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What is going on with these people? Qiao Mu stood in a daze at the door of the tea house, frowning as she watched a group of people holding flowerpots and crowding towards her.
"It's noisy."
Staying up late, I pulled out the three-foot green peak with a whoosh, which frightened a group of people rushing to sell flowers and hurriedly retreated like a tide.
It¡¯s so hard to run a small business, why do you have to draw a sword against others?
Wen Ruwan was so angry that she was about to explode on the spot. She was pushed around by the barbaric crowd, getting farther and farther away from the tea house. Just when she opened her mouth and called out "Qiao Qiao", she suddenly felt her shoulders sink and she was pressed down. Living.
"Bold!" Wen Ruwan scolded angrily and turned to look at the disciple.
Within the dilated pupils, a wrinkled face with completely necrotic skin suddenly appeared. The thing suddenly grinned and gave her a "smile".
With a "click" sound, a piece of rotten meat fell from his chin.
Wen Ruwan¡¯s hair stood on end all over her body.
"Ah!!!" She let out an earth-shattering scream, trembling all over and turned around and ran towards the crowd, "Zombie puppet, corpse puppet is here, help me, help me!!"
The crowd that was still crowded in front immediately dispersed to both sides with a tacit understanding, not caring about her life or death, and turned around and ran away, dragging their families and family members with pale faces.
The flowers were no longer sold, and there was no way to watch the excitement. Everyone ran home in fear.
But soon, they realized something was wrong!
Huh? This corpse puppet seems to be just chasing that unfortunate girl! He didn't even look at them.
Because there happened to be a fat woman who was running in a panic and didn't look at the road. She bumped into someone else's stall and fell to the ground. The corpse passed by the fat woman like a wind, not even leaving the corner of her eye to others.
Originally thought that she was about to die, the fat woman, who was pale in horror and unable to speak, looked at the corpse puppet king running away, her mouth wide open in shock, her eyes full of disbelief!
Everyone hid on both sides of the street. Those who were brave stopped and almost laughed out loud.
"This corpse puppet is so funny. It ran after the girl without catching anyone, hissing and roaring all the way. The girl was so scared that she rolled and crawled all over the street. She kept moving forward, bumping around like a headless fly.
"It's Aunt Wen!" Qiao Hu stood at the door of the tea house and was stunned.
"Shaoyao, look at the two of them. I'm going to see what happened to Aunt Wen." When he read the word Aunt Wen, Qiao Mu had a meaningful look on his face and his eyes flashed slightly.
Shaoyao held back her smile and nodded, then reached out and took Xiao Lin'er's little hand.
"Hey, why did that girl run to Qiuyue Garden? There is a seven-story theater building there. It is so empty that there is no place to hide."
"Hurry and report to the city lord that a corpse has broken into the city!"
"Ah! Ahhhh! Ah! Save me, save me! Save me!" Wen Ruwan asked passers-by for help with a look of horror on her face.
But every time her hands were touched by passers-by A, B, and C, they all threw her arms away in panic and stepped back, leaving a very spacious passage for her and the Corpse Puppet Lord!
"Ho ho ho ho!" The corpse puppet, which had been chasing for a long time, roared twice angrily, and suddenly accelerated and chased forward.
Wen Ruwan resisted the urge to faint and ran into the garden, tumbling and rolling into the pavilion, holding on to the handrail and striding up the stairs.
After running three floors to the fourth floor, her energy was completely exhausted, and she lay on the handrail, breathing heavily.
Suddenly a small, silky hand touched her wrist, which scared her so much that she flailed her hand reflexively and screamed. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com