Yes! That's the look they should give me, even more furious.
You came here alone, are you trying to be some kind of hero? Trying to find these puppets?
Actually, you guessed right. All the dolls are here. They are all alive because each one contains a vibrant and powerful soul just like yours!
Sigh! Seeing how angry you are, I'll give you one last free piece of information!
Do you know about the Japanese 444th Unit? My father... came from there...
What I'm doing now didn't just start in recent years, but rather...
It started decades ago!
Are you just grieving for the people you've known over the years? But let me tell you, we've lost count of the number of people who have died at the hands of outsiders over the years…
"Conservatively speaking, there must be at least more than one platoon!"
Upon hearing this, Lan Yu's anger transformed into resentment. His eyes widened in fury, and he rushed forward, wanting to kill this heartless woman.
Just then, Wu Mei pulled a black dagger from her pocket. The dagger looked sinister, as if it were covered in endless evil.
She casually dodged Lan Yu's wide-ranging attacks, scoffing disdainfully, "With a brain like that, what kind of hero do you want to be?"
Becoming a hero requires strength! Those without strength are just courting death; that's just foolishness!
Just as Wu Mei had provoked Lan Yu to his emotional peak, she gripped the knife in her hand and slit Lan Yu's throat...
Lan Yu touched his throat in disbelief, and his hand was wet. He raised his hand shakily and found a patch of red.
He tried desperately to cover his throat, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood, and he collapsed to the ground...
Wu Mei looked down at the dying Lan Yu, her eyes devoid of any human warmth. "You're finished... Become my newest puppet..."
Wu Ju stepped forward timidly, looking at Lan Yu on the ground with some reluctance. She was not Wu Mei, who had completely lost her feelings; she still had some affection for Lan Yu and the other children.
Especially Lan Yu, who has been very obedient over the years and has taken good care of her...
But no matter how much she liked him, she could never go against Wu Mei's wishes for him...
After all, one's own life is the most important thing...
Wu Mei glanced at Wu Ju impatiently, "What are you dawdling for? I know you're reluctant, but so what? Would you, a selfish person, do anything, no matter how small, for him?"
"Hurry up! I've finally managed to get him to his peak emotional state; now's the easiest time to succeed. If he lets his guard down any longer, it'll all be for nothing!"
Wu Ju swallowed her anger and placed an ordinary doll on Lan Yu's chest. Wu Mei then took out a brush from her body and, using Lan Yu's blood, drew a strange figure composed of various messy lines directly on his body.
The image resembled a flower, combined with bright red blood, exuding an eerie aura...
Just as Wu Mei finished painting, someone urgently knocked on the storage room door...
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