absurd deduction game.

Time passed by, and the two houses in the empty courtyard were carrying out completely different actions at the same time.

Yu Xing drove the others out, leaving only Zhao Yijiu, who was definitely one of his own, and then summoned the power of the curse, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the energy fluctuations on Luo Yan's body.

He tried his best to sense, and the curse waves emitted could easily be captured and analyzed by others, especially Ren Yi, the data emperor. Although they had formed an alliance, Yu Xing did not intend to give Ren Yi a chance to analyze his power.

Therefore, when Yu Xing was focused on checking Luo Yan's situation, Guijiu erected layers of shadows to block the sneak peeks from outside the house.

After being kicked out of the house, Ren Yi, Siren and Alan all came to the yard.

Ren Yi just tried it, and after getting the result as expected, he sighed without regret at all: "It's really prudent."

Siren, who had seen Ren Yi's ability in the black box time, rolled his eyes ungracefully, and complained pointedly: "You are too scary, who dares to be analyzed by you."

After they finished speaking, they planned to go see if Zhao Mou found out anything. Alan couldn't understand what they were implying, and only gave Ren Yi a strange look.

Is it possible that this "master" in their resistance organization's intelligence is also an intelligence officer? Otherwise, why would this group of people be worried that the master would take action when he sees them?

Even the fox demon... no, the fox fairy is so cautious towards the master. Could it be that the fox fairy knew that the demon had a different path and would one day take action, so he made preparations in advance?

No matter what Alan was thinking, the light-devouring shadow was like a black hole that firmly wrapped the cursed atmosphere.

Yu Xing had no worries and used all his strength to sense, and soon found out the energy difference under Luo Yan's skin.

Along the sutures on his skin, one side showed normal fluctuations with no abnormalities, while the other side was extremely disguised, but still emitted fluctuations that felt violent and out of control. I guess this part was "karma".

The puppet thread and the karma are not one, but they are responsible for merging the karma and the soul. Once cut off hastily, the entire missing soul will collapse.

Now that he had sensed this, Yu Xing was naturally very careful. He controlled strands of black wire to wrap around a small section of silver wire. While corroding the silver wire, he quickly connected the broken end with black wire, achieving a match. Replacement of one.

This work was quite consuming at first, but he quickly became proficient and the speed became faster and faster. Luo Yan looked at him quietly with clear eyes. Even without the comfort of the siren, his body was stronger than before. Relax, as if you trust him.

Yu Xing cut off the sutures connecting Luo Yan's arms and legs, connected them at the broken points, and finally separated his limbs. It can be said that Luo Yan completely felt the process of regaining his freedom, and he was so excited. He wanted to speak, but the suture on his lip was pulled again, and he gasped in pain.

"Don't worry." Yu Xing patted his head, sweat dripping from his forehead.

His method of replacing puppet silk bit by bit was more tiring than sewing a new body with puppet silk. It was very time-consuming. The sky outside the window was getting darker little by little, and it was about to enter the night.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that his curse thread was so carefully sewn onto his soul. The curse was different from the puppet thread. It was not a tool, but originated from his energy, and would share his perception to a certain extent. , so when the black line inevitably came into contact with the illusory "karma", many strange scenes emerged in Yu Xing's mind.

It was not a concrete picture, but a broken and cruel scene, shrouded in a thick smell of blood and ghosts. It seemed that countless people were yelling at him, crying in despair, and soaring to the sky. The resentment used him as a target, stabbing him one after another, as if it was going to tear him full of holes and drip with blood.

These pictures stirred up the monster side of Yu Xing, as if he wanted to assimilate him and become a member of that resentment. Yu Xing was simply suppressing himself while doing a job that was almost as difficult as a precision surgery.

While he was mending, he was thinking that the puppet silk issue was easy to solve. They had seen the silver thread falling from the sky in the stage world, and they were basically sure that it was the puppet silk. As long as the puppet silk on Luo Yan was removed, Master Wanban could be solved. There may be some kind of hidden danger that can manipulate the puppet master.

But how to get rid of this karma?

Or, continue to use curses and replace the karma bit by bit?

Yu Xing was a little unsure about this.

After all, karma is a bad thing, but curses are not a good thing either!

Putting it into people's souls, wouldn't skills erode reason? They, the deducers with high damage capabilities, just gave up on the path of healing. Only the energy of Siren and Song Xue can have a positive effect on the soul.

But Song Xue is not here, and the Siren has not yet reached the stage where he can control his abilities precisely. If he tries casually and fails, Luo Yan will be doomed.

After a brief hesitation, Yu Xing decided not to cause trouble and let Luo Yan bear the karma. If they can regain Luo Yan's missing soul at the birthday banquet tomorrow, they can repair it.

He carefully replaced the puppet silk and vaguely heard Guijiu say: "It's getting dark."

The same prompt as last night flashed on the system panel. Yu Xing knew that he was safe with Zhao Yijiao, so he ignored it.

The last step to replace the puppet silk is to untie the sutures on Luo Yan's mouth.

The thread here does not need to exist, and does not have the functionality to sew the soul together. It seems that the fake Jiang Po only sewed it up because she wanted Luo Yan to be unable to speak.

As long as the lines are broken, Yu Xing originally felt relieved, but he never thought that just as he was about to make a move, Luo Yan leaned back and dodged.

Only then did Yu Xing come back to his senses, disperse his overly concentrated attention, and divert some of his attention to Luo Yan's face, only to see Luo Yan frowning and shaking his head at him in disapproval.

Luo Yan's whole body was trembling with pain and coldness. There was actually a movement of resistance, but it was so weak that Yu Xing didn't notice it.

He stepped back a little: "Huh? You don't want me to remove the stitches on your mouth?"

Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slightly, stretched out his finally free fingers, and gestured in the air——

[It's a scam. There's something in my mouth. It will be very troublesome to untie it. 】

Guijiu was already bored. After seeing what he was writing, he laughed and said, "It's a scam? Doesn't that mean that the fake Jiang Po has already prepared for us to find the basement and set a trap for us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Guijiu's face slowly faded as he realized that this seemed to be the case.

He and Yu Xing looked at each other.

At the same time, Luo Yan continued to draw with all his strength. The vocabulary was a bit confusing, but the meaning could be conveyed.

[The Zhao family makes a deal, main mission, changing camp, dark, positioning, I am not, move quickly! 】

These words automatically connected into logical words in Yu Xing's mind——

"The Zhao family made a deal with something, changed the camp, and changed the main mission. When it gets dark, they will position themselves and attract enemies. I didn't agree, so I was silenced. Yu Xing, please move your people quickly!"

At the same time, on the streets that were already deserted due to darkness, a strange and sinister laughter suddenly came from the air. There were gusts of sinister wind, and a crisp gong sounded amidst the looming ghostly laughter!

Clang!

(End of this chapter)