That's the person on the tip of her heart, she died so hastily, so what was she leaving for?

She must have killed the man with her own hands.

She endured her grief and climbed over the wall into the Zifu, in the dead of night, and there was no one for a long time. I just wanted to see him and say goodbye to him, but when I saw him, I had other thoughts.

What was the one who put him in the coffin with him?

Why did you put this thing next to him?

Is it something he likes?

She reached out and picked it up gently, but it was just a puppet doll that was not done, and suddenly she covered her face and cried silently.

Compared with the puppets she made with lifelike faces, this unfinished puppet is really rough, but the appearance of the puppet doll is similar to his, holding an oil-paper umbrella tightly in his hand, and even clumsily tattooing two words on his chest, Wuya.

In the days of Wuya's absence, he flipped through a lot of ancient books about puppet shows. Legend has it that if you make a puppet doll in your own appearance and tattoo the name of the person you like on your heart, you can tie it to the person you like, and you will never be separated for the rest of your life.

He happily took such a legend seriously, and every day he buried himself in researching how to make a puppet doll, so that he could tie himself to his favorite Wuya.

Wuya is the name of the person he has always kept in his heart.

Maybe he has never liked anyone, but he liked it for the first time, he was very cautious, and he didn't dare to show his heart too directly, for fear of scaring the woman who was as pure as a mountain and rain, so he had to stand under the locust tree she first met with her umbrella and wait for her, wanting to grow old with her like this.

Those tender thoughts that had not had time to be said came to an abrupt end.

Now in such a terrible and tragic way, it was revealed in front of her eyes, and it weighed heavily on her heart, as if a lock had been dropped.

I clearly hope that he can live a better life.

How so?

Because she really likes such a person, she is reluctant to let him choose, reluctant to put her in a difficult situation with her family after he chooses her, and she doesn't expect to be able to join hands with him, so she can only bury that little delusion about him in her heart, hoping that he will raise her eyebrows with the woman who is an exceptionally good match next to him, and she will be a couple for a lifetime.

He was happy, and she felt satisfied.

But how did you get pushed down like this?

Is she doing it wrong?

If she is braver, more domineering, and takes possession of him, she will definitely hold him at the tip of her heart, protect him well, and protect him well for the rest of her life, so that no one can hurt him.

With such undeclared tenderness, how could she just watch him die?

She must save him!

She quietly took Zixin's body, ran around for several days, and returned to her home where she hadn't set foot for more than ten years.

She has always been unable to identify with the family's generational secrets, the home she left early at a young age.

Ordinary puppeteers make all kinds of puppet dolls, and they also have many, many puppet dolls, male and female, beautiful and ugly, as long as they are

They thought, as much as they wanted.

However, the people of their family can only have one puppet in their lifetime.

Because they take the living as puppets and can only do one in their lifetime, they are called living puppeteers.

Living puppets are no different from real people, and even the touch is the same as real people. Such a puppet is like the most faithful shadow of the puppeteer, inseparable, killing people only for a moment, the two people are a whole, so that people can't tell the truth from the false.

She had always thought such a puppet was bloody and cruel before, but now she ...... I really want to be one with Zi Xin, she will never have other puppets in the future, and she will never be separated from Zi Xin for the rest of her life.

Her return did not cause much turmoil, because such a puppeteer itself is pitifully scarce, there are few puppeteers, there may be only one living puppeteer among thousands of ordinary puppeteers, and she pays great attention to bloodline, she wants to come back very simply, all she needs to pay is that she will no longer be an ordinary puppeteer in the future, she can no longer write her own drama books, she can no longer perform puppet shows on the streets, she can no longer be other puppet dolls, she has to obey the orders of the family, take her puppet to kill people to carry out tasks, become the family's emotionless cold blade, and a rib removed from the body。

I used to hate the fate I wanted to escape, but now it has become like an antidote, losing Zixin is really too painful, only in this way can Zixin come back to life and stay by her side forever.

Give everything in exchange for anything, anything.

She knelt in the ancestral hall, and the woman standing next to her was gorgeous, and the tattoos on her face were particularly charming, even if she was no longer in her prime, she was still charming, and that woman was her mother.

Her mother looked at her with less eagerness than her own puppet, which had been her father's and mother's triumph.

Wu Ya just lowered her eyelids, looking at the puppet who was obviously not breathing but looked like a living person, accompanied by the imperceptible movement of her mother's fingertips, and slowly walked in front of her, the cold hands lifted her face, the touch was no different from a living person, and then there was a tingling pain on her face, densely, it was a heartache.

Stitch by stitch, tattoo on the face, a tattoo mark belonging to the puppeteer of the living.

She was silent the whole time, and there was a dead silence in her eyes.

When the puppet retreated, the person in the mirror in front of him was familiar and unfamiliar, and it was clear that his plain face seemed to have changed his face.

There are two more symmetrical strange tattoos on the snow-white cheeks, like two curved crescents, and there are four stars under the crescent, extending to the end of the eyes, adding a bit of charm to that face.

She raised her fingertips and touched her face, hoping that Zixin would still recognize her.

"The sting is good. ”

The mother reached out and stroked her puppet, smiled and praised, and when she looked at her, there was still no extra emotion in her eyes, and casually threw down a bright sharp knife in front of her, and snorted coldly.

The mother spoke in a tone that seemed to be laughing with her.

"Are you here for this little punishment yourself, or do you need me to help you?"

With the pain of deboning, punish those who betray the family.

She glanced at the tattoo on her face, reached for the knife, and held it to her waist.

"Filthy blood, why bother my mother, I'll come by myself. ”

"Puff ......"

She gritted her teeth, only to feel a cone pain, the knife was extremely sharp, and the coldness that pierced into the skin was still extremely clear, cutting through her flesh and blood, piercing into her bones little by little, and the sharp pain swept over the heavenly spirit cover, like Ling Chi at once.

She still couldn't hold back her screams, which made people's scalps tingle.

The pain was so sharp that she couldn't remember how she had picked out a bone.

When she took out the bloody bone from her body and threw it on the ground, she couldn't stand her knees and her eyes went black.

The last thing that remained in the sight seemed to be the mother's changed eyes.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to have a thousand cuts.

However, the pain of death and life is no longer important.

Only by inheriting the secret technique of the puppeteer of the living can she save Zi Xin alive, but it is just a rib, what does it matter.

To make Zixin stand in front of her alive again, she is willing to remove the bones of her whole body and cut off the flesh of her whole body.

The injury was just right, and she still had a bandage around her waist, and she was already immersed in the secret art of the living puppet.

She has to master it quickly, she can wait, Zixin can't wait.

Time is a merciless executioner, and a body that has lost its soul is always left short.

The mother came to see her puppet once, and the mother, not very satisfied with the dead body, looked away after one look.

"Why do you want to use dead people? The puppets that come out of this way are meaningless, and when people are dead, how can they be called puppets of living people?"

The mother's puppets and the puppets of other people in the family are made of living people, and when they are still breathing body temperature, they are made into puppets, and their skin will remain soft at that time, and the puppets made are intact and unrecognizable, and outsiders cannot see them at all.

But when she brought back this body, it was clear that it had lost signs of life, and it was just a completely cold corpse.

Although the words were very hurtful, it was the first time that her mother cared about her after she came back.

She pursed her lips in reply.

"I love this body. ”

Like this man, come for him.

Hearing this, her mother glanced at her, didn't say anything more, and turned away.

After a month of continuous efforts, one day, her fingers moved, her Zixin opened her eyes, and her lifeless gaze fell on her.

The puppet is done.

She threw herself over and hugged him and cried.

She had waited too long for such a day.

Her Zixin is finally alive!

This time she will protect him well, protect him with her life, and life and death cannot separate them.