The black object flew out of the bedroom along the puppet line and landed on Shao Zhengye's shoulder.

The long tail vertebrae hung down and rested on his back, and a few locks of gray hair fell down, and the young man saw the shriveled back of his head on Shao Zhengye's shoulder.

He hooked out of the bedroom with a puppet line and was a monster with a human head and a centipede body.

The narrow body hanging on his back is gray, and there is a wooden calf under the abdomen of each bamboo joint, and there are more than a dozen of them down one by one, and each joint is connected by a mortise and tenon structure, flexible and ingenious.

"Click",

The head that rested on Shao Zhengye's shoulder also turned around, and under the gray-white hair was an old and strange face, with thin lines on the dark gray face, dense wrinkles were all carved, and there were obvious black gaps in the mouth, like the interface of a mechanism.

"Oh, Karakuri puppet",

The young man reached out to wipe away the blood that had spilled from under the white fox's mask.

I had heard that Shao Zhengye's puppetry was very exquisite, and the puppets he made were both flawless works of art and extremely terrifying killing machines, and anyone who had seen his puppetry was already dead.

The young man boasted that his cultivation was not bad, but he didn't dare to fight Shao Zhengye seriously, and the shadow had fled, and he had no chance of winning.

Seeing that his eyes were cold, and it was obvious that he was moved by murderous intent, the young man chuckled, suddenly rose from the ground, smashed through the roof with a "bang", and fled without a trace in a flash.

Yang Xian's face turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, the Imperial Soul Guards flew up one after another, and the fish rushed out.

Shao Zhengye said: "You don't have to chase, go and monitor all the people in the God of Wealth Pavilion, but if there are those who are ready to move, don't worry."

"Yes", Yang Xian agreed, and couldn't help reminding: "City Lord, the thieves sneaked in this time, nine times out of ten, it is for the Gao Tang Mirror, don't you go and take a look at ......",

Before he finished speaking, a cold gaze shot on his face, his heart trembled, he hurriedly lowered his head and frowned, and the rest of the words were held back.

"The subordinates will go",

Seeing Shao Zhengye's head lightly, Yang Xian was like being amnestied, and he walked out of the Taichang Hall with a gun.

Outside the Taichang Palace, the Qinye Building has become a ruin, the Taiping Order, Su Curtain Cover, Qingping Harmony Xingxiangzi swept out of the main hall to see the dust and smoke in the sky and the head that was thrown out of the hall from time to time.

The head of a scribe who has been reviewing documents in the building for many years.

These people are all carefully cultivated by Shao Zhengye to deal with political affairs, and only the talented people in Yuelu Academy are eligible to participate in the selection, and such selections are usually not one in ten.

The Taiping Order also relied on these scribes on weekdays, and when he saw that they were still trampled on like this after death, he was immediately furious, and with a cold snort, he strode forward.

With every step he took, a deep footprint was trapped on the floor, and his inner cultivation was evident as if he had already cultivated, and his clenched fingers also curled up.

Someone who dares to kill and humiliate the corpse outside the Taichang Palace, this is simply slapping his old face, and if he doesn't break the corpses of these thieves into ten thousand pieces today, he doesn't have to be the peace order anymore.

However, he had only taken three steps forward before he stopped, and looked at the dusty ruins with a look of shock in his eyes.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the three figures came from far and near, and when they came, the four of them were still full of anger, and Sen Han's killing intent came through, but when they gradually approached and the figure gradually became clear, Sen Han's killing intent suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a look of surprise and consternation.

Through the smoke and dust in front of them, the four of them saw the familiar black silk shirt, the demon mask, and the jade-inlaid gold belt around their waists.

Walking slowly from the ruins, it turned out to be three identical Shao Zhengye.

Shao Zhengye was long, wearing a black silk shirt all year round, wearing a gold belt around his waist, and wearing a demon mask on his face, as long as someone with a similar body shape wanted to pretend to be him, it was really simple.

It's just that the body shape can change, but the aura gushing out of the body can't change.

The aura of the three people who came over was also demonic, but they did not have the slightest bit of the evil aura of Zhengye.

The four of them are all battle-hardened, and they reacted immediately after being shocked, Taiping Ling shouted angrily, his right fist shook, and his aura surged, and the fist wind lifted the bricks and stones under his feet as soon as he moved, and he swept out on his toes, like a mad lion.

Taiping Ling Shangguan Longyun always looks kind on weekdays, and his life is clear and peaceful, just like his official name, but when he really gets angry, it is like a thunderbolt.

"Rat dares",

Although he is already old, his majesty has not diminished back then, and a punch is the power of a landslide and a crack, and the floor under his feet where the fist wind passes is shattered, and such a punch can be killed instantly even by the brute beasts of Wanshou Mountain.

And the strange man wearing the mask of the demon just chuckled, facing his fist wind, striding forward, stretching out his hand and gently squeezing it in front of him when the fist wind was blowing, the violent fist wind immediately disappeared for no reason, and the palm of his hand reached forward to meet Taiping Ling's fierce punch.

"Peng",

The huge force erupted from Taiping Ling's hand, and the aura surged, but before the spiritual wave could spread out, it was pressed back by the strange man wearing the demon mask, and the flood of aura actually contracted inward.

Immediately, the strange man's aura poured back down the palm of his hand, and silently the fist of the Taiping Order was covered with a layer of gold dust.

"Turning stones into gold?",

"You are turning stones into gold",

When he saw the gold dust that had been wrapped in a layer of gold dust, Taipingling's heart was shocked, and he immediately made a decision, and his left hand turned into a knife to cut off his right wrist with a "snort", ignoring the splashing blood, and flew back with a white face.

When he looked at the strange man again, his face was already terrified.

The reason why he is called "Turning Stone into Gold" is because no matter who touches his hand, he will no longer be flesh and blood when infiltrated by his aura, but will become a golden statue, with this vicious kung fu, even people who are much higher than him will often be planted in his hands.

In the information about the God of Wealth Pavilion collected by Liu Wendian, the threat to the theater city was no less than that of Zhuang Jiang, and the high-ranking Taiping Ling certainly knew him very well, and it was precisely because of this that he chose a strong man to break his wrist at the first time, and cut off a wrist that had been hit without hesitation.

Although his face was pale in pain, he didn't regret it at all, because it was just that the wrist held by the strange man in his hand in just a few breaths had completely turned golden, and if he hesitated a little, he wouldn't know if it was as simple as a wrist.

Dian Shi Chengjin glanced at him lightly, threw away the golden wrist with a low chuckle and strode over.

"The God of Wealth Pavilion turns stones into gold, turns bloody hands, withered leaves and butterflies come to visit the theater city, and the blood washes the Taichang Palace, please wash your necks and wait",