The black long staff swung down with a piercing sound, gleaming with a cold light.
Just as it seemed Xiao An was about to be stabbed through the throat by the spear, Wang Xiaomie couldn’t bear to look and turned away, but then Yi Yan’s face sank and he shouted loudly, “Xiao An!”
In that split second, Xiao An, who had been suppressed, suddenly straightened up!
“Dong—”
The pink magic wand knocked away the weapon swung at her!
The petite girl abandoned attacking An Xie and instead rushed towards Wen Fengjin!
What the hell is going on?
Wang Xiaomie looked over in astonishment, but was stunned. Fine cracks appeared on Xiao An’s skin, which was no different from a human’s, revealing legs, arms, and neck all covered in these tiny fissures.
Just looking at it made one feel pain. When Xiao An used force to strike with the weapon, blue blood would splatter out. Wen Fengjin’s sword pierced into her chest, Xiao An’s movement paused momentarily, then her body staggered a few times, blue blood flowing from her eyes, her neck unable to support her head as it swayed.
With soft palms, she gripped the soft sword embedded in her chest, pulling it out expressionlessly. The force was so great that even Wen Fengjin could only retreat after releasing his strength.
“What’s going on?” An Xie asked, leaning over beside Wen Fengjin.
Wen Fengjin’s face turned cold, without answering, he just looked in the direction of Yi Yan and sneered.
People who constantly clamored against monsters and evil were even more cruel than those they accused!
On the other side, Wang Xiaomie watched as Xiao An once again fought Wen Fengjin and An Xie as if unleashing her ultimate move. The one-eyed puppet took advantage of the chaos, and the golden weapons’ lethality against An Xie was too great. An Xie’s extraordinary skills couldn’t withstand the overwhelming attacks, akin to a swarm of ants biting an elephant to death. And it seemed like he had drawn hatred upon himself as he took the beating every time.
When An Xie couldn’t hold on any longer, Wen Fengjin would switch positions to block the raging Xiao An, giving An Xie time to take medicine. In this way, the side that was initially suppressed ended up becoming their side under Wen Fengjin’s lead!
Wang Xiaomie didn’t know why Xiao An was able to withstand Wen Fengjin’s pressure just now, but looking at her current condition, he knew it wasn’t something good.
Sure enough.
Seeing this scene, Bai Yu’s face turned pale. He turned his head and stared at Yi Yan incredulously, questioning, “What are you doing?! By doing this, Xiao An’s core will be completely damaged soon, and she will die!”
Yi Yan’s relaxed smile faded slightly from his face, his slender eyes falling on Bai Yu.
He said, “It’s not time yet. The Drought Demon and Wen Fengjin haven’t spent themselves to the extent I want.”
Bai Yu’s eyes widened with anger that he couldn’t suppress. Due to his fury, his speech was rapid and low. He said, “We could totally manipulate Xiaomie and that purple-haired zombie to make them start fighting each other right away! After all, in the end…”
“Bai Yu!”
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The indifferent voice made Bai Yu’s words stick in his throat, his face turning red from holding back his frustration.
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“But Xiao An…”
“Bai Yu!”
Yi Yan’s gaze met Bai Yu’s.
“Xiao An is my masterpiece, my best puppet, but a puppet is just a tool.”
Under Bai Yu’s bewildered gaze, Yi Yan looked away and glanced at the people fighting outside, speaking softly.
“And tools need to be replaced…”
Wang Xiaomie, who heard it all: … What a beast.
No matter how you looked at that girl, she was still a person. Even if she was essentially created as a puppet, she could speak, live like a human, and had been accompanying Yi Yan for so long. At least there must be some emotions attached. To just talk about abandoning her like that…
Extreme reason is cruelty…
Even Wang Xiaomie, an outsider, felt uncomfortable, not to mention Bai Yu.
Bai Yu looked at the man he thought was the most gentle, caring, and capable of providing him with a happy family, never expecting that this man would turn out to be a relative with whom he shared blood.
To hear such words in the end shattered all his illusions and expectations!
Thinking back to the memories of being with Xiao An, Bai Yu grimaced bitterly. “I’ve always seen that child as a younger sister, she’s a member of our family… You don’t want her to retreat because you already have a better ‘masterpiece,’ right?”
Yi Yan’s face was frosty and he didn’t reply. He wouldn’t let his plans of over twenty years be jeopardized just because Bai Yu was upset.
Watching Bai Yu’s back, Wang Xiaomie sighed sympathetically in his heart. Da Bai, you’re so stupid~
Bai Yu clenched his fists and turned to look outside.
An Xie kept taking one pill after another, while more and more broken one-eyed puppets littered the surroundings. Xiao An’s right arm was severed, and a continuous flow of blue liquid poured from her broken stump, staining her white cartoon shirt, blue vest, and skirt.
The crimson and golden figures moved in harmony, casting brilliant lights in the air.
Xiao An stared blankly as she found herself flying towards the cloudy sky, her large eyes blinked, feeling as if she had turned into a cloud, floating in the air.
A burst of white light erupted, and the inorganic eyes showed some confusion, then she fell down, seeing her own body…
The headless girl’s body swayed a few times, kneeling on the ground, and finally became a member of the broken puppets. They all turned into piles of rubbish in the junkyard.
Creak, creak…
Bai Yu shifted his gaze away from the dull eyeball, stiffly lying on the wooden chair, grinding his teeth fiercely.
Through the torn clothes, one could see Wen Fengjin’s wounds starting to heal. An Xie sat on a pile of puppet corpses, emptied the medicine bottle, leaving only one pill.
He swallowed the pill with a sigh. “These puppets are too annoying. There are around 200 to 300 of them; even if there are medicines to heal, it’s mentally exhausting.” He lowered his voice. “Senior Wen, if you didn’t guess wrong earlier, we’ll be fighting each other later. This bastard has been treacherous for over twenty years. According to the plan, be careful in the end.”
An Xie changed the subject with a bitter smile. “I’m entrusting my and my wife’s lives to Senior Wen. Please remember not to really murder me!”
Wen Fengjin nodded, curling his lips. “Of course I remember.”
An Xie didn’t say anything more and began to rest.
“It seems you’re done fighting.”
Seeing the wounds on Wen Fengjin and An Xie, Yi Yan showed a satisfied expression and walked towards Wang Xiaomie and Little Purple Hair. Wang Xiaomie quickly reverted to his blank look, and then the two of them were lifted by Yi Yan, one in each hand, and brought in front of everyone.
Wang Xiaomie stood on the ground, while the agitatedly growling Little Purple Hair struggled and was casually thrown at Wang Xiaomie’s feet.
“Roar—”
Probably hurt from being thrown, the white sack moved around haphazardly, and Little Purple Hair let out a low, weak growl.
Seeing this scene, An Xie’s eyes suddenly turned red. The cheerful young face turned terrifyingly ferocious, staring at Yi Yan crazily as if he wanted to rush up and devour him alive!
“Do you recognize these two?” Yi Yan snickered, standing behind Wang Xiaomie and turning his face to gently stroke Wang Xiaomie’s cheek with his hand.
Wang Xiaomie trembled almost imperceptibly under his touch.
Meanwhile, Wen Fengjin’s expression was almost identical to An Xie’s.
“Bai Yu.”
Yi Yan was very pleased with their reactions and called out to Bai Yu, “Keep an eye on the puppet in your hand. If anything happens, break its neck.”
Bai Yu nodded lightly.
Yi Yan then picked up Little Purple Hair’s sack, lightly flicked the dust off his cyan mandarin jacket with one hand, and then smiled at Wen Fengjin and An Xie.
“Now, these two you cherish are in my hands. I can control their life and death at any time. I can kill them both simultaneously, or spare one… Understand?”
Wen Fengjin sneered.
An Xie’s face turned blue, veins bulging.
In Wang Xiaomie’s mind, he snarked, ‘Your wives are in my hands. Behave, and I might spare one.’ Who wouldn’t understand such a simple statement?
Little Purple Hair in the sack continued to roar, and An Xie almost revealed his zombie nature. His fingernails grew long and turned pitch black, gripping his spear as he prepared to charge forward. However, Yi Yan calmly said, “Take one more step forward, and I’ll kill him.”
An Xie froze in place, cursing under his breath, “Damn it!”
Wen Fengjin remained silent, but except for when they were being chased before, Wang Xiaomie had never seen Wen Fengjin display such an expression.
“Only one can live,” Yi Yan chuckled lightly, his thin lips curved upward, his eyes filled with a lofty mockery. “Whether you believe it or not doesn’t matter to me. I only need one of you to survive. The side that dies will make my hostage useless. Whoever survives will be able to stay… Don’t try to deceive me. Drought Demon, failing to kill you twenty years ago is the biggest regret of my life. Now it’s time to make up for that regret…”
Wen Fengjin and An Xie didn’t move. In response, Yi Yan casually tilted his head, exerting a little force with his palm. Little Purple Hair screamed, and Wang Xiaomie found himself involuntarily gripping his own neck tightly…
“Are you sure you don’t want to start?” Yi Yan’s laughter drifted away.
Wen Fengjin and An Xie exchanged glances, then each stepped back a few paces and raised their weapons.
The fight-to-the-death atmosphere filled the air with the smell of blood. A few raindrops fell, wetting the yellow earth.
Wang Xiaomie felt extremely nervous.
Just as the tension was about to erupt, Yi Yan suddenly said, “Drought Demon, throw away your medicine bottle.”
An Xie’s expression twisted, he spat forcefully, and threw the medicine bottle on the ground. Yi Yan nodded in satisfaction, “Good.”
Shit! Luckily, Wen Fengjin had already calculated this.
An Xie gritted his teeth, thought about the pill in his pouch, the spear swung with flair, and with the force of a hundred tons, he thrust towards Wen Fengjin…
Thunder roared through the sky once again, and finally, the rain fell.
The raindrops, large as beans and fast, pounded on the ground. The wind howled, the sky outside was dim yellow, and Wang Xiaomie could hardly see the two figures clearly, only occasionally catching glimpses of their movements bursting with chilly light amidst the rain, dazzling!
He felt uneasy, and Yi Yan only looked away when he saw that they were indeed fighting fiercely.
“Bai Yu, be ready. Even if one of them manages to survive, his strength will be exhausted. I’ll kill the one left, and then we’ll burn this place down and leave immediately!”
Wang Xiaomie heard this, sincerely cursing Yi Yan’s eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, planning how to sneakily stab him when he wasn’t paying attention.
“Understood,” Bai Yu replied calmly. When Yi Yan wasn’t paying attention, he glanced at Wang Xiaomie’s profile. Whether it was Wang Xiaomie’s imagination or not, he felt there was some other meaning in Bai Yu’s gaze.
But soon, the sound of flesh being cut and grunts made Wang Xiaomie too nervous to think about anything else, and he focused all his attention outside, no longer paying any attention to Bai Yu.
