Panguan

The line was too thin and just stuck in the gap of the window frame. The remaining part hung over the wall and blended in with the white wall.

If the wind hadn't happened to blow by, causing the hanging part to sway, and even the shadow to move, we might have had to look for it for a while.

It's a puppet thread! Xia Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Dadong's dark face was a little warm. As a puppet master, he should be the most sensitive to puppet lines. This thing was stuck in front of him, and he never noticed it. He had to thank this half-hearted person for reminding him.

He touched his face and said nonchalantly: Oh, you scared me. Just leave a way out.

After saying that, he quietly glanced at Xie Wen and found that the other party was not looking at them at all.

Xie Wen was not close to the Zhang family. To be precise, he was not close to anyone. Dadong had heard of this, but he had not had much contact with Xie Wen before. This was the first time he had been in the same space for such a long time.

According to his rough observation, Xie Wen spent 80% of the time in this state of not looking at them at all, commonly known as paddling, and the biggest presence was the sound of coughing.

Just like at this moment, he was clearly not running, jumping, or carrying heavy objects. He was just leaning against the window, looking down at the window... No, to be precise, he was looking under the dark window, and his coughing suddenly became severe. , dull, took a while to stop.

For those who don’t know, they might think he is doing some troublesome work quietly.

Dadong slandered.

However, he only dared to slander and did not dare to speak out. Because Xie Wen lowered his eyes and looked under the window, with an inexplicable aura of being undisturbed by the world.

Xie Wen looked at it for a long time, and suddenly he laughed vaguely in the middle of a cough. He looked away from the window and turned to the house. Like I saw something interesting.

Dadong came to his senses in a daze, and then he realized that he had been staring at a sick and half-hearted person for a long time with a dare not speak loudly attitude.

Are you sick?

While scolding himself in his mind, he followed Xie Wen and looked over, and then saw a confusing scene——

The puppet string stuck on the window frame of the Shen family's eldest disciple suddenly moved, as if someone had pulled it from the other end, and the control tightened.

Dadong thought that in a few seconds, the eldest disciple of the Shen family would climb back up along this escape route, but it didn't happen.

The silver-like puppet line suddenly moved flexibly a few times, and the hanging section formed an outline.

Perhaps Dadong's expression was too bizarre, and Xia Qiao and the others' attention was also attracted.

What...is this about? Sun Siqi asked cautiously.

Maple Leaf? Dadong looked strange.

No, it's longer than a maple leaf.

Hand! Zhou Xu said.

It seems true.

Everyone suddenly realized, and then the atmosphere became even weirder.

Because that piece of wire is not long, the hand that comes out of it is a bit small. How can I put it...it's weird.

Then the small hand waved at them.

Dadong: ...What do you think this thing means?

Zhou Xu: It seems they are letting us pass.

Dadong: Where to go?

Zhou Xu: Isn't this nonsense? Go downstairs.

Sun Siqi was confused: How to get there?

Zhou Xu: Jump.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Dadong stared at the hand and suddenly said: Why do I feel so scared? Your brother... a person who looks very cold, how can he still be like this?

Xia Qiao was silent for a moment, then shook his head quickly and said, No, no, no, there is definitely something wrong. My brother is not like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Wen's voice rang out: It's him.

Who??? Xia Qiao turned around blankly.

Xie Wen looked at the hand, then turned around and coughed a few times. When he turned back, there was a lingering smile in his eyes. He just raised his eyes and spoke a little calmly: Who else is there? Your brother.

Are you sure??? Xia Qiao still looked at the hand in disbelief.

Xie asked: OK.

Lao Mao is a person who is very cooperative with his boss. Xie Wen nodded and he had already walked to the window. Looking at that posture, he was about to jump down.

Dadong grabbed him and asked Xie suspiciously, How do you know?

How does he know?

He taught it.

Lao Mao pulled his hand back and replied in his heart with a sullen face.

To be precise, it's not called teaching, it's called coaxing.

Wen Shi was very bored when he was a child because for a long time, someone always called him an evil ghost.

The few relatives and disciples on the mountain corrected their mistakes after realizing their mistakes, and they never said similar things again after being punished once. However, there are many people at the bottom of the mountain, and it is impossible to block Youyou's mouth. There are always some people who don't know the truth. People, passed from one person to another, whispered those unpleasant things. And there are always a few words that will reach your ears when you hear them.

Children are very smart and stubborn. They hide everything they hear and never say anything. After practicing puppetry, I would just sit on the highest stone in Tingsong Terrace for a while and pick out the feathers of the golden-winged roc.

Before the dust was gone, there was no fixed number of ways to put puppets in place. When needed, one could easily control anything. A leaf, a dead branch, a flower, or even a touch of frost and snow, he can turn it into a puppet that can move mountains and carve things out with just a twist of his back hand, without even using a single thread. But most of the time, he doesn't need to.

Lao Mao was the first puppet he kept by his side for a long time, just to comfort a young apprentice who shed tears. So much so that a majestic golden-winged roc can lift half a mountain with one wing.

, with sharp claws like knives and a majestic appearance, it first appeared in the form of a chirping bird, less than half the size of a palm.