Chapter 2995
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Su Ruiying was very serious. It was not until late at night that she put the half-finished puppet on the table and retreated from the room.
Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao had been standing outside the window, watching Su Ruiying's back as she left. The two looked at each other and walked towards the room tacitly.
Su Ruiying brought them too many questions. The captured soul, the puppet that housed the soul, and the door …
However, just as Jun Wu Xie and the others were about to push the door open, a faint sound suddenly came from behind them.
Jun Wu Yao quickly turned around and saw a stone the size of a fingernail, rolling to the back of Jun Wu Xie's feet.
Jun Wu Yao's eyes flashed a trace of coldness as he looked at Jun Wu Xie.
This strange sound appeared twice in a row and happened to have a certain effect. It was obvious that someone wanted to hint something to them.
But who was this person?
Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao temporarily gave up the idea of entering Su Ruiying's room and immediately looked in the direction where the stone rolled from.
The stone came out from a short grass in the garden. Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao walked towards the short grass under the moonlight.
In the moonlight, a broken puppet was looking up at Jun Wu Xie and Jun Wu Yao.
"Is that … a puppet?" When Jun Wu Xie saw the stone in the puppet's arms, her eyes flashed with a trace of surprise. The puppet was very broken, its clothes looked like they had been burned by fire and were charred black. Its bare feet were also charred and there were many burn marks on its body. Its face was scratched by something and compared to the other puppets in the room, this puppet could be said to be very dirty and ugly. However, this puppet had a pair of very beautiful eyes. It raised its head and the small figure fell into Jun Wu Xie's eyes. She did not know why, but it made Jun Wu Xie feel a trace of familiarity.
Jun Wu Xie subconsciously squatted down and narrowed the distance between her and the puppet, trying to find familiar traces from the puppet.
It was a young man's puppet. Although there were many scorch marks on the puppet's body and there were large cracks in the wood, one could vaguely see his general facial features. It was a very handsome young man, but his face was destroyed too thoroughly. Although one could see the original style, it was really impossible to see his original appearance.
However, Jun Wu Xie always felt a sense of familiarity.
"What do you want to say to us?" Jun Wu Xie tentatively asked.
The puppet opened his mouth, but the mouth was just a decoration. As the corners of his mouth moved, small pieces of wood fell from his cheeks, but there was no sound at all. He quickly covered his face and stared anxiously.
Very quickly, the puppet thought of a solution. He picked up a small wooden stick from the ground and used it to write a few words on the short grass. The puppet's body was already very broken, so it would be difficult for him to leave an obvious mark on the soil with his strength. Every time he wrote a word, a large amount of sawdust would fall from his body, making his already broken body look even more fragile.
After he finished writing a few words with great difficulty, he fell to the ground in a sorry state, looking very weak.
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