"Dang!"

When an abrupt crash sounded, the blade in Wada's hand did not fall, but flew out of his hand, swirling and falling in the other direction of the street.

The blade trembled in midair, and with a sound like it was about to break, it reflected the glimmer of light in the morning mist, and Mamoru Wada's face had become dazed again, and it fell to the ground weakly.

"When. When the silence was broken by this crisp sound, Mamoru Wada and the brothers behind him froze in place.

At this time, they saw clearly what had hit Mamoru Wada's knife.

It was a doll, a half-human, a strange puppet with a pale face and a brocade robe.

Its eyes are blank, and its dull face always indicates that it is just a dead thing. Its hands and feet were half-hanging, and its neck was twisted, but it still stood there in a strange posture, stopping in front of Mamoru Wada.

In the light morning mist, its long black hair fell to the ground, and its cracked mouth opened slightly, as if revealing an extremely terrifying smile, but it seemed to be expressionless.

"Ahh Glancing at the puppet in front of him, and the people on the street who were frozen, Li Si, who was standing in the door, said lightly.

"It seems that there is nothing to do with me, you can talk slowly. ”

With that, he drooped his eyes and slowly closed the door of the restaurant.

"Squeak. ”

The creaking of the wooden door was so clear in the empty street, like a wooden saw, slowly pulling against everyone's hearts, making people's breathing hard.

The only people left in the street were Mamoru Wada and the puppet who was still standing.

The strange old man still sat quietly in his shop, wearing the makeup that couldn't tell if it was a man or a ghost, fiddling with his fingers.

Wada Mamoru looked back at the knife he had fallen to the ground, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost the last of his lustre, and even that little madness had dissipated, leaving only an empty body.

And the people behind him were staring at the puppet that appeared for some reason, and they all pulled out the knives in their arms.

It's just that their hands holding knives are a little trembling, and it is clear that people always have a natural fear of such strange and unknown things.

They didn't know what it was, they didn't know if it was alive or dead, they knew that it moved, and when they laughed, it was like their faces were cracked.

At this moment, in the shop on the side of the street, the strange old man calmly turned his head sideways and clenched one of his palms unhurriedly.

"Click, click, click, click. ”

With the sound of joint movement, in the mist, around Wada Mamoru and the others, seven or eight puppets of different appearances once again stood up.

Some of them are short and stocky, some are thin, some have four pairs of eyes, and some have eight arms.

But without exception, their faces were lifeless, like dead bodies pulled by people with threads, slowly approaching everyone.

"Youkai······ They're youkai ······"

Finally, a man with a knife could no longer stand the strange atmosphere, muttered to himself, suddenly screamed, raised his knife and slashed at one of the dolls.

"Ahhhh

He shouted, waving the sword in his hand indiscriminately, he must have been completely distracted.

He chased and slashed an eight-eyed puppet, which wandered between his chaotic blades at will, so that each of his swords could only fall against the puppet's body, and could not hurt the puppet in the slightest.

And the four pairs of eyes of the puppet were always staring at him. Suddenly, the puppet stretched out a hand and easily choked the man's throat, the pale and slender palm seemed to have an irresistible force, pinching the man's face red, and the knife in his hand unconsciously loosened and fell between the stone slabs on the ground.

"Ho ho ho ······"

The man's hands struggled weakly, tugging at the puppet's palms, with a look of horror in his eyes.

He looked at the puppet's eight eyes, and felt that he had seen the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life.

However, perhaps because he felt a little impatient, or maybe he didn't want to get his hands dirty, the puppet didn't kill the man, but threw him to the side of the street.

"Bang!" With a muffled thud, the man fell to the side of the street.

After picking up a life, he didn't dare to hesitate, got up from the ground in a hurry, muttered the word monster in his mouth, and ran away lifelessly.

At the same time, several other dolls around the crowd also moved.

"Click, click, click. The long-haired puppet grinned, as if it let out a strange laugh, and its body swayed, as if a demonic wind had rushed into the crowd.

The eight-armed puppet lies on the ground, crawling with its arms, shuttling between the crowds.

The chunky puppet ripped open its stomach and shot countless flying needles from it, piercing the wrists of people holding knives.

The wizened puppet stands in place, waving its hands as if meaninglessly, but if you look closely, you can see that each of its fingers has threads as thin as hairs, which are attached to the other dolls.

This is the secret of the strange old man's ability to manipulate multiple puppets at the same time in addition to his internal qi, he manipulates the puppets, and also lets the puppets manipulate the dolls.

In the morning mist, the voices became noisy, and when the noise gradually subsided, the streets were left with only Wada Mamoru kneeling and a mess of swords.

The dolls didn't kill anyone, they just left their swords behind and scared their guts.

At this time, except for Mamoru Wada, everyone else had already run away.

Mamoru Wada knelt on the ground in a trance, looking at the puppet slowly approaching beside him. In the mist, they did look like ghosts and gods who had come to order them.

But Mamoru Wada just thought with a dead expression.

Is this the punishment of the Tendo God (and the gods of the samurai of his country) for the despicable?

Now he is the same as these puppets, and he can't tell whether he is alive or dead.

He's lost everything that would sustain his movements, his dignity, his bushido, and his sword.

"Click······" When a receding sound rang out.

In front of Mamoru Wada, the doll disappeared, and then came a young man with a wide robe and slender eyes.

He wore a pale makeup, a little blood red on his lips, and stared at Mamoru Wada with a blank face.

"Can you give me a sword?" Mamoru Wada knelt and said softly, "Maybe at the last moment, I want to die as a samurai." ”

There was silence in front of him for a long time, and I don't know how long it took before a voice finally came.

"You're the worst samurai I've ever seen. ”

If Li Si was here, he would be surprised.

Because he will find that it is strange that the old man can actually speak, and it is still with his own country.