Along the babbling brook, in a corner where the stream flows, a slender and tall figure floats on the ground, the part of the plain white Taoist robe hanging down as ethereal as wisps of smoke.
Ruan Qing'an squatted on the ground, and in front of her lay Hua Yan, who was unconscious, with her eyes closed and her face deathly pale.
037: [Ancestor, you've done this kind of thing quite a few times, haven't you?]
"Don't slander me, little system."
As Ruan Qing'an spoke, he pulled at Hua Yan's clothes.
037 fell silent. Who was hiding around the corner secretly hitting someone with a club? And who was skillfully stripping people of their clothes here?
Just as 037 was speechless with frustration, Ruan Qing'an's puzzled voice came: "Wait, what... what is this?"
As she spoke, her hand was pulling on Hua Yan's sash, but strangely, the maid's figure was slender, and her waist should have felt similar to her own, but Ruan Qing'an felt a strange sensation, as if she were touching the stitches of the clothes.
Ruan Qing'an was stunned. By the light, she slightly pulled open the edge of the clothes and saw a tightly stitched line on the pale skin, forcibly sewing the skin together!
The sewing thread was invisible and intangible, so fine that it was difficult to detect even with divine sense; it was extremely well hidden.
Not only that, but even spiritual power cannot sever it.
037: [Frog Fun, what, what is this thing?!]
Ruan Qing'an's expression also turned cold. She directly stripped Hua Yan of all her clothes and looked at the woman's naked body lying on the ground in front of her. Her expression became increasingly ugly.
She was deathly pale, like a recently deceased corpse. Only the waist and hips, where the body was supported, showed obvious stitches. The rest of her skin was indistinguishable from human skin. She looked like a normal, recently deceased woman's corpse.
But just a short while ago, Hua Yan was still speaking vividly, and Ruan Qing'an knew that she had just knocked Hua Yan unconscious.
037: [Is she...is she even human?]
"Does she even look like a human being anymore?"
This question stumped 037, leaving him speechless for a moment.
Ruan Qing'an stopped talking and silently floated down, squatting next to Hua Yan's "corpse." He reached out and tried to feel around her hands and other joints that required dexterity for a moment.
They found nothing until—Ruan Qing'an commanded his spiritual power, condensing it into a sharp dagger, and sliced open Hua Yan's fingertips.
The skin was cut, but not a drop of blood flowed.
Strangely, not long after the incision was made, the wound began to heal visibly, as if it had been stitched up by an invisible hand. Ruan Qingan could only pry it open with his hands to stop it from healing.
This time she finally saw it clearly—
Beneath Hua Yan's skin are dense, intricate threads, the same material as the stitches around her waist, intertwined with her flesh and blood, performing all her fine motor skills. These threads travel upwards along blood vessels and nerves, extending into her brain.
037 was completely stunned: [Holy crap...]
"As expected, these are all puppet strings."
Ruan Qing'an explained with a stern face: "Hua Yan is actually a dead person, but not long after she died, she was controlled by puppet strings and turned into a corpse puppet, which looks no different from a normal person."
"Her face was pale because she was a dead person and wouldn't bleed. She must have been used to feed those spiritual herbs."
037: [Holy crap, this is absolutely terrifying. The original text only said that Mu Cangwu was skilled in the art of the soul and used bizarre methods, but he actually knows these underworld techniques?!]
Floating in mid-air, Ruan Qing'an looked down at Hua Yan, who was still unconscious on the ground: "The path of the soul is inherently prone to going astray, so it is normal for him to become like this."
"Furthermore, Hua Yan can move freely and has her own mind, which is probably because he summoned her soul and then trapped it in her body."
At this point, Ruan Qingan paused: "The existence of the Heavenly Dao is to maintain order, but order means absolute justice and there can be no selfish desires. However, when emotions arise, all the accumulated negative emotions are suppressed on the emotional side."
"Heh... It's fortunate that the Heavenly Dao split into two clones, otherwise, if it were just one, carrying all the emotions, obsessions and negative feelings, it would have become a demon that plagued the cultivation world eight hundred years ago."
Ruan Qing'an muttered under his breath, his words clearly a complaint.
037 chimed in: "That's absolutely right..."
Just as Ruan Qing'an was preparing to clean up the "crime scene" and leave, the jade bracelet on her wrist moved slightly—the next moment, before she could react, countless puppet strings emerged from the jade bracelet and then spread backward.
It's like a shadow play or a marionette in the mortal world.
The puppet strings extending from the jade bracelet intertwined, half of them pointing upwards, drawn by someone, while the other half probed into her solidified soul—and then, an uncontrollable dizziness struck.
037 shuddered in fright, but before it could even utter a sound.
"Shh-"
It realized what was happening and immediately started working in Ruan Qing'an's mind again. Just then, in a flash, the figure in the green robe appeared behind Ruan Qing'an.
The next moment, Ruan Qing'an, who was floating in mid-air like a ghost, changed from a lazy sitting posture to a quiet standing posture like a puppet on strings. Like a quiet puppet, she floated down from the air and wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
Mu Cangwu took the opportunity to hug her, and with a swipe of his hand on the jade bracelet, the protruding puppet threads disappeared.
Upon seeing Hua Yan, he hooked a thread with his other hand.
He forcibly straightened the woman who was almost torn apart, and she quickly regained consciousness. Before Hua Yan was fully awake, she suddenly met Mu Cangwu's cold, murderous gaze.
Upon seeing this, Hua Yan was so frightened that her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground.
"Young master, I—"
"Get out of here. If there's a next time, you'll be reborn."
Upon hearing this, Hua Yan turned even paler, but Mu Cangwu merely gave her a cold look before turning and leaving.
As Lou Yunqi walked out of that corner, he was waiting outside the Linshui Pavilion. Looking at the corpse puppet maids in the Weirui Secret Realm, he frowned slightly with disgust, but forcibly suppressed it.
But when he saw Mu Cangwu carrying Ruan Qing'an out, his expression suddenly darkened: "What did you do?"
"I couldn't help myself and told her some things about us."
Mu Cangwu paused, then said, "Don't worry, I know it's not good for her to know these things. After saying that, I used the puppet strings to temporarily control her mind and erase all those memories."
"Don't worry, I know she's in a spirit form right now, and I'm afraid of causing her irreversible damage, so I'm using these jade bracelets to control her. The puppet strings won't affect her body."
"Just like you, my obsession is to find her. From the moment we saw her, we couldn't escape each other."
"Lou Yunqi, how could I bear to harm her?"
After speaking at length, Mu Cangwu finally paused, his dark eyes turning slightly cold as he looked at Lou Yunqi: "Are you relieved now?"
Lou Yunqi, however, did not buy it at all.
He flicked his finger across his longsword, and a sword cry resounded through the heavens: "I feel more at ease entrusting the man to me."
"..."
Mu Cangwu tightened his grip on Ruan Qing'an's arms, and finally, in the next instant, he laughed: "You want to kill her?"
"After waiting so long, you still want to defy this destiny, don't you, Lou Yunqi?"
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