Every day the puppet is playing dead

Once a good-tempered and honest person gets angry, they will be struck down by thousands of thunderbolts without even saying hello, making people feel so horrified that their legs are so soft that they kneel down.

Chongyu didn't expect Mr. Wen to be so angry, he was so frightened that he took a step back subconsciously.

At this moment, Mr. Wen didn't care about Chong Yu's reaction anymore. He walked out of the dungeon directly, heading up the stairs with a solemn expression.

Chong Yu thought for a while, but still followed Mr. Wen.

As for this dungeon... Chong Yu didn't want to delve into it.

He knew what the player he sent away just now represented. One player with such a tragic experience meant two, three, or more.

In this way, he was extremely lucky.

There is a thick layer of black oxidized blood on the railing in this dungeon, which should belong to more than one person.

But, since I don't see anyone else, let's stop here.

Chongyu is avoiding this truth.

[I've been curious since just now. 】

Yuan Wuxin's voice sounded from Chongyu's mind, and he asked,

[What does the word "player" appear in other people's mouths, including yours, mean? 】

Hearing Yuan Wuxin's question, Chong Yu was startled. He was silent for a few seconds before seriously replying:

[I'll talk about this matter later, let's deal with Mr. Wen's matter first. 】

Yuan Wuxin snorted coldly, and complained:

【You play dead again. 】

When he said this, Yuan Wuxin's voice seemed to have a small hook, which made Chongyu uneasy, wishing to tell Yuan Wuxin the truth directly

But the remaining rationality stopped Chongyu from doing this. He seemed to be possessed, and even made a promise at this moment, just to appease Yuan Wuxin:

[After this incident, I will tell you the truth. 】

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Wuxin immediately agreed:

【Remember, this is what you said. 】

Chong Yu: […]

He finally realized that he had dug a hole for himself, and then no matter what Yuan Wuxin said, Chongyu pretended not to hear it and pretended to be dead.

After Chongyu and Mr. Wen came out of the dungeon one after the other, Mr. Wen frowned and sealed the entrance of the dungeon in disgust, as if he was dealing with a piece of garbage.

After doing this, Mr. Wen turned around and faced Chongyu.

At this time, Mr. Wen returned to his previous gentle appearance, completely unreminiscent of the angry person in the dungeon.

He smiled reassuringly at Chongyu and said:

"Next, what I'm going to do, will you stop me?"

Chong Yu understood what Mr. Wen was going to do. He frowned, hesitated, and said:

"I can do it for you."

If it is to kill Mr. Hua, Chongyu thinks that he can do it for him.

He really couldn't imagine what would happen to Mr. Wen, who only knew how to save people, if he killed a person.

There is indeed a thin line between saving people and killing people, but... that's Mr. Wen.

As for himself, Chongyu thought it was nothing.

He is slowly adapting to this world, and has gradually become familiar with killing.

With such a fast adaptation speed, I don't know whether it is because Chongyu is really cold in nature as others have commented, or because his puppet body has long been adapted to "killing".

"no need."

Mr. Wen shook his head, he rejected Chong Yu's proposal,

"My business is still for me to solve by myself."

After saying this, Mr. Wen looked at Chongyu for a few seconds, then lowered his head, and said rather lonelyly:

"I can't always rely on other people."

He remembered again, the young man in the medical center back then.

It's a pity that that "youth" is no longer there, and he has no reason to rely on others all the time.

Chong Yu fell silent, and he stood beside him without saying a word, acquiescing to Mr. Wen's choice.

"If something abnormal happens after I... kill someone."

Mr. Wen walked a few steps towards Mr. Hua, he stopped, and then turned his head to remind Chongyu,

"Please, kill me."

Chong Yu's face suddenly sank, he looked at Mr. Wen, and said word by word:

"Then don't make any exceptions."

Hearing this, Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment, then he smiled in relief, without nodding or shaking his head, he walked towards Mr. Hua again.

Now Mr. Hua is sleeping, his expression is peaceful and serene, he has no idea that his life is about to end.

Mr. Wen walked to the bed. He stood in front of Mr. Hua and stared at Mr. Hua's sleeping face for a moment.

His mood is complicated.

It was a bust with the same face as him.

Killing the half body with the same face is, in a sense, killing a part of oneself.

Afterwards, Mr. Wen climbed onto the bed, straddled Mr. Hua's body, suppressed all Mr. Hua's possible struggles, Mr. Wen took out a dagger from his arms, and slashed at Mr. Hua's neck——

Just when the blade was about to cut through the skin on Mr. Hua's neck, Mr. Hua, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. He grabbed Mr. Wen's wrist with great precision, and laughed at Mr. Wen:

"You actually want to kill me?!"

Mr. Wen was stunned. He ignored Mr. Hua's wrist and said in surprise:

"Aren't you asleep?!"

The two of them, can't only one of them stay awake at a time?

"You are going to kill me, of course I have to wake up."

A strange flush appeared on Mr. Hua's face.

Even though he was about to be killed by Mr. Wen, Mr. Hua did not show any negative emotions such as despair or disgust. He laughed loudly, his eyes glowing.

This weird scene made Mr. Wen feel bad. He tried to free his hand from Mr. Hua's, but he couldn't do it anyway. At the same time, there was a strange feeling of falling on his clothes.

Following that strange feeling, Mr. Wen looked down, and what he saw made his face turn pale——

Mr. Hua's lower body melted for some reason, really melted, and turned into a puddle of black sticky unknown matter, trying to wrap and swallow Mr. Wen who was sitting on him now.

The black viscous liquid climbed up Mr. Wen's body little by little, and became one with Mr. Wen.

"I am so happy."

Even though his body was about to dissipate, Mr. Hua didn't feel sad or desperate at all. On the contrary, he showed a hearty smile, and even put his face on Mr. Wen's wrist,

"You finally have a mortal desire, and put it into practice."

Mr. Wen's face was ugly:

"what are you saying?"

"Ah, it looks like you forgot."

Mr. Hua stared at the person in front of him who had the same appearance as him, the corners of his lips raised even more,

"Do you still remember why you want to separate me from your body?"

At this point, Mr. Wen stopped struggling.

As the two merged more and more, Mr. Wen's memory gradually recovered——

A long time ago, after traveling abroad, Mr. Wen returned to Lingxian Pavilion.

At that time, the Lingxian Pavilion was far inferior to what it is today. It can be said that it can be described as "dilapidated".

Although there are few experiences in the world, Mr. Wen has gradually learned to get in touch with worldly things and learn to take care of Lingxian Pavilion.

He didn't want Lingxian Pavilion to disappear in his hands.

To manage the Lingxian Pavilion well is to take care of the tedious affairs of the world and pursue power and money;

The simple practice is to get rid of distracting thoughts, be free from distractions, and stay away from worldly disturbances.

The two completely opposite states make Mr. Wen at a loss every day, but after realizing that as time goes by, his inner desires and wants are getting more and more, Mr. Wen can't stand it anymore , he divided himself into two——

One is Mr. Hua.

He carries all the desires and darkness of the main body, and is born to pursue fame and fortune, so he is dedicated to managing Lingxian Pavilion;

The other one is Mr. Wen.

He carries all the purity and innocence of the main body, and deliberately set the memory in the state shortly after the main body ended his tour, before the main body got involved in the management of Lingxian Pavilion.

This is what the ontology wants to keep, what he thinks is the best time.

Everyone is moving forward in time, only being split, Mr. Wen is fixed at a certain moment, purely a symbol.

"Do you know why we haven't been able to integrate?"

Mr. Hua smiled maliciously,

"Before you and I were like fire and water, but when you have your own selfishness and put it into practice, we are finally similar!"

When Chongyu came, Mr. Hua thought that using Chongyu would make Mr. Wen feel selfish;

But I didn't expect that although Mr. Wen had selfishness towards Chongyu, it was not enough, not enough to stimulate their integration.

Originally, Mr. Hua wanted to give up, but he didn't expect that what happened to the player today would make Mr. Wen feel murderous and selfish.

It can be described as a coincidence.

Hearing this, Mr. Wen's eyes flustered, and he looked at Chongyu who was beside him.

Chongyu wanted to step forward to help, but just as he took a step, Yuan Wuxin suddenly appeared beside him.

Yuan Wuxin pulled Chongyu back.

Chongyu looked at Yuan Wuxin in surprise, Yuan Wuxin shook his head and said:

"You can't help."

"I said why you are like this today, it turns out that there are demons here."

Mr. Hua glanced at Yuan Wuxin who was not far away, and smiled more happily. He continued,

"My half body, and I'll tell you a little secret. I just remembered that I didn't get folk remedies because of the bottleneck in my practice."

"what?"

"It's because the main body is suppressing the cultivation and doesn't want to ascend."

That being the case...

Mr. Wen watched the face of Mr. Hua in front of him gradually dissipate. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and immediately shouted to Chongyu in horror:

"Get out!!!"

Chong Yu:?

"After the fusion, the cultivation base of the main body will inevitably increase, and I will ascend soon, and the tribulation thunder will come!!!"

After being dazed for a second, Chong Yu looked at Mr. Wen who was completely covered in black liquid. When he came back to his senses, he swears, and then quickly ran out of the cave.

Although he has never seen the tribulation and thunder that a monk will face when he is about to ascend, he has read a lot of fairy tale novels.

No matter what kind of novel it is, Jielei is the last test for monks. It is so powerful that if they fail, they will directly smash the monks out of their wits;

And such a powerful power usually has side effects;

For example, they will chop up the unlucky ones who pass by.

Chongyu doesn't want to try to be struck by lightning.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yuan Wuxin hid back in Chongyu's body, sighed, and said:

【I figured out why the pavilion master gave me a black bag back then. 】

While following the route in his memory, Chongyu scrambled out, and at the same time divided part of his attention, and asked:

[What's in the bag? 】

Yuan Wuxin sighed again, and said:

[A spiritual weapon for defense. 】

Chong Yu suddenly felt subtle, and he suddenly felt blessed:

【You mean, Mr. Wen is the owner of Lingxian Pavilion? ! 】

[Well, it looks like it is. 】

[Have you never seen the pavilion master? !Then before you...]

[Don't pay attention to the details. 】

[If you get struck by lightning later, will it be me or you? 】

【...You. 】

Yuan Wuxin's voice was a little guilty, [But if you are chopped into ashes, I will die too. 】

Chong Yu just sneered at this: [Heh. 】

He understood that from the very beginning, the two of them were calculated.

With such a scheming mind, it's no wonder that Mr. Hua would be split later.

Since the owner of the Lingxian Pavilion is proficient in divination, he might be here today, so he put the magic weapon in the black kit for Yuan Wuxin.

But... Now that it has been counted to this point, is it possible that the main body can't figure out what will happen after the two clones?

Chong Yu was a little puzzled.

But the doubt lasted only two seconds, Chong Yu put it behind him, he had already run out of the cave, and when he looked up, he saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky turned dark red, dark, and a storm was about to come A sense of oppression came over me.

There are purple lightning bolts in the clouds, swimming in it like a snake from time to time.

Chongyu took a breath, and he ran away. At this moment, the lightning in the black clouds seemed like a snake smelling its prey, and immediately struck towards the entrance of the cave——

"Boom"