"I... really... mean no harm..."
The puppet's body was pressed heavily to the ground. It tried desperately to raise its head, and the expression on its face was distorted by pain. When it uttered these words with difficulty, the sound was extremely unclear.
I saw it talking and struggling hard, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not break free from the black mist that was pouring in like water.
The black mist seemed to have life, pressing the puppet's body firmly in place, making it unable to move.
"My...my name is Qingsu..."
The puppet continued to speak intermittently, and each word was spoken with great difficulty.
At this moment, you can see that the huge black line that pierces its cheek begins to tremble slightly, as if it is about to come alive.
"Let's play a game together, okay?"
The puppet man persistently tried to raise his head and communicate with the person in front of him, but every time he made a move, he would be mercilessly pressed down again by the thick black fog.
At this moment, Blore suddenly heard a very subtle "click" sound.
Although the sound was very soft, it was particularly clear in the silence.
At the same time, the puppet seemed to have noticed this abnormality, and its originally violent struggling movements suddenly became much slower and gentler.
Blore looked closely and found that the black line on the puppet's chest and abdomen had quietly cracked. Through the crack, he could vaguely see some organs inside, half hanging in the air, precariously.
As time went by, the black fog covering the puppet gradually dissipated, revealing its arms.
The black lines were like the roughest and cheapest tattoos, creeping crookedly all over the forearm and upper arm.
At this moment, these black lines also cracked slightly, and then split into several thinner lines. From a distance, they no longer looked like black lines, but more like disgusting nematodes slowly wriggling.
"What?" Blore was startled when he heard the sound. He subconsciously squatted in the direction of the sound and looked carefully.
"I want to...I want to keep up with...you guys."
The faint voice sounded again, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.
Blore listened attentively but said nothing.
Blore raised his head and looked around, but was surprised to find that at some point, the thick black fog had become like a huge black curtain, tightly covering the two of them.
It was also because of this that those strange and terrifying monsters failed to detect the abnormal sounds they made.
"We're going out."
Si Weijun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. His words were concise and clear, without any hint of dragging his words out.
"He...Impossible!"
At this moment the puppet suddenly raised his eyes, looked directly at Blore, and uttered a chilling sentence:
"He... is going to die!"
The puppet said these last few words in a firm and decisive manner, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Why?"
Blore was bewildered, completely bewildered. The puppet's assertion was so sudden and bizarre that he couldn't accept it for a moment.
However, although the puppet's eyes were still a little confused, the words he spoke were extremely firm: "You die!"
"Let's go."
Si Weijun seemed not to want to continue to argue, and he suddenly interrupted the conversation between Blore and the puppet.
Then he glanced at the puppet with a light and careless look, and then stretched out his hand, half-clasped Blore's shoulders, and made as if to turn and leave.
"But……"
Blore was still full of doubts. There were many things he had not yet figured out.
Just when he was about to say something else, suddenly, he heard a dull sound.
He looked back and saw that the puppet, which originally looked eerie and terrifying, had now been completely submerged in the thick, almost indissoluble black fog. It was pressed firmly to the ground, and no trace of it could be seen.
"Feng..." However, the puppet in the black fog finally uttered this one word with difficulty, and then it seemed as if its soul was sucked out, and it lost all consciousness in an instant.
It originally exuded a strange aura, but now it was like a lifeless shell, standing quietly in the same place.
At the same time, the thick black fog that had been surrounding the puppet began to gradually dissipate and fade away.
They were like a group of well-trained soldiers, flowing slowly and orderly towards the direction where Si Weijun was, and finally gathered again at his side.
";we......";
Blore looked at everything happening in front of him, his heart full of doubts and confusion. He was about to say something, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
At this moment, Si Weijun keenly sensed Blore's intention, and quickly raised his index finger to his lips, making a gesture of silence, and said to him in a low voice:
";Don't make any sound... Haven't you noticed?
We stayed here for far too long, and that's why the puppet suddenly came to life."
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