Yuzhu showed a somewhat hurt expression, "There are many women who also like me..."

But she finally realized that Xie Pingwu and Chi Qi looked a little wary, thinking that the people who wanted to kill her were very dangerous. She did not dare to speak, so she could only hold on to the hairpin tightly.

After a while, the wind roared and tore through the soft red gauze.

The spring warmth in Xie Pingwu's hand turned into forty-nine rays of sword light, and he chased towards the window neatly.

She was a step slower than the sword light, then jumped out of the window and followed Chunwen's instructions. Chi Qi was beside her. He grabbed Yuzhu casually, put him on his shoulders like a sack and chased after her.

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Xie Pingwu had no time to complain about Chi Qi, because Chun Wen's speed was so fast that she could hardly keep up.

As he wielded his sword, his clothes rustled in the wind.

I don’t know how far I chased him, but Xie Pingwu finally saw the figure in front of me. Without saying a word, she threw out a large number of holding charms and slashed out with the sword blade in her hand.

The figure flickered and turned into a wooden puppet and landed on the ground.

Xie Pingwu looked at the wooden puppet and felt a chill in his back.

It’s a puppet man again. Who can make a puppet have such powerful power?

Chi Qi threw away the jade bamboo and bent down to pick up the wooden puppet.

"It's made of Xinyi wood," Chi Qi said.

Xie Pingwu was slightly stunned, then reached out to take the wooden puppet and smelled it at the end of his nose. It really smelled like Xinyi wood. Looking at the shape of this wooden puppet, it was different from the popular little dolls with round faces and big eyes.

This little man's eyebrows and eyes are both long and slender.

Although the clothes look ordinary, if you look closely, they are actually very similar to what people on the street wear.

The world of cultivating immortals can be divided into three realms.

There is a large river flowing from the northwest to the southeast, called the Gaigui River. Halfway there, it divides into two tributaries to the southeast and southwest. The southwest one is called Baijiang, and the southeast one is called Ming River.

These three rivers divide the world of immortality into three regions.

Changqing Sect is in the west, Mingzhao Sect is in the northeast, and Heyi Sect is in the southeast.

That's why these three sects were placed at the top of the list because sword cultivators are the most powerful, and these three sects are the most powerful sects in these three regions.

The extreme southern region is south of the Heyi Sect.

The Heyi Sect is very rich, with the White Sun City being second only to the Extreme South Region in the world of immortality, so the cultural preferences it has developed are relatively trendy.

Only the Heyi Sect has such a doll image.

After all, the more human-like a doll is, the more frightening it is. People really wouldn’t make this thing to scare children.

But since the Heyi Sect has money, adults can also play with dolls (no)

"Xinyi wood is only found in the South." Xie Pingwu muttered before saying, "Do you suspect that the person who made this puppet is related to the sect families in the Heyi Sect?"

"It's not easy to make such an exquisite puppet, and it's not easy to fake it."

Therefore, the person who makes this puppet is the person who kills people.

"Even if it is such a doll, not many people can make it." Xie Pingwu naturally thought of the big data analysis method commonly used by modern police, and said: "Moreover, the other party also wants to take away the resentful spirits, and some things are done by puppets.

No one is clean."

But the creation of resentful spirits has satisfied the orthodox sect for several years.

Chi Qi did not deny Xie Pingwu's words, but put the doll away, and then glanced at the jade bamboo on the ground, "Do you know this doll?"

Yuzhu's expression was a little subtle.

"I know a lame old man who made dolls exactly like this one."

Xie Pingwu also stooped down and asked: "Then can you take me to find him?"

"It's about my life, that's for sure." Yuzhu got up from the ground, patted his thin and revealing clothes, held his chest and said: "Speaking of which, that old man is also a pitiful man, and

No spiritual power."

Xie Pingwu took a look around and felt that this was not a suitable place for telling stories.

She took out a serious piece of clothing from the mustard bag, put it on Yuzhu, and then returned with her sword. Yuzhu said on the sword: "Should we go now?"

"Okay." Xie Pingwu nodded.

So the sword turned in another direction and headed towards the small yard behind Huaqufang.

Different from the feasting and feasting in front of Huaqufang, the streets and alleys behind are filled with half-dead beggars, prostitutes, casual cultivators, and demonic cultivators. They are rotten and dirty, and the sounds of painful moans can be heard one after another.

Xie Pingwu and Chi Qi were holding their swords, so no one dared to take action.

Follow the muddy road to the end, where you will find a small courtyard.

Xie Pingwu reached out and knocked on the door three times slowly.

After a while, an old voice said, "Who is it?"

"Uncle Wu, it's me." Yuzhu said.

Footsteps really sounded in the yard, slow and heavy. A moment later, the old door was pushed open with a creak, revealing a dark face full of scars. The most terrifying thing was that there was only the white of the right eye.

At this time, the weak light shone on his face from below, making him look like a ghost.

Yuzhu was also shocked.

"Have people died again? How many?" The old man's voice was hoarse and rough.

Xie Pingwu walked out from behind Yuzhu and smiled, "Old man, I have something else to do."

"Those who want to collect money will also want to collect money from others." The old man said in a rough voice.

Xie Pingwu took out a few spiritual stones and handed them over, "What about this?"

"Come in." The other party said reluctantly.

When I walked into the courtyard, I saw a lot of debris everywhere, especially a puppet as big as a man in the corner of the courtyard. It had not been painted yet, and it was lying there pale and staring at a few people.

Xie Pingwu hesitated for a moment and then said, "Who did I sell my puppet to?"

"Old people, children, men, women." The old man replied very harshly.

But the person in front of him really didn't have any spiritual energy at all, but... he was haunted by a resentful spirit. Xie Pingwu glanced at the dull ghost energy around him, and found that this resentful spirit was not very vicious.

Chi Qi took out the wooden puppet and handed it to the old man, "What about this one?"

The other party reached out to take it, looked at it casually, and then threw it away, "I make more than a dozen a day, and thousands a year. You ask me if I know where this comes from?"

Chi Qi picked up a puppet on the ground and rubbed its joints with his fingertips.

He raised his eyes and said, "The puppets I made are different from those made by others." He spread his hands and said calmly: "Others like Yin Diao, but you like Yang Diao, and..."

He flipped it with his fingertips, casually broke off the puppet man's hand, and took out the rafter, "Everyone else's rafters are square, but yours is round."

The old man said nothing.

Xie Pingwu didn't know why Chi Qi knew what other puppets looked like, but then he thought about it. Although he was imprisoned in a slave farm, he had actually been lurking in the city in the extreme south for a long time during the time he escaped.
Chapter completed!