eurekapd Chapter 274 I am a little fish (29)
Chapter 274 I am a little fish (29)
The current scene clearly belongs to a festival or some kind of ceremony.
His identity is that of a dancer on a pleasure boat, but the old woman just called him "sir," which means that his identity is by no means a simple street performer.
The previous formation had a clearly defined "site" where the key point could be found and broken through using various calculation methods, but this formation is clearly "fluid".
In other words, this formation is more like a record of a fragment. To break this formation, one needs to understand the cause and effect of this fragment as much as possible, find the key nodes, and try to prevent the fragment from reaching its final destruction.
It's somewhat similar to breaking free from obsession.
That's all the information we have. The NPCs' facial features are very distinctive, so it should be easy for any cultivators coming from outside to spot them.
Perhaps I'll have a chance to meet Meng Li and the others later.
Jingli felt the thread that had first appeared when she entered the blessed land.
Still.
This indicates that Meng Li and he are still in the same formation at this time.
Jingli felt somewhat relieved.
By this time, the flower boat had already passed through the city gate and entered the city.
The city was not as lively as the area outside the city, and Jingli could tell at a glance why, and his heart jumped into his throat.
The city's streets were lined with puppets.
These puppets are on average three stories tall. Some are bronze-colored, while others are completely black. Their heads are the same as the array eye of the previous formation, with only one eye that shines brightly.
They stood there neatly and motionless, exuding an oppressive aura.
Jingli's limbs were slightly stiff, not because he had been jumping for too long, but because he felt that the bracelet and even the clothes he was wearing were getting warm.
He dared not stop, and only took out a prop card from the system. This card was somewhat similar to a bionic skin, which could isolate the outside world from direct contact with his own skin.
Then, he reduced the size of the energy shield and wrapped it under the bionic skin.
It's better to be careful.
The flower boat continued forward, the crowd still making noise, the sounds mixed together, making it impossible to discern what they were saying from the scenery.
The puppet on the street stared at him silently, its single eye gleaming with a faint red light, carrying a sense of resentment, as if it wanted to devour the scenery on the ship.
Jingli continued to dance with all his might. He could feel his dance costume slowly tightening with each movement, but perhaps because he hadn't absorbed any life force, it remained in a constricting state, without going any further.
A huge building gradually appeared before my eyes, like an enlarged version of a palace.
The palace has nine floors, each much taller than a normal building, allowing ordinary puppets to pass through. Each floor has a bronze ornament at its eaves, presumably representing a puppet.
The palace is situated within a massive, walled area, requiring passage through three three-tiered low halls.
The term "short" is relative to the palace; even the gate of this low palace is wide enough for the entire flower boat to pass through.
As the flower boat entered the first low-ceilinged hall, the scene was filled with the sounds of "splashing" and "rustling".
He glanced back and saw that the "commoners" had all vanished, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.
He quickly realized what had happened.
The old woman who had been standing behind him in the "cabin" now had a pool of blood at her feet. Her human skin had peeled off, and if it weren't for one ear slowly merging into the flower boat, Jingli probably wouldn't have imagined it—
This flower boat was actually made of human skin.
Jingli was already barefoot when she appeared on this boat, and now she felt even more disgusted by the sensation under her feet.
Further behind the pleasure boat, the tall puppets that had been still earlier were now neatly lined up at the stern.
Such a massive puppet could not even produce a sound that could be heard as it turned into blood.
The old woman was nothing but a skeleton; however, her bones were not white, but bluish-black, and gleaming.
It didn't seem like poisoning; on the contrary, the bones were originally made of bronze.
Jingli suppressed the urge to vomit, feigning composure as she gracefully spun around to face forward again.
The flower boat had already passed through the second gate, the low hall.
The ship had become a real ship, and beneath it lay a sea of blood.
The waves of blood crashed against the palace steps, yet the steps remained completely unstained.
The old woman's bones had somehow knelt down at Jingli's feet, like a short bridge between a ship and a palace.
Jingli naturally didn't want to step on the bone's back. It was one thing for it to hurt his feet, but what if it was like the clothes and bracelet, trying to suck him away?
Without giving it a second thought, Jingli lightly leaped onto the steps.
The moment his toes touched the steps, the surrounding scenery changed.
The pervasive smell of blood disappeared, replaced by a faint scent of incense and candles.
The scent of the incense was extremely strong and domineering. Even before the scene had fully changed, taking a whiff of it gave one the illusion of being overwhelmed by its savory aroma.
However, he reacted quickly and took out an air card to avoid being misled by the fragrance.
The observer system has a lot of air cards, but there hasn't been much opportunity to use them before. It was only after we came out of the city lord's mansion last time that 6058 and Jingli found them in some nook and cranny.
In just a few seconds, the surrounding scenery had changed, and Jingli was standing in a grand hall.
The hall was dimly lit, with only two bluish-green lamps lit on either side of the tall chair. The hall was surrounded by puppets of varying heights, including on the walls, arranged somewhat like the pantheon in a temple.
The puppets on the wall didn't resemble the standing puppets outside much; the higher up they went, the more human-like they became. At first glance, it was as if the puppets were gradually melting into humans…
No, perhaps it is more accurate to say that the puppet is human, and the human is a puppet.
The space inside the hall is roughly hemispherical, and all the puppets have their eyes half-closed, giving people the illusion that no matter where they go, these puppets are staring at them.
It's extremely creepy.
Jingli took another deep breath and looked up at the only path illuminated by a bluish-green light.
At the end of the road was a lonely chair, and a person was sitting on it.
It is small, resembling a child.
Jingli's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, jogging over. When he got close to the seat and saw the child's face clearly, his legs almost went weak—
This child has a face that looks exactly like Chun Xiaopian's!
Not only that, this "Chun Xiaopian" had a pale face, and two thick silver lines ran through his temples, suspending him up.
Thin silver threads hung from his joints, such as his hands, feet, and neck, making him look like an overly realistic marionette.
The thread looked like it had just been threaded recently, and there was still a little blood seeping from the opening.
As Jingli stepped forward, the silver thread began to tighten. The skin around the puncture was torn and then quickly healed. Every time blood tried to flow out, it was blocked by the rapidly regenerating skin, and soon disgusting spherical growths formed, clinging to the vicinity of the puncture and growing into a fleshy flower.
Chun Xiaopian's eyes could still move, as if he was enduring pain. The silver thread pulled him to open his mouth, and he uttered a word, "Brother, save me."
Unlike the clear and melodious sound of a child's voice, it only produced a harsh sound like a broken bellows.
Jing Li felt a chill run down her spine.
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