flstandardbreds Chapter 136 Puppetry
Chapter 136 Puppetry
“Cough cough cough…”
After I let go of my hand, Zenin Naoya covered his throat and coughed a few times, then suddenly started laughing wildly.
"Hahahahaha!!!"
"Hahahahahaha!!!!!!"
The wanton and arrogant laughter echoed above the hall, attracting some people's attention.
But where we were was blocked by a wall, which blocked most of the view.
"Is that all you can do?"
His eyes were bleeding from the suffocation just now, and there were still bright red handprints on his neck. "Not enough, not enough at all!"
"If it was that man." His eyes were filled with enthusiasm for Shen'er, "If it was Chanyuan Shen'er standing in front of me, my hand would have been crushed off!"
"You don't dare to do it at all?"
He suddenly leaned closer, lowered his voice, stared into my eyes provocatively, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Come on, do it, break my hand! Defective product?"
Whatever, he actually enjoyed it.
Is this really the image of a perverted sadist in his eyes?
I often feel out of tune with you sorcerers because I am not perverted enough.
If beating him up just now made me feel good, now when I do it again I get a sticky, damp and disgusting feeling.
It was as if fulfilling his wish.
So I was silent for a moment and took out a rope from Chou Baoli's mouth.
This was something I accidentally got from a curse caster during my last mission. It is said to be able to suppress curse power and tie up the caster.
I originally wanted to try it on Gojo Satoru, but when compared to Naoya, I found that he was not that guilty.
I ignored Zenin Naoya's request to be beaten and tied him up in circles like a caterpillar.
During this time, he didn't say a word that didn't contain plants.
I felt my ears were dirty, so I simply took out another rag (which I used to wipe the Soul-Releasing Sword after killing the Cursed Spirit last time, so it shouldn't smell very good) and covered his mouth with it.
"Ugh!!!!" This guy stared at me and even cursed me with his eyes.
I gave him a kick, made him roll around a few times, and told him to face the wall and think about what happened.
"Teacher Zenin." Nanami walked over, pulling a man by the collar, and her eyes first turned to Zenin Naoya who was clinging to the corner.
After a two-second pause, he looked away and said to me nonchalantly, "This is the man."
She looked to be about 45 years old, about the same height as me, with a red mole on her chin and scars at the corners of her eyes...
Wait, why didn’t I notice this man just now?
I moved closer and noticed the mole on his chin, which looked a bit fake.
"...It's fake." Nanami said, "The moles and scars are just temporary disguises."
"Hey." I grabbed his collar and asked, "What's your purpose in doing this?"
"I..." He just said one word, and suddenly blood gushed out of his mouth, "I am......victims......"
The words were slurred and completely inaudible.
"He's dead." Nanami felt the man's artery and analyzed calmly, "The strength of this curse master is very weak, probably only at the third level."
"When I subdued him just now, he was fine."
He frowned, opened the curser's mouth, and carefully examined it. "There is no poison. He bit off the root of his tongue and committed suicide."
I looked at him.
At the same time, he said: "Puppetry?"
In the previous world, Geto Suguru once gave me a brief introduction to puppetry.
Simply put, it is divided into three schools.
One is the puppetry represented by Ye Mo Zheng Dao, which creates cursed corpses for manipulation.
The second is puppetry represented by Mechanical Maru, which can be controlled remotely, synchronize information with the machine at high frequency, share vision and hearing, and store spell power before releasing it inside the machine.
The third is the kind of puppetry we have encountered, which is often seen among curse masters, directly manipulating the body.
However, there are many limitations to such operations. First, it requires a high degree of cooperation from the person being manipulated. Second, the operator cannot synchronize information and can only operate at close range. Finally, this type of puppetry cannot be operated for a long time and can only be operated for a short period of time.
As for the heaven-defying spells like the noose...
"......." I asked, "Are there any other curse masters present?"
"I don't know." Nanami said, "I don't have six eyes like Gojo-senpai. If he doesn't use his magic power at close range, it will be difficult for me to sense it immediately."
"I'll ask him when he'll arrive."
As I said that, I took out my cell phone and found that it had a lot of missed calls.
Two are from Gojo Satoru, three are from Fushiguro Shinobu, and the others are from Meimei, Utahime, and Yoga Sensei.
But I didn’t receive any.
what happened?
"There seems to be a signal jammer nearby." Nanami said, "When I tried to call the school just now, the call didn't go through."
"But did anyone call the police?" I asked.
"That's an emergency number, you can get through."
Nanami frowned and said, "But if the police can come here, what's the purpose of blocking the signal?"
At this time, the door was opened.
"Zen Temple." Gojo Satoru walked in with a swagger. "What's going on here?"
He suddenly looked at my left hand, ".......what happened to your arm?"
"It's okay, I just got hit."
I didn't want to dwell on this topic any further, so I asked, "Didn't you say it would take an hour to get there?"
Only fifteen minutes had passed since I called him.
"The call didn't go through, so I just teleported here."
Gojo Satoru shrugged nonchalantly, "It's faster this way anyway."
"What about Jay..."
"Here!" Behind him, Geto Xiayou walked in with a grim look on his face, "Satoru, if you need to teleport in the future, please do it by yourself, okay?"
"I'm about to throw up."
"I see~" Gojo Satoru touched the back of his head and smiled confidently, "Isn't it that I can't teleport over long distances~"
So you just moved him here one step at a time?
I simply can't imagine how hopeless Geto Suguru must have felt when he was dragged over by Gojo Satoru.
"Hello, what's wrong with you? Can't get through on the phone?" Two more people walked in behind Xia Yujie.
Fushiguro Shinobu and...Tsu Miki?
"Aunt!" Tsu Miki let go of Shen'er's hand and ran straight towards me, "My mother..."
"Tsumiki!" Matsushita Yumi rushed over and hugged her, holding her in her arms, and said with tears in her eyes, "Tsumiki..."
Matsushita Mingtian stood silently behind her, moved his fingers, but ultimately did not stop.
"Mom!" Tsu Miki pushed her shoulder and looked up and down at Matsushita Yumi.
Then she looked at me again, her pupils shrank slightly, and she ran to my side nervously and asked, "What's wrong with Auntie's arm?"
Me: “…It’s okay, just a minor injury.”
"Hey." Fushiguro Shigeki asked with a frown, "What's going on here? What's wrong with your hand?"
"...Why are you here?" I asked, "Didn't you say you couldn't come?"
"Someone claiming to be a police officer called and said there was an accident at the wedding. The bride and groom were hit by a falling crystal chandelier and were in critical condition."
Shen Er raised his eyebrows and said, "So they asked us to come over."
"When did you make the call?"
"Fifteen minutes ago."
"Fifteen minutes ago?"
It was actually when the accident happened that he was called.
At that time, the police hadn't even received the report, so how could they call him?
So it was a premeditated plan to call Shinji and Tsumiki over.
But it doesn't mean we are all going to be caught in one fell swoop...
Who has this ability?
Wait... Shinji and Tsumiki have both left, Nanami and I were at the wedding, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were supposed to be on a mission in Sendai, are we trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
That........
"Where's Hui?" I asked suddenly. "Where is Hui? He's still sick, and you left him alone at home?"
The flu that Hui had this time lasted for quite a long time. Even though Tsumiki had recovered, he was still having a low-grade fever.
Although it’s not appropriate to bring the patient here after something like this, we can’t just leave him at home!
"How is that possible!" Shen Er sneered, "Isn't it enough that you scolded me three times?"
I:"......."
You also know that I often scold you?
"Sent him to school." He said, "Please ask the third graders to come pick him up. By the way, I can ask the second graders to help him check his illness."
It's a rare occasion that he is reliable.
"That's good." I breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Mingming loves money, he is quite reassuring in his work, so there shouldn't be any problems.
But...why is it that the uneasiness in my heart is still so hard to erase?