Volume 2: A sudden change in the prison, a red-clothed man goes out to find a thief Chapter 200 Weird
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When a sudden crash sounded, the blade in Wada Mamoru's hand did not fall, but flew out of his hand, spinning and falling in the other direction of the street.
The blade trembled in mid-air, making a sound as if it was about to break, reflecting the faint light in the morning mist, and Wada Mamoru's face, which had become confused again, fell weakly to the ground.
"Dang." When this crisp sound broke the silence, Wada Mamoru and his brothers behind him stood there in a daze.
Only then did they see clearly what had knocked Wada Mamoru's sword away.
It was a puppet, a strange puppet that was half the height of a human, with a pale face and dressed in brocade clothes.
Its lifeless eyes and dull face showed that it was just a dead object. Its hands and feet were half hanging and its neck was twisted, but it still stood there in a strange posture, blocking Wada Mamoru's way.
In the thin morning mist, its long black hair fell to the ground, and its cracked mouth was slightly opened, as if revealing a very terrifying smile, but it also seemed to be expressionless.
"Ah." Li Si, who was standing in the door, spoke lightly after glancing at the puppet in front of him and the people who were frozen in time on the street.
"It seems that there is nothing for me to do. You guys can chat slowly."
After saying that, he drooped his eyes and slowly closed the door of the restaurant.
“Squeak.”
The creaking sound of the wooden door was so clear in the empty street, like a wood saw, slowly pulling against everyone's heart, making their breathing difficult and rapid.
The only people left on the street were Wada Mamoru and his companions and the quietly standing doll.
The strange old man was still sitting quietly in his shop, fiddling with his fingers with a makeup that made it hard to tell whether he was a human or a ghost.
Wada Mamoru looked back at the knife that fell to the ground, his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his last bit of spirit, even that bit of madness had disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.
The people behind him stared at the puppet that appeared out of nowhere and drew their knives.
It's just that their hands holding the knives were trembling a little. Obviously, people always have an innate fear of such strange and unknown things.
They didn't know what it was, or whether it was alive or dead. They only knew that it moved, and when it laughed, it looked like its face was cracking.
At this time, in the shop on the street, the strange old man calmly turned his head and slowly clenched one of his hands.
"Click, click, click, click, click, click."
Following the sound of joints moving, seven or eight puppets with different appearances stood up again in the fog around Wada Mamoru and others.
Some of them are short and fat, some are thin, some have four pairs of eyes, and some have eight arms.
But without exception, there was no life in their faces, as if they were corpses being pulled by strings, slowly approaching the crowd.
"Monsters... they are monsters..."
Finally, a man holding a knife could no longer bear this weird atmosphere. He muttered to himself, suddenly shouted, raised the knife and slashed at one of the puppets.
“Ahhhhhh!”
He shouted and waved the sword in his hand wildly. He must have been completely confused.
The person he was chasing was an eight-eyed puppet, and the puppet moved around freely among his swords, so that each of his swords could only fall along the puppet's body and could not hurt the puppet at all.
The puppet's four pairs of eyes were always fixed on him. Suddenly, the puppet stretched out a hand and easily grabbed the man's throat. The pale and slender palm seemed to have an irresistible force, which made the man's face flushed red. The knife in his hand also loosened unconsciously and fell between the stone slabs on the ground.
"Hehehe..."
The man struggled weakly with his hands, prying the puppet's palms apart, with a look of extreme panic in his eyes.
He looked at the eight eyes of the puppet and felt that he had seen the most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his life.
However, perhaps because it felt a little impatient, or perhaps because it didn't want to dirty its hands, the puppet did not kill the man, but threw him to the side of the street.
"Bang!" With a dull thud, the man fell to the side of the street.
Having saved his life, he did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly got up from the ground, muttering the word "monster" and ran away for his life.
At the same time, several other puppets around the crowd also began to move.
"Kakakaka." The long-haired puppet grinned and seemed to be laughing strangely. Its body swayed, and it seemed like a gust of evil wind rushed into the crowd.
The puppet with eight arms was lying on the ground, crawling on its arms, moving among the crowd.
The short and fat puppet ripped open its belly, and countless flying needles shot out from it, piercing the wrists of the people holding the knives.
The skinny puppet stood there, waving its hands meaninglessly, but if you look closely , you will find that each of its fingers is tied to a thread as thin as a hair, connecting it to the other puppets.
This is the secret of how the strange old man, in addition to his internal energy, can control multiple puppets at the same time. He controls the puppets and lets the puppets control the puppets.
In the morning mist, there were a lot of noises, and when the noises gradually subsided, the only thing left on the street was Wada no Kami kneeling there and a mess of swords.
The puppets didn't kill anyone, they just left them with their swords and scared them out of their wits.
At this time, except for Wada Mamoru, everyone else had already run away.
Wada-sama knelt on the ground in a trance, looking at the puppets slowly approaching him. In the mist, they really looked like the ghosts and gods that came to command.
But Wada Mamoru just thought with a dead expression.
Is this the punishment that Tendo the Great God (and the god of the country's samurai) gives to despicable people?
Now he has become like these puppets, unable to tell whether they are alive or dead.
He had lost everything that kept him going, his dignity, his Bushido, and his sword.
"Crack, crack, crack..." A retreating sound was heard.
The puppet disappeared in front of Wada Mamoru, and in its place walked a young man in loose robes and narrow eyes.
He had a pale makeup on, with a little bit of blood red on his lips, and he looked at Wada Mamoru expressionlessly.
"Can you give me a sword?" He Tianshou knelt down and said softly, "Perhaps at the last moment, I want to die as a samurai."
There was silence in front of him for a long time, and it was unknown how much time had passed before a voice finally came.
"You are truly the worst warrior I have ever seen."
If Li Si were here, he would probably be surprised.
Because he would find that the strange old man could actually speak, and in his native language.
