Agudamu stretched out his muscles and bones like a demon waking up, and the bones kept rumbling. "l520

Wushuang discovered that Agudamu was tilting forward slightly, his body's center of gravity was unstable but he would not fall yet, and there was something hanging on his back. The reason why his arms were swinging inconsistently was because he was pulled by some external force. When the mysterious force moved, his arms trembled.

Isn’t this just a puppet! If you want to break this magic, you must find the controller of the puppet behind it.

"My wolf's eyes are too thin. Turn on the flashlight and shine the top of Agudamum's head!" Wushuang said to Ma Ya.

Ma Ya was puzzled, but she still did what Wushuang wanted. She turned on the flashlight and the beam shone directly on the top of Agudam's head. Under the light, it seemed that a thread as thin as a hair was hanging on the top of Agudam's head and spine.

Wushuang pinched the fast stone in his hand and flew out. The stone accurately hit the thin silk. Suddenly, Agudamu's entire head and neck drooped.

It turned out that as Wushuang judged, Agudamu has now become a doll person, and someone controls his behavior behind his back. But what kind of magic can be so evil? The classics of the Thieves record many lost evil techniques in the world, but there is no such secret technique among them.

Although the thin wire hanging on Agudam's back was broken, his head and neck were lost control and drooped, and his whole body was still walking forward step by step as if he had lost the center of gravity.

"What the hell is this evil technique? Old bald donkey! If you have the ability to come out and fight for life and death with me, what kind of hero is you hiding in secret to play these tricks? Even if you are a gangster, you must be open-minded! I am Wushuang, what's the point of thieves to me! Why are you trying to make things difficult for these juniors?" Wushuang was angry and shouted in a hoarse voice.

But the thief didn't listen to his ridicule, and now he doesn't know where to hide and control the doll in his hand.

Wushuang knew that something was controlling Agudamum, but he had no choice but to do anything, because the thread was too small, which was several times thinner than the silver thread played in Na Xiu's hand, and it was simply impossible to distinguish with the naked eye. Furthermore, Agudamum was easy to deal with. He was a barbarian, but he had no skills and was controlled, and he was not so easy to move. Isn't it easy to kill him? But that was his good brother, Wushuang couldn't do anything, so he could only retreat step by step and dodge.

Agudamu stiffened his body, waved his arms and kept chasing them. The small temple was quite funny. A guy who was half-human, half-human, half-human, no ghost, chased them slowly. Wushuang could only admit defeat and ran around the circle with Ma Ya. Wushuang was so angry that he had nowhere to use it. This struggle lasted for half a night, and finally he was exhausted.

Huhu... Huhuhu... Wushuang was breathing heavily, but still couldn't get rid of Agudam. He was so angry that if it were someone else, he would have killed him long ago!

"Yeah, what kind of evil trick is this? Please help me think of a solution! Your brother, I can no longer run." Wushuang could only admit defeat. Without any moves, he could not fight, kill, kill.

"Does our thief have the skill to control puppets? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The demon monk Zhugu seemed to be deliberately teasing them, thinking that the two young people had almost consumed their physical energy, and finally got serious.

"Hmph...Hmph..." Agudamu was smiling sinisterly, no, it was Zhugu who was laughing, Agudamu was just his spokesperson.

"Kill? Come and kill me?" Agudamu made a gurgling sound in his throat, somewhat like a ventriloquy in martial arts.

"Demon Monk! If you have the ability, don't show your head. As long as you show your head, I will kill you with one shot!" Wushuang said fiercely.

"No, you don't have that chance anymore. The arrogant young man, give you a choice. If you commit suicide now, I can save your young master's life!" The demon monk Zhugu regarded Ma Ya as the young master of the thief because Ma Ya had a talisman around her neck.

Wushuang found it funny and said that he was a master. His skill was indeed unprecedented and extremely evil. But the real young master of the thief was in front of him, but he only recognized the Kui Talisman. It seemed that God's will, at least he would not hurt Ma Ya, so everything was for himself.

"I don't..." Ma Ya wanted to say something, but Wushuang covered her mouth.

"It's easy for you to kill me. Let's make a deal! Let my sister go, I'll let you deal!"

"Brother! No..." Wushuang covered Ma Ya's mouth and protected her behind her.

At this time, the demon monk Zhugu suddenly stopped talking. Agudamu, who had been chasing behind them, squatted on the ground and stopped moving, as if the power that controlled him had disappeared.

"Brother, go quickly!" Ma Ya pulled him and wanted to run out.

"You can't leave, brothers are all here, I'll go together! I'll kill this guy tonight! You go! Go to the foot of the mountain and wait for me!" Wushuang pushed Ma Ya out of Huang Temple and closed the temple gate with his backhand.

What's wrong with Zhugu? How could he suddenly relax his vigilance and give Wushuang a chance to escape? If Wushuang wanted to run away now, he might have lost the best time to kill him.

There is a small hill on Saiyin Mountain, just behind Huang Temple. There is a welcoming pine tree on the top of the mountain. This pine tree is planted by Genghis Khan himself, just like Huang Temple. This ancient pine tree covers the clouds and the sun. Under the shade of the ancient pine tree, an old lama sat cross-legged on the ground, holding hundreds of slender silver threads in his hand. He has been hiding in this dark place and staring at the movements of the two people in Huang Temple. These hundreds of silver threads control Agudam.

Suddenly, the four silver wires in his hand broke. These four silver wires are very important and are the ones that control the mind and soul of a person. How could they be broken? He has never failed in so many years since he came out of the mountain. This skill has been mastered to the point of perfection.

He picked up the broken silver wire from his feet and saw a broken hole on the silver wire. The broken hole was obviously cut off by some kind of sharp weapon. Is it that boy? Impossible! He would never have such a deep skill. It would be difficult for him to play a hidden weapon for 40 or 50 years. Even if he hits a silver wire by chance, it would never be possible for four silver wires to be cut off together.

Could it be... there is a master nearby? No, what kind of master can hide his strong aura? Judging from the skill of playing hidden weapons, the opponent's skills are definitely not inferior to him.

A cool air came out from behind his neck, which was a breath that cooled his bones and a breath from hell.

"Who is the master?" He stood up and released the thread that controlled the puppet in his hand.
Chapter completed!