Panguan

His puppet thread can cut anything that approaches suddenly into bloody mud, let alone Wen Shi.

What's more, the patriarch added another one in the middle, and they were directly pushed back dozens of feet.

If the puppet line is not closed for a moment, they will not be allowed to enter the battle for a moment. So one step late, step by step late. After the entire formation was destroyed, the two ancestors received their supernatural powers, and they saw with their own eyes the scene where their grandfather turned into a monster.

Even Zhang Lan, who claimed to be an aunt for more than 30 years, was so shocked by that scene that her face turned pale.

In fact, since they became adults, they have not been close to Zhang Zhengchu. The occasional meal together is stiff and dull. Whatever Zhang Zhengchu asked, they just answered, without a word of small talk.

Sometimes the siblings would talk about the scene when they were very young. At that time, Zhang Zhengchu was not so old and not so rigid. Once he took them to practice in a mountain near our home, holding one in his hand and holding him in his arms. one.

Zhang Yalin was quieter at that time, not as lively as her sister. Halfway through practicing puppetry, I lost my strength. I squatted by the lake and said that my stomach hurts and I wanted to rest for a while. Zhang Zhengchu didn't force him to practice anymore, but took a puppet line, caught a long worm from the forest, taught Zhang Yalin to tie it to the line, and let him sit by the river to catch small fish. As a result, instead of catching the fish, he caught the lake prawns instead, and his fingers were pinched, which made Zhang Lan laugh a lot.

At that time Zhang Zhengchu squeezed his fingers and said: "The puppet master is the most important hand."

Every time I talk about these things, it seems to be something from a previous life.

Sometimes they even suspect that this is not real, but that their sister and brother have the same mind and have a false dream together.

In fact, they haven't talked about these things for many years, but for some reason, when they saw Zhang Zhengchu lying in the black mist, crawling like a big spider, they suddenly remembered those few past events.

So before they could react, they had thrown out the puppet and the spell, and jumped to Zhang Zhengchu's side.

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Mishaps often happen in an instant.

The sudden appearance of Zhang Yalin and Zhang Lan caused Lao Mao's flapping wings to temporarily deflect at an angle, so the black mist was lifted extremely high by the wind, and then receded back in the blink of an eye.

In just the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhengchu suddenly clasped his hands, strangled Zhang Yalin who was closest to him, turned his head and sank into the ground like a real filthy creature.

then……

The golden-winged roc gave another long howl, circled around and reached the horizon again. Where the giant shadow passed, the billowing clouds were swept away by the strong wind, and a few raindrops fell, while the black mist that was thick like a swamp on the ground disappeared with Zhang Zhengchu's escape, like a puddle. The ink finally soaked into the soil.

"Where are people?!"

The heads of each family opened their eyes after the strong wind dissipated, only to see Zhang Lan standing there with a dazed expression.

Before Zhang Lan could speak, they heard someone approaching, and said without any surprise, "Sure enough, he ran away."

They were silent for a while, turned their faces silently, and looked up together with Zhang Lan, and saw the giant shadow of the golden-winged roc in the sky swooping in and gathered into a long shadow, transformed into a human form, and fell in the smoke and dust. Yu Xiewen followed obediently behind him.

Xie Wen, on the other hand, was the same as when he first arrived, with a pale and sickly face, and his whole body was wrapped in the cool night. After he finished speaking, he coughed a few times, and his eyes swept over everyone in the wild.

There are nearly a hundred people standing or paralyzed in this place...

No one spoke.

Chapter 95

This group of people has been the head of the family for too long, has seen countless scenes, big and small, and holds the right to speak on many things. Every time they speak, the people around them are mostly listening and nodding in agreement.

They haven't felt this kind of psychology for too many years - tense, cramped, and even a little overwhelmed.

The last time this happened, probably dates back to when I was a teenager.

They suddenly began to rejoice that the sound of the ancient bell just now made them dizzy and numb, and they were thrown off their feet. That was an excellent excuse to explain the current scene...

——Explain why some of them staggered and stood still, some half-bent to maintain the posture they had just stood up from the ground, and some of them froze there without even being able to stand up.

I really forgot to move.

...and dare not move.

There are not many stupid people present, and a few things can be combined to get a result.

Which puppet master in the world can hold back the big formation set up by hundreds of families with a stretch of his fingers, and even Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin are stopped several feet away from the puppet line, not allowed to get close?

And which puppet master could make the Shen family's line soar up in place by untying a few cages, and take the next step from the bottom of the name map to the sky like a rocket?

If it is just these two conditions, they may still be able to struggle a bit and come up with some other answers. What about the fact that Patriarch Bu Ning also happened to be resurrected at this point in time?

Which puppet master's name can appear in the same place and in the same event as Patriarch Bu Ning?

Only when you smell it.

Rumor has it that a top puppet master who can suppress and control twelve giant battle puppets at the same time, even without chains, is an ancestor-level figure in puppetry. When he disappeared into the world, he was also twenty-seven or eighteen years old, not much different from the young man in front of him with downcast eyes and tight puppet lines.