At that moment, the woman grabbed a pair of scissors and struck. I could see that her eyes were glowing red!
I heard Lao Dao's voice, but after instinctively taking a step back, I calmly stood still.
Because the older woman didn't exude any murderous aura!
That's right. Ever since I resolved the tattoo issue, I seem to be able to sense the murderous intent emanating from people.
The old lady's scissors went straight into my body, but the scissors seemed to be a spirit, piercing right through me.
It felt like something was being torn apart around my body, and white smoke was rising from my chest.
I could hear a sharp, popping sound in my ears, like someone's dying scream.
The next second, the woman pulled out the scissors and threw them onto the cabinet next to her.
Old Dao rushed over, ready to punch the old lady, but I stopped him.
"Young lady must have helped me solve some problem. Didn't you see I wasn't injured!"
I pointed to my chest, which was completely unharmed.
The woman's eyes, which had been red, have now returned to normal.
Seeing this, Lao Dao smiled, looking a little embarrassed.
"It's a good thing you didn't dodge, otherwise, you probably wouldn't have been able to get rid of that stagnant energy on your body!" The old woman glanced at me and said meaningfully.
I was a little confused. What exactly was this "turbid air" that the old lady was talking about?
"Are you curious about why I acted that way just now?"
"Of course it's because of Zhou the tailor!"
The woman's lips curled slightly upwards as she glanced at me and spoke casually.
I was stunned by that statement.
Could it be that the man surnamed Zhou is still alive?
What magic did he use to control the old lady?
"Don't misunderstand, I'm saying that the foul air on your body is left behind by him, and only by entering this room can I find a way to remove it for you!"
The older woman realized I had misunderstood, so she quickly explained it to me.
I felt a bit scared; that tailor Zhou was truly a centipede that, though dead, did not die easily.
I never imagined that they would leave this thing on my body before they died.
"It doesn't seem to be a big problem for your health right now, but I'm not sure if it will become a time bomb in the future. Luckily, you're in this room, so I was able to get rid of it for you, and that's how I took care of it!"
The older woman glanced at me thoughtfully, as if she had something else to say to me, but she kept quiet.
Since the older woman didn't say anything, I naturally stopped asking.
Since the older woman is someone that Fatty Sister trusts, I will now choose to trust her as well.
I turned around and looked closely at the people in the big room. They were like machines, repeating the same thing over and over again.
"Thank you so much, little sister! Don't worry, I'll do my best to help you with your problem!"
I turned around and clasped my hands in a fist salute to the older woman, feeling extremely grateful to her.
No matter what, I wouldn't feel comfortable if I carried that kind of taint on me.
"Alright, enough of this nonsense. See those people? You and Lao Dao walk over there with your eyes closed!"
The older woman waved her hand, not caring about the matter, and then pointed to the puppets that were performing the rules.
"Brother Chen, I'm scared!" Lao Dao quickly grabbed my arm, just like a little girl.
"It's okay, I'm here for you. Stay close and don't fall behind!"
I personally comforted Lao Dao, then closed my eyes and walked forward with him.
When I got to the middle of this place, I could clearly sense that I was being surrounded by something.
The old woman shouted from afar, telling me and Lao Dao to open our eyes.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself surrounded by those puppets.
Upon closer inspection, I realized there were sixteen puppets in total, occupying the positions of the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), with two in each position.
My position and Lao Dao's position were exactly one yin and one yang.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.
"Kill these puppets!"
The woman yelled at me, and I could hear that her voice was trembling slightly, as if she had been stabbed.
I picked up the lightning sword, closed my eyes, and recalled the information the sculpture had given me.
Actually, sculpture gave me a lot of useful information at that time, such as how to maximize the power of a sword.
It should be similar to swordsmanship.
I began to swing my sword according to that information, and each swing produced a violent fluctuation.
The 16 puppets pounced on me and Old Knife. Old Knife immediately covered his eyes with his hands and hid behind me.
On my seventh swing, I swept the sword in a wide arc.
The sword's power far exceeded my expectations; I could hear the cry of a hawk-owl coming from the tip of the lightning-struck sword.
The 16 puppets remained motionless.
Old Dao was still trembling behind me, so I patted him on the shoulder.
"Alright, Lao Dao is fine now, open your eyes and take a look!"
After I told him I was alright, Lao Dao slowly opened his eyes. He was still somewhat incredulous when he saw the puppets lying motionless on the ground.
"That's it?"
Old Dao rubbed his eyes. He had initially thought it would be very difficult, but he never expected it to end like this.
I was a little surprised when I looked at the lightning sword in my hand, because this thing was indeed a bit too powerful.
When those puppets rushed over, I could feel a strong aura emanating from them, a killing intent.
As a result, after the sword struck, they stopped moving.
At this moment, the older woman walked up to me, her expression equally incredulous as she looked at the puppets scattered on the ground.
"That strong?"
Judging from the woman's expression, she didn't seem to believe it was true either.
"Hey girl, tell me what to do next!"
I nodded slightly and looked at the older woman.
As the old lady said, we've taken care of the puppet. Now we need to help her break the seal.
"I thought it would be very dangerous, but I didn't expect your strength to have become so great!"
The woman's expression was complicated, and then she looked at Lao Dao.
"Leave a little blood, and you can leave!"
"Also, please take that painting down and bring it to me!"
The old woman gave the order to the old man.
Old Dao was already a little scared, and when the old lady said he could go out, he backed out, but he was still a little worried about me.
"Don't worry, Lao Dao, just listen to Da Mei. I think I can handle things here."
I'm somewhat confident.
Old Dao warned me to be careful, and then obediently left the formation. He walked to the door and took the portrait of the beautiful woman on the wall.
Then he took out a small bottle and poured a small amount of blood into it.
"Alright, Brother Chen, I'll wait for you at the door!"
After Lao Dao finished speaking, he left the room and closed the door from the outside.
The woman skillfully picked up the small bottle from the ground and poured the blood inside onto the statue.
Then the old woman stood in the spot where the old knife had been, where the several broken puppets were rapidly decaying.
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