Chapter 1621

He Lingchuan took over: "There is a giant fish corpse by Taoxi, dark red skin, white spots..." Yang Chi gasped and widened his eyes: "Is the mouth very, very big?"

"Yes, it looks like it could stuff a dozen people in with plenty of room to spare."

Yang Chi muttered: "How is this possible?"

"What kind of puppet is that?"

"It's, it's the Skin-Turning Loach modified by my master himself, amphibious on land and water; as long as the ground is moist, it has the ability to escape underground." Yang Chi said eagerly, "It's very powerful, elusive, and has eaten many people; how could it die!"

He couldn't imagine at all who could kill a giant fish lurking underground! He Lingchuan guided him at the right time: "Did your master use it to travel underground and assassinate many targets?"

Yang Chi didn't hesitate: "Yes."

Zhao Song's subordinates were writing furiously on the side, recording this as well.

When sent back to King Yao, it would all be evidence in court.

Zhao Song asked again: "Where did Cao Wendao and you come from?"

"Beijia, Tiangong."

Zhao Song thought he had misheard and said sternly: "What, say it again! I warn you, do not speak nonsense!"

Beijia, Tiangong, Gods—any matter involving one of these three would be a big trouble.

"It's true." Yang Chi said with his head down, "My master was once a Lamp-Bearer of the Tiangong, but because of his outstanding talent, he was assigned to develop puppets and made many achievements."

"Then how did you come to the Flash Gold Plain?"

"That, I don't, don't know very well."

He Lingchuan persuaded him softly: "You're not the only one who knows about this kind of thing, why do you have to hide it for him? We can find out with a little effort."

Zhao Song played the bad cop: "Cao Wendao can no longer take care of you. If you don't tell the truth, you will soon rot in the dungeon."

I don't know which sentence touched Yang Chi, but he swallowed his saliva: "I, I only heard about it. The eldest senior brother mentioned it once after drinking, that the master had violated the heavenly law and was demoted to the Flash Gold Plain."

"What heavenly law?"

"Blaspheming the gods."

"How so?"

"We have to use divine blood to refine puppets, and we can only use divine blood." A flash of lightning struck outside, and Yang Chi looked uneasily at the window, as if Cao Wendao was standing there glaring at him, "The Tiangong has strict regulations regarding the use of divine relics. But my master, my master secretly used forbidden divine relics to refine puppets, and this matter was later exposed, so..."

He Lingchuan suddenly understood.

Dong Rui using divine blood and divine bones to refine puppets must be seen as an act of blaspheming the gods in the eyes of the Tiangong and the gods. The awkward part is that the Tiangong also forms its own puppet master team and uses divine blood when doing research.

So the Tiangong issued strict regulations on the use of divine relics—this is allowed, that is not.

"Divine bones are not allowed?"

Yang Chi said decisively: "Of course not, absolutely not."

But Cao Wendao was a repeat offender; he used divine bones to make puppets while in Beijia and was caught in the act.

Hey, doing this under the eyes of the gods, what good end could there be?

However, Cao Wendao didn't give up; after coming to the Flash Gold Plain, he repeated his old tricks and even went from bad to worse, creating Ashimona, without learning any lessons at all, and not taking the Tiangong's punishment seriously.

Are all puppet masters so stubborn?

"By the way, this person previously confessed that Cao Wendao personally assassinated the Allied leader Situ He; in addition, the Princess Ya murder case was also their doing."

This last sentence was the bombshell, and Zhao Song gasped: "What!"

Princess Ya was the King's favorite little princess, killed for no reason near the border more than half a year ago, and many civilians were also killed. This case was counted on the Three-Tailed Fox Demon, so the King ordered General Zhongwu to pursue the fox demon.

But this prisoner was now confessing that Princess Ya was killed by Cao Wendao?

In terms of assassination targets, He Xiao was just a foreign merchant, no matter how important he was; how could his status compare to Princess Ya? This was truly a shocking secret! "Why did Cao Wendao want to harm Princess Ya?" Zhao Song stared at him, "Who paid for the assassination?"

Yang Chi smiled bitterly: "That time was purely an accident; it was a puppet developed by the master that went out of control and rushed out to kill people. We, we didn't want to kill Princess Ya!"

"Out of control?" Zhao Song took a long breath, stood up, and said to He Lingchuan: "Brother He, I must take him into the palace now, I hope you understand."

The truths revealed were one more shocking than the other; Zhao Song couldn't handle it at all and had to report it immediately.

He Lingchuan nodded: "No problem, Brother Zhao, please do as you wish."

So Zhao Song ordered three hundred more men to escort Yang Chi into the city and palace overnight.

That formation was even more grand than escorting He Lingchuan; after all, Yang Chi was the only surviving witness, and the other two Cao Wendao disciples Zhao Song caught tonight had been silenced.

……

Zhao Song rushed into the palace, while He Lingchuan walked leisurely into the courtyard.

His own courtyard had Yangshan guards guarding inside and out, and now it was even more protected by a barrier to prevent peeping.

His living room had lights on, doors and windows were tightly closed, and two Yangshan guards stood outside the door, opening it immediately upon seeing him.

As soon as he walked in, He Lingchuan smelled a thick medicinal scent.

Dong Rui was sitting on his usual soft chair, with a duck-down pillow behind him, his right shoulder bandaged tightly, not daring to exert any force.

The Ghost Ape and Ling Guang were sitting together peeling pomelos. Seeing him come in, Ling Guang raised his head and said: "Right shoulder comminuted fracture, shattered beyond repair; if it were anyone else, that bone would be useless. I just performed a major surgery on him, and it will take at least a month to fully heal."

It takes a hundred days to recover from bone and tendon injuries; even with spiritual medicine, it can only speed it up. The recovery of certain injuries just requires time.

Ling Guang also handled the other wounds on Dong Rui's body along the way.

He Lingchuan took two steps forward and found a small animal lying on the chair armrest, furry, round, with two ears standing up, and couldn't help but blurt out:

"Red Rabbit?"

It looked like a red rabbit.

But when the rabbit turned around, He Lingchuan saw that its face didn't have a three-lobed mouth, but rather looked more like a cat or a fox.

In the middle of its forehead, there was a small dark red and black bone plate with a pattern on it, which was the head of a ferocious beast.

Right, the tail was fluffy, also like a fox. Previously, this tail was buried under its belly, so it wasn't obvious.

Dong Rui stroked this little rabbit with his good hand, full of love: "Come, meet Number Sixty-Six."

He Lingchuan stared at it for two seconds before saying: "An investment of over a million taels of silver, and you hatched a rabbit for me?"

This seemed to annoy Number Sixty-Six; its fur exploded, its ears and tail stood up, and its blood-red eyes stared tightly at He Lingchuan.

But it didn't look scary at all, at most changing from a small-sized plush doll to a medium-sized one.

"Rabbit?" Dong Rui was full of disdain, "Can a rabbit bite off your head in a second? This is a Hou, a Red-Light Hou!"

"..." He Lingchuan pointed at the Red Rabbit and could only squeeze out two words: "Doesn't look like it."

The Hou is a famous ancient monster with powerful strength and outstanding talent. Legend has it that the left protector under the Black Dragon God was a Golden-Haired Hou, and the Heavenly Demon once ambushed it in Youlan Mountain, but it single-handedly killed two great Heavenly Demons and more than ten small Heavenly Demons.

He Jing went to the Panlong ruins to investigate the Great Fanghu, and one of the Soul-Eating Beasts he brought seemed to be a Hou, which seemed plausible.

But He Lingchuan looked at this little thing's appearance; it wasn't scary, but it would be very suitable as a snack with wine.

The rabbit jumped forward, very dissatisfied with his pointing. Should it bite off this finger as a snack?

Dong Rui hurriedly pressed its neck: "One of our own, one of our own, this is not an enemy."

It was also a little explosive temper.

"It didn't defeat Ashimona in this appearance, right?" How could this look kill Cao Wendao's main puppet—by being cute to death?

Dong Rui pointed to the Red Rabbit's forehead: "See the pattern on its forehead?"

"Uh-huh."

"During battle, it is that appearance." Dong Rui pointed to the rabbit body again, "Usually, it is this appearance."

"Transform for me to see?" The client requested to verify the goods.

"Can't transform." Dong Rui refused flatly, "It exhausted its power and can only maintain this appearance for the time being."

"..." He Lingchuan wanted to stretch out his finger again, but found the rabbit's eyes were wrong, so he had to shrink it back, "Can't do it after one battle?"

Don't tell me it's a disposable product.

"You think Ashimona is easy to fight?" Dong Rui snorted, "If this little baby hadn't torn open its belly and rushed out, changing the balance of power on the battlefield, Cao Wendao wouldn't have had the intention to retreat."

And then he was ambushed to death.

"Strictly speaking, Number Sixty-Six hasn't reached the moment of birth yet; it was just prematurely born because I urged it so hard, so it is very weak now and should return to hibernation before dawn." Dong Rui said seriously, "It's still young, far from its complete state, and has a lot of room to grow."

He Lingchuan's face twitched; did this mean he had to keep paying money later? But he also understood that if this little guy hadn't been born to fight today, whether Dong Rui could have returned safely would still be a question mark.

"In a few days, the Emperor's Flowing Pulp will descend, which will be of great help to it." The greatest significance of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp is by no means how much spiritual pulp an individual collects that night, but that after the world experiences its baptism, the recovery of spiritual energy will accelerate significantly, thereby benefiting all living beings.

Such an environment is beneficial to Number Sixty-Six and all practitioners.

Dong Rui knew very well what He Lingchuan wanted to ask, and without waiting for him to ask, he added fuel to the fire and bragged about the battle just now.

How wise and martial he was, decisive, smart, and fearless...

The Ghost Ape didn't listen, peeled a complete pomelo for Ling Guang, and Ling Guang handed it to He Lingchuan.

He Lingchuan listened while eating.

Dong Rui was thirsty from talking, greeted the Ghost Ape, and pointed to his mouth: "Ah—"

Was this still his puppet? The affinity wasn't enough!

Knowing full well he couldn't peel a pomelo with one hand now.

The Ghost Ape gnawed on the pomelo, eyes rolling, pretending not to hear.

Ling Guang was kind enough to feed Dong Rui, who cursed the Ghost Ape while chewing the pomelo: "Ungrateful thing, I'll recycle you next time!"

The Ghost Ape had thick skin, didn't hear +1.

He Lingchuan took over: "Are you saying Cao Wendao died because his affinity with his puppets wasn't enough?"

"I've said it a hundred times, the main substrate for his puppets is either bugs or mud; what kind of feelings can these things have for him? Once the backlash starts, tsk tsk tsk!"