Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 275 I am a little fish (30)

He forced himself to calm down. Chun Xiaopian was a fragment of Chun Qi. Although its strength was unknown, it would definitely not be so easily defeated here.

This could very well be some kind of trap, just like when he was on the pleasure boat. Everything happened so suddenly that he had no idea what was going on, and he needed to be vigilant.

Seeing that Jingli didn't move, Chun Xiaopian's eyes became even more terrified, and tears welled up in his eyes. He spoke again: "It hurts, it hurts so much."

Jingli had regained her composure by this time and took two steps back without any attempt to conceal it.

His mind raced: this "Chun Xiaopian" had clearly been made into a puppet doll, its every movement controlled only by silver threads. His gaze was spot-on, and his words were similar to the two sentences Chun Xiaopian had briefly uttered; in that respect, there was no flaw.

But the incongruity lies in the fact that his mouth is moved by a string when he speaks.

In other words, the act of "Chun Xiaopian" speaking is controlled.

What about what he says? How can we be sure that he isn't being manipulated?

Why...didn't you save me?

Seeing that Jingli remained motionless, "Chun Xiaopian" spoke again, his voice becoming increasingly rough, each word filled with anguish.

Jingli remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Why do you want me to save you?"

"Because...you are...brother...brother."

The tears in the child's eyes finally fell, first glistening, then cloudy, and finally turning red.

"I am not your brother."

"You...you are! You are!"

Upon hearing Jingli's denial, the child reacted even more intensely, the silver thread pulling him wildly as if he wanted to stand up from his seat.

Jingli stepped back again, her tone flat, and said, "Think again, who am I? Who are you?"

"Hmm...Hmm..."

The child began to breathe heavily, his eyes bloodshot but lifeless, as if he were deep in thought.

The thick silver thread suddenly taut, and the child's eyes widened. He tried to open his mouth in pain, but the thread wouldn't move, and he couldn't move, only making muffled "woo-woo" sounds.

Jing Li realized that these threads could not only control people's movements, but also, to some extent, their thoughts.

He spoke again, in a gentle, coaxing tone, "Good child, think about it, who am I? Who are you?"

"b...b...no..."

The child struggled to utter some breathy sounds, and it was difficult to discern what he was saying.

Seeing the child in so much pain, Jingli felt bad too, but he instinctively knew he couldn't go along with what the child was saying.

Just like how dancing clothes can absorb something, if you really treat this child like a pornographic film, it's hard to say what might happen.

"Eat...pain...hunger..."

The child burst into tears again, uttering each word slowly and deliberately. Then:

"Brother, brother, you're my brother, save me, save me."

He was once again controlled by the silk threads, his eyes so lively they were almost frightening.

During this time, Jingli took several steps back, and the area outside the blue light became completely blurred, leaving only the eyes of the puppets around them, looking at them in the middle without any joy or sorrow.

It's as if this is a stage, and they are all actors on that stage.

This realization sent a chill down Jingli's spine; he felt a strong sense of unease.

The actors on stage are essentially no different from the puppets in front of you.

However, what controls him is not the puppet threads, but the script.

He now has tools and energy to protect him, so he doesn't need to worry about being assimilated for the time being.

But the fear is that it might happen without you even realizing it.

To break the deadlock, you need to step out of the play and step outside the script.

But what is a script?

How can he successfully break out of the script without triggering the "mute" effect of the puppet thread?

Jingli's brain raced as she reorganized all the information she had gathered.

Human skin flower boats, dancers at the bow, human skin and bronze bones, seas of blood, ubiquitous puppets, anthropomorphic puppets, deified puppets, cash-out puppets...

Something flashed through my mind.

Jingli first tried to change his clothes, but to no avail. So he quickly retrieved the clothes that Lu Mingguang had prepared for him from the system and put them on, covering up the clothes that had exposed his waist and legs.

In any case, let's cover up the "costume" that the formation gave him first.

The child in front of them was clearly the "puppet protagonist," and he was a dancer who arrived on a "flower boat."

Given that the flower boat is made of human skin and the bracelets and dance costumes have the characteristics of absorbing his life force, the identity of the "dancer" must not be that of a noble person, but rather like... fodder.

Considering the wall of puppets inside the main hall, and the fact that the child himself is also a puppet, his reason for coming here must be related to completing the puppet crafting process.

He was a sacrifice.

The little puppet is now putting on this show with him, hoping that he will save him, touch the puppet threads, and then make it easier to carry out the next step of the sacrifice.

But he couldn't do that, so he had to subvert the script and make the "puppet" audience watch content they didn't want to see.

What kind of content should it be?

Jingli recalled the few breathy sounds she had heard from the child's mouth earlier, and with a guess in mind, decided to take a bold gamble.

He raised his head slightly and asked, "Where is your father?"

Jingli felt something materialize and gather around him—the eyes of the puppets.

His eyes held curiosity, probing, and a hint of barely perceptible... nervousness?

Jingli felt a little more at ease, looked at the child, and waited for his response.

Perhaps because Jingli's question didn't deviate from the original "script" framework, the child's state was relatively normal, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

"Father...Father is here..."

Just as his chubby index finger was about to point, the puppet strings suddenly tightened, and the child's hand clenched into a fist, his mouth shut, and he stopped talking.

But even for just a moment, Jingli saw it; he pointed to the upward direction.

"Your father is watching you? Is that right?"

The child looked at him without saying a word.

Jingli met his gaze for a few seconds, then asked, "You have a father, you have flesh and blood, you are a human being."

The puppet threads tightened again, and the child's expression changed noticeably. The threads pulled at his facial muscles, and an expression of rage similar to that of an adult appeared on his tender little face.

The puppet's gaze, which fell upon Jingli, also changed, and the anger within it became even more pronounced.

Thus, Jingli became certain that she had made the right bet.

Within this formation, humans and puppets are, to some extent, in opposition.

It is described as being of a certain degree because it is uncertain whether there is still a factional division between the puppets and the humans.

Judging from the situation inside the hall, the puppets were trying to change into the shape of "humans," but the child on the seat always needed to rely on the puppet strings to move.

They cannot become human.

But they wanted people as sacrifices.

This shows that they do not worship people, let alone want to be like "humans".

The scene now depicts children as people, which clearly angers the puppeteers and the puppet audience present.

This achieves the effect of "breaking" the script.

The entire hall trembled for a long time before slowly returning to calm.

"people?"

The rough voice coming from the child's moist little mouth felt completely out of place.

“Hmm, a person.” Jingli smiled. “Your father, isn’t he up there? Who is he?”

The child's eyes turned red again, but his mouth was controlled by the puppet threads and he couldn't open it.

"Yes, the Imperial Advisor?"

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【small theater】

Fishy: Let's cause a scene!

Puppet: I don't want to see this!

Imperial Advisor: When will I make my appearance?

Meng Li:

Springtime Short Film: Brother! Where are you, brother?