"What do you want the corpse for?" Shen Qing asked with a cold face.
"No, I don't know."
"What does a person look like?"
"He was just wearing a black robe and a big hat on his head. I couldn't see his face clearly. But I could tell from his voice that he was very old."
An old man in a black robe.
Hua Qiufeng thought for a moment and suddenly spoke, "Master, while on a mission, I once heard of a profession in the North called a puppeteer. This type of person has very dark methods, refining human corpses into living dead."
"Puppeteer?"
What kind of sorcery is this? Is there really such a cult in the world?
But even her traveling through time has happened, so what else is impossible?
"Right, right, right. I heard that old man talking about the strongest puppet army!" the bandit exclaimed. "And, he comes here once a month!"
"Qiu Feng, go collect all the information about the puppeteer." Shen Qing stood up, "Bring this person back to the palace and draw a portrait of the person he saw."
"yes."
"Tell Jiang Zhuo that I will not be returning for the next few days. I will announce to the public that I am ill. I have asked the Prime Minister to take charge of the court."
"Yes." Hua Qiufeng responded, "Master, would you like to send more people over? I'm worried..."
"Have Chunye send a few assassins to hide around the village."
"yes."
After Hua Qiufeng left, Shen Qing sat down on the upper seat of the mountain stronghold and put his feet on the table.
The bandits around looked at each other and didn't dare to move forward.
Please, this person ascended to the throne through treason! Who dares to speak to her?
The boss had been captured, so what were they going to do? Should they elect a new boss to take over?
"What are you doing? Why are you standing here?" Shen Qing propped up his head with his hands and looked at the group of people in front of him. Then he looked around and said, "Your conditions are much better than when I was a bandit."
"You, you were once a bandit?"
"Have you all seen the man in black robe?" Shen Qing grabbed a handful of melon seeds and ate them.
"We've only seen him from a distance. Every time he comes, it's the boss who negotiates deals with him."
"Yes, he is very fierce and won't let us get close to him."
"One time I served him tea, and I could vaguely smell a foul odor on him." The bandit scratched his head, recalling the odor, "It seemed like something was burnt, mixed with a highly rotten smell."
It seems that refining so-called puppets produces a foul smell. The black-robed man said that if he wanted to create a puppet army, he definitely couldn't refine them one by one, but had to refine hundreds or even thousands of them at once.
First of all, the place must be large, and secondly, far away from human habitation, otherwise the smell will definitely be noticed.
"He's been here more than once?" Shen Qing asked in confusion.
"That's probably... five times."
Five times, once a month, for five months.
In other words, they had built the refining house at least five months ago.
It started in the north and has now penetrated into the east. Does Murong Sheng know about it?
Shen Qing looked at the beams above her head thoughtfully. She wanted to see what kind of monsters were doing such immoral things!
"From now on, you must remember that the original boss of this village is dead, and I am your new boss. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty... No, Boss."
"Well, get busy."
Imperial Palace.
Jiang Zhuo waited for Chen Qing for a long time, but only waited for Hua Qiufeng to come back.
"Master Jiang, the bodies from Qingshan Temple have mysteriously disappeared. We've questioned some bandits in Beishan and learned that the puppeteer from the north has come to Dongli. According to the bandit Ada, the puppeteer will be going to Beishan to trade bodies soon. The master has sent a message to you that she will be staying in Beishan for the time being, waiting for her to come."
"As for the court, the master has ordered that she be in poor health and that the Prime Minister take charge of the situation."
Jiang Zhuo's eyes turned slightly when he heard this, "Puppet Master, I have heard a little about it."
The puppets of the north are said to be able to transform corpses into the state of the living dead, without food, sleep, breath or feeling.
If he really created a puppet army, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Send a few more people to assist His Majesty and ensure your safety."
"yes."
Jiang Zhuo thought for a moment, then got up and went to the library in the palace. He remembered that there were records about puppeteers there.
He had come to the library once when he was a child and had stumbled upon a record of it, but his memory was a little hazy now, so he had to look for it again, hoping it hadn't been erased.
Jiang Zhuo searched the library for most of the night before finally finding the book "Strange Tales" on the shelf. It contained records of all sorts of exotic flowers and plants, as well as various strange professions, including one about puppeteers.
Puppetry can bind one person's soul to another person's body and control it through a special refining ritual.
Isn't this a sorcery? How could there be a soul-transferring technique in this world?
Jiang Zhuo quickly flipped through the records about puppeteers.
"Originating from the North, puppeteers are extremely rare, with only one produced in each generation. The stronger the puppeteer's abilities, the weaker their body..."
Shangshu Mansion.
After Bai Xian was taken away, Mrs. Bai was very anxious, but Bai Runyi seemed as if nothing had happened.
"Mom, don't worry. Based on my understanding of Her Majesty, as long as Dad didn't kill the person, she will definitely not kill innocent people."
Bai Runyi comforted Mrs. Bai.
"How can I not worry? What kind of place is the Dali Temple? That damn Dali Temple Chief is a murderer who kills without blinking an eye! If your father falls into his hands, he will be skinned alive." Mrs. Bai said while crying, tears streaming down her face.
It turns out that Bai Runyishui's physique was inherited from Mrs. Bai.
"No, Jiang Zhuo... Although he's not a good person, he's quite capable at investigating cases."
Bai Runyi persuaded Mrs. Bai by all means and returned to her yard and quickly poured herself a glass of water.
"I know how tired Qingqing is of coaxing me."
Bai Runyi sat in the yard, supporting his head with his hands and sighing.
After Shen Qing became the emperor, he was extremely busy. It was not convenient for her to always go in and out of the palace. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen her for several days.
"Miss, there's a young man named Chun at the door asking to see you." The maid stood in front of Bai Runyi, "He said the emperor sent for him."
The young man surnamed Chun, Chun Ye? Did Qingqing send him here? What message did he send?
"Send him in."
The maid led Chunye in and came to Bai Runyi's yard.
"Miss, your yard is quite nice."
"Qingqing asked you to come find me?" She looked at Chunye with sparkling eyes, and the latter scratched his head.
"Yes, I am under the Emperor's order to secretly protect the young lady."
"Protect me? Could it be that there are some human traffickers in the capital again who are kidnapping young girls?" Bai Runyi looked at Chunye in horror.
"That's not the case." Chunye thought about how to speak without scaring her, "I'm just simply worried about you."
"Am I such a worry?"
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