23 Confucius Jigsaw Puzzle 9

◎A limp human body rolled twice, half of it turned into pulp◎

Everyone looked at each other.

The man with the duck voice was the first to lose his composure. He shrank his head and whispered, "How about... I go?"

Helan Dao laughed and bluntly rejected his request: "Forget it, you definitely can't do it. If you run so slowly, you might be smacked to death by the statue before you even reach the ground."

After hearing Helan Dao's ridicule, for some reason, Gongyasheng breathed a sigh of relief, but this sigh of relief also made him feel a little guilty.

No matter what, he has expressed his stance, so he can't be considered a coward...right?

In order not to appear too selfish, he glanced at Xu Wenjun and Wang Kunshu and said, "But I think you two definitely can't go down."

In particular, the two of them are like plug-ins.

Xu Wenjun stood up straight with a blank expression on his face, not reacting much to the words spoken by the man in the hoarse voice.

Wang Kunshu glanced over with a half-smile on his face and an indifferent attitude.

That leaves Zhu Heng, Helan Dao, and Dad.

Dad is the oldest, almost two generations older than the others, so everyone feels a little reluctant to let him be the bait.

"How about letting that guy...that lone wolf go?" The man with a duck voice looked at everyone, not daring to look at Zhu Heng.

Zhu Heng was stunned for a second before realizing that the lone wolf was talking about himself.

“…”

Before he could say anything, Helan Dao spoke first, saying, "No."

Zhu Heng frowned: "Am I familiar with you?"

Then Helan Dao added, "He's a sickly person. He stumbles after running a few steps. He can't accomplish anything."

Zhu Heng: “…”

He sneered, his face very unhappy: "Okay, then you go."

I've died once, and since I can be resurrected, it probably doesn't matter if I die again.

Helan Dao had a subtle expression, but it seemed that he had no objection to Zhu Heng's suggestion.

However, to everyone's surprise, Xu Wenjun suddenly spoke up in a very serious tone: "No, I don't agree."

Helan Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at her intriguingly.

Xu Wenjun remained unmoved and met his gaze: "Anyone can go, but you can't."

"What are you doing?" Wang Kunshu looked at everyone with a somewhat impatient expression, "No one's going? Then I'll do it!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly leaned out of the statue's eye sockets, trying to go out along the rope outside the eye sockets that the six of them had used to descend. The hairpins on her head and the pearl rings and jade pendants on her body tinkled and clanged as she moved, making clear and pleasant sounds.

She moved so quickly that no one could react for a while.

All I saw was a fiery red figure flashing past my eyes, and then with a thud, she was tripped to the ground by her long skirt.

Everyone: “…”

It's quite powerful, but a little embarrassing.

"Alright—" Dad stood up slowly and said in a rough voice, "Why are you guys just joining in the fun? If you want to go, it's me!"

He straightened his black suit and put his hat on straight. "This suit looks good on me. Let me take a look at it, Master. Do you recognize me?"

However, before he could finish, a white shadow rushed out from in front of everyone.

It’s Zhu Heng.

Zhu Heng came out from behind Helan Dao.

He passed Helan Dao and whispered, "You cooperate with me later."

He only left this sentence, then turned over and jumped, grabbed the rappel rope, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Helan Dao looked at his back lazily, with something unfathomable hidden in his eyes.

Zhu Heng fell straight down the rope and landed on the ground in a moment.

The rope rubbed his palms, leaving traces of blood, and he hissed softly.

Everyone looked at the statue in amazement, and saw Zhu Heng raise his head and curl his lips at them.

A subtle glimmer flashed across his dark eyes.

If he doesn't do something stupid for a day, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

The statue of Confucius above his head paused, turned his head, and slowly looked down at the ground.

"Oh, it's my good boy." The statue of Confucius said happily, "Are you here to help me find the puzzle pieces?"

Zhu Heng looked at it carefully, smiled lightly, and ran towards the picture of Chu Kuangren.

After leaving the statue's eye sockets, the land returned to darkness again.

Fortunately, he remembered the approximate direction in his mind, so if he made a mistake, there were people above to point him in the direction.

It depends on...how fast someone's brain works.

Seeing Zhu Heng run away silently, the statue's face darkened and it angrily threatened, "If you don't help me find the puzzle, you'll end up like those overconfident beads. Good boy, aren't you afraid?"

Zhu Heng ran to the side of the image of the Madman Chu that he remembered, but he didn't stand next to it. He just turned around and looked up at it: "Who said I won't help?"

He pulled out the clay doll from his pocket and quickly waved it in front of the statue, deceiving it, "I've brought the puzzle. Come closer and I'll put it together for you."

The statue leaned back and laughed, "Good boy, you are worthy of being my good boy."

It slowly raised its feet and walked towards Zhu Heng.

Zhu Heng seized the opportunity, rolled on the ground holding the clay doll, and knelt on one knee on the painting of Chu Kuangren.

He raised his eyes, a hint of deep meaning flashing across his eyes.

Inside the statue's eye socket.

Everyone was stunned - so strong!

Isn't he a sickly person?

Could it be... this is the lone wolf's appearance?

At this moment, another figure suddenly moved in everyone's peripheral vision.

It's Helan Road.

He took out the white mourning clothes from somewhere and threw them on the round window, covering the eye sockets of the statue completely.

"Cover the other eye too!" he instructed.

Everyone quickly realized that he was trying to create a chance for Zhu Heng on the ground to escape.

Dad made a prompt decision and took off his black robe and covered his other eye.

The statue's vision was suddenly blocked by two pieces of clothing. It could only listen but not see. Guided by Zhu Heng's voice, it stepped onto the seventh picture.

The moment the statue of Confucius stepped on the picture of the madman of Chu, its body froze.

"You lied to me! You lied to me!"

It was burning with anger when it suddenly heard a singing coming from the ground.

The old man quickly lifted the clothes in front of the statue, rolled them up into a ball and put them back in his arms.

Without the obstruction, everyone could finally see the scene on the ground through the eye sockets.

Zhu Heng was standing safely opposite the statue, while at the feet of the statue of Confucius stood a crazy man, and the source of the strange singing came from him.

The madman mocked Confucius, saying, "I've heard that when virtue reigns, the phoenix appears, and when it reigns without virtue, it retreats into seclusion. But you, when virtue reigns, insist on entering politics. Aren't you a loser? Let the past be the past. You need to look to the future, to things that haven't happened yet."

After saying this, the madman waved his hand again and said, "Forget it, it doesn't make sense to you. Which official nowadays is not a scumbag? Which one is not rotten to the core? You are just stubborn! You insist on associating with them."

The statue of Confucius stood there in a daze.

It stared blankly at Chu Kuangren, then suddenly staggered forward, took a few steps closer and wanted to talk to him.

But the madman quickly walked away and disappeared.

The statue looked at the disappearing Chu Kuangren. It seemed to remember something and looked back at the places it had set foot on.

"I...I am...what am I doing?"

Suddenly, an inexplicable sourness welled up in its eyes, and tears filled up uncontrollably.

As the statue's emotions fluctuated, water suddenly seeped into the house. Seeing the water level rising higher and higher, everyone's faces changed suddenly.

They struggled and fluttered in the statue's tears, and then the tears flowed uncontrollably from their eyes.

It flowed down the statue's cheek, hung on the chin, and then was wrapped by the tears, falling vertically in the shape of water drops.

Everyone opened their eyes wide. It was so high, if they fell down, they would die!

However, just when they thought they were going to die, the tears that enveloped them gently supported their bodies and allowed them to land safely on the ground.

As soon as the tears touched the ground, they melted and turned into countless gorgeous little beads.

The beads chirped and made continuous "ao shi ao shi" sounds.

Everyone looked at them and suddenly understood.

So these are…

Confucius' three thousand disciples.

Zhu Heng arrived just in time. He avoided the beads and tried not to step on them.

As soon as he looked up, he met Helan Dao's eyes.

Helan Dao looked over with a smile: "No thank you?"

Zhu Heng's face froze and his throat seemed to be blocked.

After a mental struggle, he finally opened his mouth, only to hear Helan Dao add, "If your tone is like a knife on my neck, then don't say it. It makes me uncomfortable."

Zhu Heng: "...You can listen to it or not."

He refused to cooperate.

So he swallowed his thanks and turned to the crowd, saying, "There's only one last picture left..."

Helan Dao raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhu Heng, a little surprised: "I gave you a way out and you really took it?" What kind of weirdo is this?

Zhu Heng completely ignored He Landao's strange look. He paused and looked up at the statue of Confucius: "But it seems...it's about to get out of control."

At this moment, hundreds of beads were circling the statue, calling it "teacher". The statue covered its ears with its hands and spoke incoherently: "Stop, stop making noise, stop making noise..."

It let out several sharp cries of pain.

Zhu Heng almost immediately lowered his gaze to the ground not far away. He remembered the location of the last picture - Confucius sitting at the Xingtan, surrounded by countless disciples.

We must quickly move the statue of Confucius there to finish his life.

He cut through the hemp with a swift knife and immediately ran away, but was stopped by a hand.

Zhu Heng raised his eyes and looked at the person who stopped him, with a cold expression on his face.

Helan Dao shook his head at him: "It's useless, it's too late."

His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.

Everyone looked up in fear and saw that the statue of Confucius had red eyes and was holding his head with his hands, almost tearing his eyes out.

It kept shaking its head: "Where is my puzzle, where is my puzzle..."

Suddenly, it seemed to remember something, woke up for a moment, put down its hands, and looked down at the people on the ground.

"I understand. These, these are all good things you did!"

Its tone suddenly turned cold, and as soon as it finished speaking, the ground shook violently. It turned around and stepped towards the crowd step by step.

Everyone immediately scattered in all directions.

The statue took the lead and kicked Zhu Heng on the head, but he dodged it with a nimble move and turned around to stand still.

Zhu Heng looked at the statue, trying to get its attention, but the statue seemed not to see him. It didn't step on anyone, and it didn't persist, but went straight to cause trouble in another direction.

Everyone ran away in all directions.

The statue turned its neck slightly and looked in a certain direction.

Zhu Heng saw all this and suddenly his brows tightened.

It seemed to have locked onto a target.

Zhu Heng followed the statue's gaze and saw his father lying on the ground, holding a black lamb fur coat and looking a little confused.

So it's black lamb fur?

That should be it.

That was one piece of the puzzle, what the Confucius statue was looking for.

The old man seemed to be unresponsive. He looked at the clothes in his arms, then glanced at Confucius who was running towards him overhead.

Everyone thought he was frightened and called his name in a hurry.

At this moment, Dad suddenly turned around and ran away.

As he ran, he put on his clothes and shouted gruffly at the statue of Confucius, "Come here, I'll put the puzzle together for you!"

Everyone immediately understood what Dad meant.

He wanted to use this set of clothes to lead the statue to the last picture.

Sure enough, the moment Dad ran away, the statue immediately followed him.

Dad quickly ran to the last picture and asked under his breath, "Is this the one?"

He only remembered a general direction, but had no specific impression.

Xu Wenjun looked over and nodded to his father.

"That's good." Dad pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed briefly, "Come here, Master!"

The statue had run up to him.

This time, however, the statue stops outside the image.

"I won't be fooled by you anymore," the statue suddenly said. "I won't be fooled by you anymore. I want to fight on my own. I won't ask you for anything!"

A strong wind blew up from the feet of the statue, blowing onto everyone and making them stumble and fall to the ground.

not good!

The old man's eyes widened. He looked at the statue that was right in front of him and suddenly stepped back. With anger and resentment rising to the sky, he rushed towards the people behind him.

The duck voice seemed to be frightened and stood there stupidly, motionless.

Seeing that the statue was about to raise its foot to crush the person on the ground into meat paste, the father suddenly jumped out and kicked the duck's voice out with such great force that the duck's voice slid outwards for several meters before stopping.

He came back to his senses in panic and shouted: "Dad——"

The hat on the old man's head was blown off, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it. In less than a second, the statue stepped on the ground and rolled over the lower half of his body.

The people who escaped death seemed to be on pause.

Everyone looked at Dad. Something was stuck in his throat. At that moment, his mind went blank and there was no sound in his ears.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the old man's mouth. He was still wearing his fine clothes and holding the hat tightly in his hand.

The statue was oblivious to the fact that a life was fading away. It plowed the soles of its shoes back and forth, using the ground beneath its feet to scrape the bloody half of the old man's body clean from under its feet.

A limp human body rolled twice, and the red and white tissues were squeezed out, half of which turned into meat paste, sticking the father to the ground.

He opened his eyes and stared at the statue of Confucius. His pupils gradually dilated, but when he turned his head and saw where the statue's feet had stepped, he smiled sincerely - the statue of Confucius had stepped on the last picture.

The statue's out-of-control behavior stopped instantly.

Everyone rushed out like arrows and surrounded the old man lying on the ground, who no longer looked like a human.

Blood was gushing all over the floor. With his last breath left, the old man put the hat back on himself with trembling hands.

“I, I…”

"I haven't put my hat on properly yet..."

【Author’s words】

To: Readers who have been following the series before June 9, 2022

At the editor's request, I made some very important setting changes to the entire text, mainly focusing on the first two chapters of the first volume. You can reread them, but it will not affect the story outline, because the original setting is like this. Now I just wrote it out in advance~

If you followed the series after June 9th, you don't need to read it again.

If nothing unexpected happens, the second instance will be finished this Saturday (June 11th)~