mouth and looked at Mo Yan with some panic.

Seeing that Mo Yan's expression had not changed, he breathed a sigh of relief.