Zi Mo discovered something else, and a wisp of smoke escaped from around the boy.

It’s a nightmare!

She steeled herself and stared at the boy, only to see that the green smoke was full of hostility, slowly seeping from the boy's facial features into his body, but the boy was still immersed in the joy of revenge and didn't know it. The nightmare in her heart was growing rapidly through these grievances.

It was eroding the boy bit by bit.

The young man stared at his clenched palms, a few drops of tears mixed with the powder. He quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, gently threw the powder back in his hand, and walked out of the noble house of Yangzhuang completely. His

Behind him, countless dolls rushed up to lick the powder clean.

After the young man left, the Invisibility Pill lost its effectiveness. Zi Mo stood in front of the vermilion gate. The two doors had completely peeled off, and the plaque was smashed into four or five pieces and stuck on the ground.

Her mind was filled with nightmares.

"Right now, the puppet master has practiced the magic of puppets and massacred the Yang family. The nightmare invaded his mind and took the opportunity to grow. I'm afraid that the nightmare is about to break through the limit and completely transform. Little King of Hell, let's follow him quickly."

As long as she uses a magic weapon to purify the Heart Nightmare within a stick of incense after the Heart Nightmare is completely transformed, she and Yan Song can successfully complete the mission, but where will the young man go?

She took out the sky-gazing mirror and looked for the puppet master with Little Hell. The wind and sand in the mirror obscured the entire picture, making it impossible to tell where he was.

Suddenly the young man's face was reflected in the mirror, and his eyes were crimson and tightly open. For a moment, Zi Mo thought he was staring at her through the looking glass, and couldn't help but take a breath.

Suddenly she heard the low voice of the little King of Hell, and then she noticed that Yan Song looked different, "He seemed to be led by something, his mind was very chaotic, everything was out of control, and his body was repelling each other." Yan Song's face was pale, and he was slowly.

Said slowly.

The inner nightmare is still devouring the young man, and it is the inner nightmare that has blinded his mind. Time is running out, and we must find the boy as soon as possible. The inner nightmare is about to be refined! Only within a stick of incense can we take advantage of the weakest inner nightmare.

Only then can it be purified. That's the only way!

The young man and Zi Mo looked at each other in the sky-gazing mirror. Suddenly the young man smiled strangely, and then he used magic power in his hands. The sky-gazing mirror instantly turned into darkness. Before Zi Mo could react, the sky-gazing mirror suddenly broke into pieces.

Dissipated.

It’s over. The sky-gazing mirror is gone.

The young man was blessed by evil magic and discovered and destroyed the sky-gazing mirror on his body. Now his whereabouts could not be traced at all. Driven by the nightmare in his heart, who knows what crazy things he would do.

What Qian Guan once said flashed through her mind: all the people suddenly disappeared overnight, and Yangzhuang was abandoned from then on.

When Zi Mo and Yan Song arrived, it was already too late. Her heart skipped a beat. There were corpses everywhere on Yangzhuang Street, with no one alive.

The area was stained with blood for miles around, and everything you could see was littered everywhere, with broken limbs stuck everywhere. The blood extended downward into the ground, turning the land into a deep red. It was like a crazy land of bliss, which made people's scalp numb. After several searches,

, except for this painful scene, there was nothing else, not even a shadow of the boy was seen.

She approached a vendor next to a candy man shelf. The vendor was lying on his back and was stained red with blood. The heavy fog lingered in the sky, and the thick smoke covered these shocking scenes, which gradually smoothed the blood.

Yan Song took a deep breath. Even though he has always been contrary to those priests who claim to be moral, he will never attack defenseless ordinary people. He may refuse to save people at the risk of death, but he will never kill them secretly.

He knew that the Puppet Master made mistakes because his mind had been eroded, and the reason was that the Puppet Master was too cowardly and insignificant. All of this made Yan Song once again determined that only the strong can stand, and the Puppet Master made him more aware of the world.

To be alert.

"Let's chase him quickly and intercept him before he gets far." Zi Mo held the magic weapon tightly. In fact, she knew in her heart that there was little point in chasing her.

The best time for the nightmare to transform has long passed. The nightmare will only become stronger and stronger as time goes by, but she doesn't want to give up. Yan Song did not persuade her, and the two looked at each other speechlessly.

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The word "Weizhuang" on the stone tablet was splashed with blood. Zi Mo took a look at this sad place and walked farther and farther away from Yan Song. No matter what, with the magical weapon in hand, even if it is not the time when Xin Ma is at his weakest

She will also try her best to suppress her inner nightmare.

One second I was walking on an uncultivated loess path, and the next second I was walking through a small bamboo forest. The nightmare involuntarily entered the third stage and started a new direction.

In the dense forest, Zi Mo became less and less energetic as he walked.

"In the Temple of Fortune, I tried to protect the puppet master, but failed. In the Yang Mansion, I tried to purify the puppet master's inner nightmare, but failed. This time, no matter what, I will use magic weapons to compete with the puppet master. I can't waste any more opportunities."

They have been in the nightmare for a long time. Every time a stage ends, they are more in danger of being trapped in the nightmare. She had already thought of this possibility before she came in.

If there is still no progress, I am afraid that she and the little King of Hell will really be trapped in the nightmare forever. She entered the nightmare just to give it a try, but now she is afraid that the little King of Hell will be dragged in to support her.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, there was a tea stall with few people around. The pedestrian pulling the carriage was asking the tea waiter for the way, "A few miles ahead is Lingcheng." The tea waiter had just seen a pedestrian off and wiped it.

Before the rags were put down on the table, a man and a woman walked into the tea stall. The tea waiter cleared a table and greeted the two of them.

"That day we were invited to watch a show at the Jiuxing Pavilion. People in Lingcheng said that the puppet master had only traveled to Lingcheng a few years ago. He stayed because his performance was so popular in the local area."

Zi Mo continued: "So could the third location of the nightmare be Lingcheng? If my guess is correct, we are now in the year when the puppet master first came to Lingcheng."

She and Yan Song were sitting on the stone bench, and they could vaguely see the small town on the edge from the end of the bamboo forest. That was Lingcheng, which was the next step for the puppeteer. The young man performed all the way and became a famous puppeteer.

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"If nothing else happens, we will meet the puppet master soon. Let's do it directly this time." Yan Song agreed, glancing under the table as he spoke.

While he was concentrating, a child with bad hair emerged from under the table. The child stared straight at the snacks on the table. Zi Mo saw the child's intention and pushed the snacks in front of him, telling him to eat without fear.

When she came in, she noticed that the tea waiter was driving away the child. This child would sneak into the tea stall every time when the waiter wasn't paying attention. No wonder she didn't see the child just now, and thought she was being kicked out. After going back and forth, she didn't expect the child.

He actually ran to them.

The child ate for a while and jumped away. As soon as he ran not far away, Zimo noticed that Yan Song had also disappeared. She turned around and saw Yan Song running out after the child. She hurriedly chased after him to see

It depends.

"Where's the money?" Yan Song stretched out his hand and asked the child. The child was stopped and had no place to run. He opened his eyes wide and said innocently: "I didn't steal your money, I didn't!" After saying this, the child burst into tears.

While crying, I moved my steps.

After understanding what had happened, before Zi Mo could say anything, a lantern suddenly descended from mid-air. The lantern flashed out a stream of light. The stream of light enveloped the child and disappeared in an instant. When he looked again, he didn't even know where the lantern was going.

It's the puppeteer!

The puppeteer took the child away.

Zi Mo did not expect to meet the puppet master so soon. Of course, such a good opportunity could not be missed. She and Yan Song signaled to each other to catch up until the two of them chased into Lingcheng.

When he arrived at the Lingcheng Wall downstairs, the puppet master put down the child. He stared at Yan Song who was chasing him with interest, and said sideways: "This young master, it is not a good habit to bully the younger ones."

The child grasped a corner of the puppeteer and hid behind his back, showing his eyes. With the puppeteer's protection, he stood up straight with confidence and boldness.

The child actually didn’t know the person who protected him at all. If he had to say something, he would do so before half a stick of incense:

He saw an injured man in the bamboo forest, with blood on his arms. He lay on the man and smelled it, and the man on the ground opened his cloudy eyes.

"Hey guys, are you injured? You look like a beggar in what you're wearing. You stole a treasure from a pawn shop and were chased and beaten like this, right? You weren't careful at all..."

The child rolled up his trousers and took out a handful of black and sticky stuff. He picked out something about the size of a fingernail and applied it on the wound. He said, "This is my magic medicine for healing wounds. I'll share it with you. Run faster next time so you don't get caught."

, it hurts when they hit people..."

The man on the ground slowly got up. He stared at the dirt-like thing on his arm. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. "You are... giving me medicine..."

The child looked at him strangely. For such an obvious thing, did he not have eyes? Or was it because no one had ever given him medicine?

The child rubbed the extra ointment on his clothes and said perfunctorily: "Ah, yes, yes, if we meet again in the future, remember to share half of the stolen things with me."

Suddenly he came back to his senses and saw the mysterious fight in front of him. The child was so scared that he swallowed his saliva. Unexpectedly, the injured guy he saw casually was not an ordinary person. He was really lucky.

The puppeteer glanced at the child behind him. The child was almost wrapped around his thigh. The puppeteer also had injuries on his legs. He stretched his legs and seemed to feel that his legs were slowly losing consciousness. The child hugged his thighs tightly and stared at the two people opposite him with hatred.

personal.

The puppet master spread out his body and took the child aside. Zi Mo could clearly see the blood and bruises on the puppet master's arms, and almost all of the exposed flesh was purple-red scars.

These were all wounds caused by the backlash of the lantern. She once saw the lantern backlashing its owner in the looking glass. It seemed that it wasn't that the puppeteer didn't run away, but that he was seriously injured by evil magic and couldn't run at all.

At this time, the puppet master looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, and his appearance was not much different from that of Yang Mansion, but the feeling was completely different. His face was still thin, and there was some alienation and harshness in the sharp edges.

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Taking advantage of him being injured and weak now is a God-given opportunity. How could he not rush forward to fight against the nightmare at this time?

Without any explanation, she clenched the magic weapon and faced the puppet master. The magic weapon continued to expand in her hands, and finally transformed into a piece of green tea petals. The green tea petals emitted wisps of white light and flowing shadows. Those white shadows entered the puppet master's body and could help him.

Purify the mind.

Although the best opportunity for purification has been missed, if you can purify now, the real puppet master will have a clearer mind, and those behind the stage curtain will have a better chance of being rescued.

The green tea petals kept changing, and more flowing shadows were released from the petals. The puppeteer retreated continuously, and the lantern continued to rotate in his hand to gather mana, and actually transformed into a barrier to repel the green tea flowers.

"You two and I have never met before. Why did you pursue me so relentlessly and kill me? In broad daylight, you wanted to kill me?"

The puppet master laughed and said, "Even if I have to fight, I am injured now, and you are still two people. This is not fair."
Chapter completed!