Restricted area grave keeper

On my heavy slope, the flames are soaring into the sky.

A round of shells bombarded the hillside continuously, with such astonishing power that it gave people the illusion that the whole hillside was trembling crazily.

"Tsk, it seems that these guys are here for you..."

Under the black shadow barrier, Wu Ziwu, who was pinned by blue branches, said with a strange smile, "I can see that you are in an incomplete state like us, and you shouldn't be able to last long under such an offensive. Bar?"

Bai Mo glanced at him lightly: "Do you want to die?"

Wu Ziwu laughed loudly: "These are just my two dolls. I can have as many as I want without hurting my body—do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"If that's the case, that guy just now wouldn't have escaped."

The smile on Wu Ziwu's face froze.

This guy is sharper than he expected, and he actually saw the problem from that coward's escape just now?
But in fact, he didn't exaggerate himself. An existence like him can indeed manipulate countless puppets, and the life and death of the puppets will indeed not affect his body.

It's just that that's relative to him in his heyday.

Now he can barely throw down a yin and yang silk thread, which is considered good. This thing can manipulate two puppets at the same time, but it needs two targets, one male and one female. If it is the target, it means that this silk thread will be scrapped, and he will no longer be able to participate in external affairs in a short time.

Like losing eyes and hands and feet, it is undoubtedly quite fatal.

The silk thread on the fat man just now disappeared because he hadn't found a new host for a long time, which means that the guy behind it has since lost the possibility of competing with him. No matter what, he must ensure his survival so that he can never fail.

He originally thought that Bai Mo had taken a fancy to the two dolls in his hands, and would spare their lives because he cared about their abilities, and the immortality of the host meant that the silk thread he was holding could always exist, as long as he found another opportunity in the future to change it to another one. The host can successfully escape and make a comeback.

But now it seems that that cold guy seems to have guessed his mind, not only does not want him to fulfill his wish, but intends to blackmail him.

The puppeteer shuddered, and said with a sneer, "That guy's escape only shows that he is timid. My puppet is not afraid of death."

Even so, he still pretended to be fearless and minimized his concern for the puppet as much as possible—as a puppeteer, he didn't want to be manipulated by others.

"is it?"

A hole suddenly opened in the shadow barrier in front of Bai Mo's body. Immediately afterwards, he casually threw Wu Ziwen out who was bound by the shadow, and then closed the barrier without hesitation.

There was constant artillery fire outside, and the shadow barrier was constantly trembling from the bombardment. It didn't take long for Wu Ziwen to know that Wu Ziwen's body would be gone soon.

Sure enough, Wu Ziwu soon felt that the connection between him and Wu Ziwen had disappeared, which meant that Wu Ziwen was dead, and the silk thread lost its owner.

Outside the barrier, a shed black silk thread floated in the air. It seemed to be a little vacillating when looking for a new host, but finally came to Wu Ziwu's head, and quickly connected with the original silk thread. …

At the same time, Wu Ziwen's net seems to have brought a lot of trouble to the group of people who were firing.

Wu Ziwu just remembered that this puppet's ability is quite difficult to deal with, if it is easily killed, it is easy to change it... So this guy didn't let those people kill her on purpose, right?

He looked at the expressionless Bai Mo.

Going down the slope, I saw Wu Ziwen's body turned into dense runes and flew straight towards the people down the slope. They couldn't stop them with various means, and finally they could only watch helplessly as the runes surrounded a crowd. side of the man with the cannon, and cover it bit by bit.

The man remained motionless, with a peaceful expression, looking like a stone statue engraved with runes.

Faced with such a strange ability, even a bearded man covered in medals felt helpless about it. He spat hard and curled his lips: "Damn ability..."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite revolver from his waist without hesitation, filled it with a blue bullet, pressed it against the temple of the man covered in runes, and pressed his index finger on the trigger .

"Others keep firing!" he shouted.

So a group of men in black uniforms carried gun barrels and fired in turn, turning a blind eye to the behavior of the bearded man behind him pointing his gun at his teammates.

The bearded man stared closely at the man in front of him, and when the rune on the rune man's body disappeared, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In the next second, the man's body instantly shattered like an ice crystal, and soon melted and disappeared.

This time the rune did not appear again.

Seeing this, Hu Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that this kind of rune could be repeatedly transferred to the murderer. If so, it would be difficult to handle...

Bai Mo saw the scene of the bearded man shooting Wu Ziwen through the gap in the shadow barrier, so he said to Wu Ziwu, "It's up to you next."

As he said that, he was going to repeat the old trick and throw him out too.

Wu Ziwu knew that if he didn't beg for mercy at this moment, he would have no chance, so he quickly said: "Wait, throw me out, if you have something to discuss, I can help you!"

What Bai Mo was waiting for was his words. It might be troublesome for him to deal with these guys in Po Xia now, so he asked, "How can I help?"

"I can give you this doll, but you need to take my line and walk at least a hundred meters in front of those people, so that I can control one of them and kill them all!"

Bai Mo took a deep look at him, and asked, "Does the net in this 'sweeping the net' include me?"

"of course not!"

Wu Ziwu quickly shook his head and said, "I just need a puppet to maintain the existence of this silk thread. After that, I will leave here. You can fight for that woman as you like!"

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally couldn't help asking: "What do you mean by that woman?"

He knew that the woman these guys were talking about was Yang Yiyi, but he had no idea why they were fighting for her.

"Don't you know..." Wu Ziwu was shocked.

"do not know."

Hearing this, Wu Ziwu felt extremely ridiculous, and stared at Bai Mo with wide eyes: "I don't know if you still want to fight with us?"...

"Ok?"

Bai Mo met his eyes.

Hearing this extremely cold nasal voice, Wu Ziwu remembered his situation, and had no choice but to explain reluctantly: "About a thousand years ago, a voice suddenly appeared in this world."

Thousands of years ago...

These words were naturally heard by Bai Mo, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Wu Ziwu continued: "If there is no accident, only a small number of people can hear that voice. The owner of the voice tells us that this world will come to an end after a thousand years, and at that time there will be a very delicious fruit. Only those who eat her have the possibility of being reborn in the end."

"What kind of fruit is that, and why can you get a new life?" Guess asked calmly.

"I do not know."

Wu Ziwu shook his head and recalled, "But the voice said that the fruit has a very delicious smell, and anyone who smells her will definitely never forget it - I smelled this smell not long ago, and only then did I understand what the voice said. Really, so planted a mark on the fruit, and waited for her time to ripen."

Does that guy have a very fragrant smell...

Bai Mo frowned slightly, and calmly said: "Tell me what is the moment of maturity."

Wu Ziwu pondered: "It is the moment when the fruit falls naturally. If it is a human being, it is the day when the person dies naturally. If it is killed in advance, the taste seems to be greatly reduced."

Bai Mo's expression became unfriendly: "If you want to wait for that guy to die naturally, you have to wait at least decades. Why do you have to find her today?"

"Natural death doesn't just refer to dying of old age. As long as we don't forcibly kill her out of desire, then her withering is a natural death. As for why we want to find her as soon as possible, of course it is because..."

Wu Ziwu licked his lips, "That woman's death is coming soon!"

Until this moment, Bai Mo finally understood the importance of Yang Yiyi, and also understood why these people insisted on getting Yang Yiyi.

"Whether the rumors about the fruit are true or not, there are definitely not a few guys who are eyeing her now. I must find that guy as soon as possible and find a way to hide her."

He quickly came to a conclusion in his mind, and then asked, "I have one more question."

"what is the problem?"

Wu Ziwu frowned and said, "You don't intend to kill this doll of mine after you know everything you want. I won't tell you if that happens."

Bai Mo said calmly: "Of course not, you should be able to see that I don't have much strength now, so I need to use your strength to fight back."

Indeed, compared to the beginning, this guy's shadow is much thinner. It should be because of the continuous shell attacks, which caused his power to be greatly consumed...

Wu Ziwu was thoughtful: "What else do you want to ask?"

"Your identity, and how many people like you can manipulate the silk thread."

"I can't tell you my identity, but there should be only a few people like me. As for how many are still alive, I don't know...Why, do you think you have seen other puppeteers?"

Bai Mo said calmly: "I once saw a guy who could manipulate white silk threads in a certain place, and I wanted to ask you if you knew him."...

"White silk thread..."

Wu Ziwu's expression changed drastically, and he quickly asked, "Isn't that guy dead! Where did you see him? Impossible... There is absolutely no way that guy is still alive!"

However, as he spoke, his body suddenly twitched, as if he had suffered some kind of terrible electric shock.

Bai Mo frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

It took Wu Ziwu a while to regain consciousness, and he said with horror on his face: "I tried to say the name of that guy just now, but this time my body suffered an electric shock, which means that the guy is still alive! But why... before shouting When that guy was named, it was clear that nothing happened..."

Bai Mo was thoughtful: "Is it a contract?"

Wu Ziwu was silent for a moment, and finally said dejectedly: "That's right, as you can see, our group of puppet masters... are actually just the original puppet."

The news that the owner of the white silk thread was still alive seemed to make him very desperate, and he still lost the desire to continue talking.

Bai Mo looked at him: "So you still want me to bring your silk thread down to find those people?"

Wu Ziwu gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Take me out! I hope you can keep the agreement."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, and the next second, the black silk thread connected to his head suddenly broke, and then floated down along the top of Bai Mo's head, but he didn't dare to pierce the flesh, but kept circling around the back of his head with.

"You are the one who has to abide by it."

Bai Mo restrained Wu Ziwu's movements with blue branches, and then summoned a small shadow to wrap him in it, then lifted the shadow barrier, and rushed out with the black silk thread.

These shells should be carefully developed products, both in power and speed are close to the full blow of a level A transcendent, no wonder the fat man before had no room to react.

The shadow under his feet completely covered the white ink, making him look like a black armored assassin with wings on his back, adding a lot of speed to him, and he rushed towards the group of people downhill against the gunfire, very nimbly.

His speed was astonishingly fast, so that Po Xia and the others suddenly became very sluggish, even with dynamic vision, it was difficult to lock on, holding the barrel and not knowing how to aim.

This is also due to the influence of Wuzhongpo's own rules. When Bai Mo was going downhill, the weight of his body was reduced by two-thirds, which made his speed several times faster, and he came downhill almost instantly.

But even so, under the bombardment of shells in turn, he still suffered some minor injuries on the way downhill.

——With the fading of power, there are fewer and fewer shadows he can control, and his body is also very tired.

Seeing the tomb keeper, who was thousands of meters away, actually came directly in front of him, the bearded man was not afraid, but laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to come, grave keeper!"

"you know me?"

Bai Mo didn't take off his shadow coat, and his eyes wandered over the heads of the people, and found that the black silk thread was connected to the head of the last man among the group of people at some point, and it seemed that he was boarding, and the others didn't know what to do. Nothing.

In a sense, the existence abilities of these so-called puppeteers are very terrifying, and they can control most people silently, making it hard to guard against.

And these guys are just dolls from the beginning of existence...

"Of course I know you."

At this moment, the bearded man opposite said calmly, "And as you can see, we are here to kill you this time."

"who are you?"

"My name is Chen Guang, the acting director of the Judgment Department of the Parliament, and I am in charge of executing you here today."

"It's up to you?" Bai Mo said indifferently.

I didn't expect that apart from those messy existences, even humans sent people here today, and the purpose was to kill him...

"It's just me."

Chen Guang took off his uniform jacket, revealing his solid muscles, and it was only at this moment that Bai Mo noticed that the medal on this guy's chest was not sewn on the clothes, but firmly nailed to his body, glowing in the sun. With a dazzling luster.