Chapter 42 Blue Blood (2)

Everyone focused on this area but did not dare to approach the puppet itself. There was no other reason. Even after it stopped moving, its chest still rose and fell slowly, but the structure under the faded coating clearly showed that it was a mechanical operation, which gave it a terrifying sense of hypocrisy.

Dimula, who had been hiding in the corner for a long time, made sure it was safe, and then squeezed through the crowd and entered the inner circle.

He stole a glance at Siming standing beside him, but did not see any unusual movements. Only then did he feel relieved and boldly scan the huge beast's body.

Dimula's eyes focused on the exposed structures, and he muttered quietly: "A section of such a line in Yuntian City requires 5,000 points, and one arm is..."

He calculated silently, and finally exclaimed because of the huge number: "At least 10 million points for the whole body?!"

This number made the woman standing next to her who had been silent all this time stop breathing for a second. The hand holding the child tightened more and more, and the eyes that were originally calm on the alchemy puppet began to show greed.

She subconsciously took two steps forward and realized that such behavior was useless. She stopped in vain and grasped the key point at the first time. She began to recall where the key was. Did it fall somewhere else because of the fight just now?

Her waist bent down, as if the child she had been holding suddenly became much heavier, weighing her down. She stepped back and headed towards the place where she had fought the beast.

Because the fight ended quickly, the sky outside the window was still light blue. A group of more than a dozen young men in uniforms walked through the city gate.

"I took this photo. The group of light rain just flashed by. Take a look." The leading young man with a crew cut passed a small screen in his hand to his companions.

"It looks like the moves of the guy in the previous video with the chief." The girl standing next to him was full of expectation. "Is he fighting with the chief?"

"It can't be him. The chief is still sitting in a wheelchair. How many times do I have to say it? It's true that he's taking a leave of absence due to illness. The dean didn't fool us." A boy in the back row was helpless.

"And I remember that this guy named Siming is not the type to show off." The crew cut young man continued, "There must be something unusual going on."

"Ah? Then let's go over there quickly." The girl who had just finished watching the video and fell behind the two men quickened her pace, and the group went into the main road in the opposite direction.

The clothes they wore were well-cut, and the style was simple and incompatible with the gorgeous and complicated styles advocated by the upper class of Qingshui City. Walking among the pedestrians seemed to have crossed two eras.

Many people who passed by them looked at them intentionally or unintentionally and listened to their clothes and the way they spoke. They were too out of place, with a refreshing feeling that did not belong to the inner city of Qingshui.

Two young ladies holding parasols tried their best to hide their curiosity about the small screens in their hands. They gracefully opened the flip-cover phones with silk hems and lace and pearl decorations.

At the same time, under the broken ceiling of the meeting room of the mutual aid association, gentlemen and ladies in gorgeous clothes and civilians in simple clothes formed small circles to surround the gold-refining puppets.

In front of Zhou Ye was a group of scattered people, not standing very close, but unfortunately no one thought of giving him a corner.

In this direction, at most, a little arc of leakage could be seen. Even the woman holding a child who retreated to the outer circle and lowered her head as if looking for something could see it more clearly than him.

They all walked on their legs, so they didn't need to go too far into the inner circle. They could just move a little to see the scene inside.

But he couldn't go any further. The wheelchair became a cage, and he couldn't get through the cracked ground that looked as beautiful as fish scales.

Witnessing everything, Cong Yue became depressed. Although she could use moon energy, it would not help her depression.

Just like the right hand cannot move, no matter how capable the left hand is, it can't make up for it. It can certainly replace the function, but since it is the case, he might as well accept it.

Zhou Ye smiled and leaned back on the chair with half of his body relaxed. He supported his chin with his left hand and watched the backs of people.

Beside vest number three, Siming, who had been standing aside, was originally staring at the person in front of him in a daze. He seemed to notice something and moved his eyes outside the crowd.

The few people standing closest to Siming realized that Zhou Ye had been outside.

Before they could say anything, Siming beside them strode over there, his silver hair swaying in the air as he moved, like a flickering light on the sea, disappearing in an instant.

Returning to his original body, Siming pursed his pale lips, half-knelt down, holding Zhou Ye's leg with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand towards Zhou Ye.

A key was in his palm.

He said, "I will do whatever you want for you."

"Don't cry."

The deep meaning behind these words is Siming's usual arrogance. Does he think that everyone present will obey him? No, he thinks that it doesn't matter if they don't obey.

Look at his eyes that were focused on Zhou Ye. The others had already discussed the value of the Alchemy Puppet for two rounds. He had always been in the best position, but what he was thinking about was Zhou Ye's attitude just now.

"I know." Zhou Ye replied in a very light tone, and the smile on his face was restrained. He was no longer casual. When he was expressionless, his aura was actually very cold. He

didn't take the key.

He turned his face away and reached out to pull Fu Yue. Fu Yue took the opportunity to replenish a wave of moon energy into the main body ring. After completing the purpose, he generously and naturally showed a smile that was provocative to anyone who saw it.

Siming did not say anything. After taking back the key, he reached out to Zhou Ye who was lying on his side. When he found that the man in front of him did not resist or move, he lowered his head, held the black-haired young man's white shirt around his waist with his hands, and stood up with one effort.

Sally, who was standing not far away, clearly saw that when he picked up Zhou Ye, his lips moved slightly and he said something, but she did not understand lip reading, and she felt itchy in her heart.

Following Siming's footsteps, Zhou Ye finally saw the body of No. 3 vest, Nuo, with his own eyes.

The scene in front of him was really beautiful. Unlike Siming's tall and slender figure and Cong Yue's slender and agile figure, the vividness of human beings and the sense of order of machines were cleverly combined in him. The first impression given by seeing all this was that of a steel beast.

Moving his sight downward, Zhou Ye saw with distress the legs with exposed alchemy lines. It shouldn't be like this. He reached out his hand and tried to touch it to feel whether the texture was as real as the appearance.

This was a special effect he made in an emergency to prevent tearing and exposure, taking advantage of the light rain just now.

"It's better not to touch it, President Zhou." Di Mu, who had been standing next to the vest and calculating the value, spoke up.

What he feared most was that if Zhou Ye touched it, the alchemy puppet would start fighting mode again. Siming, who was holding Zhou Ye, might fight the puppet for hundreds of times without taking a breath, but if he was accidentally scratched, he might be seriously injured on the spot.

Another reason was that he knew Zhou Ye would not care about these things, so he dared to speak up.

"Okay." Zhou Ye nodded, having guessed his thoughts. He held Siming's neck with his right hand and reached for his chest with his left hand, actually taking out the key that he had pinched out with the amazing points from the space again.

Dimula breathed a sigh of relief. He had not paid attention to Siming's movements just now. When he saw the key that matched the shape of the keyhole, he immediately realized something. He once again crossed the number he had just estimated in his mind, 10 million points - a pair of heterochromatic pupils looking down from above flashed through his mind. He subconsciously shrank his neck and clenched his upper teeth.

His eyes were still glued to the exposed alchemy lines of the body in front of him.

The woman was behind him, hiding behind the crowd, her whole face moving forward following the movement of the key in Zhou Ye's hand. She regretted deeply that she didn't move faster at that time and was frightened.

Zhou Ye's hands were not big, just enough to hold the key, but he didn't move fast enough to the lock core, as he felt that if he touched it too fast, he would hurt the tender creature in front of him.

But the change still happened.

At the moment when the key was about to enter the keyhole, the mechanical creature that had been closing its eyes opened its eyes, the alchemy pattern flashed again, and its mouth opened and closed.

He stared at Zhou Ye who held the key, and said slowly and silently: "Hypocrites."

Dimula's hair stood on end, and he kept moving. He left the inner circle faster than anyone else, until his back was against the wall of the conference room. He covered his chest with one hand and pulled the scented towel out from his sleeve with the other hand.

The woman was not to be outdone. She suddenly pulled a clerk beside her to block in front. The child in her arms held his head against her chest, and his breathing almost stopped.

The clerks around did not walk away, but that was not because they did not want to, but because their body functions did not allow it. Several slightly older old men who knew the principles of alchemy almost crawled and hid behind the nearest gifted person.

"Is it scary? Why do you have to do this..." Before Daniel could finish his words, Carmen and Sally beside him covered his mouth with their hands.

Carmen forced him to bend down, looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, and then whispered in his ear: "Keep your voice down."

Sally put her hand in front of her mouth, made a "huh" gesture, and asked him in a low voice: "When you were a child, didn't you hear the phrase 'a talking puppet' or 'a puppet'?"

Daniel looked back at her honestly and said, "No."

"Uh," Carmen covered her head in despair, "Let me explain. After the Evil God Era, Alchemy Puppets were divided into two types. The first type is the traditional one made of machinery. This type of puppet moves according to commands, but can also show consciousness according to the ability of the operator. The second type is the one in front of us."

At this point he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He quickly glanced at the thing and then retracted his gaze, swallowing hard: "He is a living person, a big living person, trapped in a puppet."

"What? No, I mean, how did he do that? What does he rely on to survive? How is it possible for a human to replenish energy like a machine? He can no longer be called a human..."

"No," Sally stopped Daniel from muttering, "You misunderstood. After being made into an alchemical puppet, there is no need to replenish energy."

"It's not that the machine supplies energy to the human, but the human serves as an energy source to supply the machine."

"Ah?"

Daniel's face showed an extremely puzzled look, and his doubts did not diminish, but instead increased with the explanations of his friends.

"So now, you should know why we have to retreat and why you have to cover your mouth." Sally's worried eyes fell on Zhou Ye, who was closest to the puppet. "A guy who is this powerful has a certain probability of bypassing the authority of the alchemy puppet and suddenly attacking."

"Oh, Sally forgot something," Carmen smiled bitterly. "The ability to speak is not a characteristic of a living puppet. It is a characteristic of being powerful enough to break free from the control of the alchemy circuits at any time." "

He may have died once, but he can be resurrected at any time in this disassembled and assembled alchemy body."

The woman and everyone present were staring at the monster in front of them, and everyone's calves were tense.

"Do you want to be resurrected?"

Zhou Ye was enjoying the sound of the amazing value flowing into the account like water. If possible, he wanted to listen to the wolfish sound of Xiaohua getting stuck because the numbers were too many and too big.

It couldn't even spare the time to report the last digit of the amazing value provided by the previous person. It heard Zhou Ye's faint laughter in the pure white space, and while reporting, it danced up and down like crazy.

Zhou Ye could have chosen not to do this, but for some reason, he had the mood to play a prank just now.

Of course, he is happy now.

The key was embedded, and there was a small crisp sound at the bottom. The twisting sound was sharp and slippery, like the sound of a bicycle chain that had not been oiled for a long time.

"Ugh." The lifeless eyes of Nuo in front of him began to regain their luster. He gasped and cursed from his throat: "Get out of here!"

His body stood up involuntarily, and after swaying twice, he finally knelt down and rested his head on Zhou Ye's powerless legs, like a king lion with chains.

A hand with a white ring fell on his head. The god worshipped by the man-eating beast returned to his place. He soothed the manic heart and calmed the angry look.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

In stark contrast to his words, when the beast was most relaxed, a circle symbolizing the controlled hollowness lit up in its pupils.

The woman's vigilance towards Zhou Ye instantly reached the highest point. He was definitely not as kind as he just showed. As expected, those who could hold a powerful superpower firmly were not simple people. Maybe those expressions just now were just a show for Fu Yue Siming.

Wait, doesn't that mean that I was just fooled? The woman's hand holding the child suddenly tightened.

She was unsure and no longer paid attention to the black-haired young man in front of her, and everything related to him. True and false, real and fake, she admitted defeat. Seeing that Dimula was still shivering in the corner, he pulled him out, and the two went to the edge of the top floor of the association.

Zhou Ye noticed the disappearance of the two people, and his consciousness sank into the pure white space. He instantly found the mark he had made when he held the woman's hand.

The picture and sound were displayed in front of him as it was.

"Tell me how much you know about Zhou Ye." The woman had lost patience with this useless vice president.

"He, he is a civilian who has a good relationship with the resurrected witch, Siming, who is suspected to be an evil god. He used to live in Xiangshan City." Dimula huddled beside a cluster of decorative fruit trees, and spoke stutteringly.

"That's all?" The woman's eyes widened in disbelief, and the blue-purple child in her arms stopped sucking on the pacifier.

"That's all..."

"Useless!" She attacked fiercely and threw Dimula to the ground. His injuries were more serious than the previous attack. Half of his face began to smear blood and foam, and he lowered his head and covered his hands tremblingly.

Only then did he realize that his behavior was completely inviting trouble. Zhou Ye was difficult to control. Would the airborne gifted person obey him? Unfortunately, the matter was done and could not be reversed.

"Send someone to collect information about Zhou Ye immediately. What I want is his personality, habits, life details, etc., and most importantly, when and how did he get in touch with Fu Yue Siming? Start investigating from the moment he entered the city!"

"Do you understand?" The woman was not as good-tempered as Zhou Ye. Seeing that the person next to her did not respond for a long time, she questioned sternly.

"Yeah, yeah." Dimula covered his face, but blood flowed from his palms. "I'll find someone to do it."

"I'm talking about now. Your face is injured and your ears are deaf?"

"Okay." Dimula did not object. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his bloodless hand. A call rang. The person who answered it was the captain wearing a navy cap who received Zhou Ye and his group.

Under the full surveillance of the woman, he explained to the captain. The captain was respectful but not afraid. He asked in a natural tone: "What do you want to check him for? What are the specific aspects? Tell me in detail."

"I want to know everything about Zhou Ye and Siming's interactions on the ship."

"That's not easy." The voice on the other end hesitated and called out to the outside of the phone, as if to call a few crew members. After a while of communication, he responded again.

"I have a crew member who knows Zhou Ye. Can I ask him to come over tomorrow afternoon?"

Before the "OK" sound came out, Dimula saw the woman shaking her head and swallowed the last word. "Let him come in the afternoon. We still have to eat."

He looked at the woman and said the second half of the sentence, with the child in his eyes.

The woman was about to refuse, but when she noticed his eyes turned to the child, she nodded.

"Ding Xiang! Go to the mutual aid association this afternoon." A greeting came from the other end of the phone, and the call was hung up.