He Shu blinked, remained in his sitting position, and slowly raised his hands, but very slowly—he was using this to delay time and understand his situation, even if it took a second longer.

This group of people ignored his ink marks, and before he fully raised his hand, two people from the left and right had already searched him.

Backpacks, pockets, body, even the crotch.

He Shu got goosebumps from being touched, and couldn't help but want to speak, but still held back.

The backpack was turned upside down, including the talisman paper, cinnabar, water, and various snacks inside. He Shu even saw a snap-on miniature microphone, and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Needless to say, that thing must have been stuffed in by Fengfeng. It probably thought that it would be like traveling when it came out, playing games and hosting live broadcasts from time to time?

He Shu very much hoped that the other party would throw away the microphone, so that later he could teach Fengfeng a lesson.

Unfortunately not.

The man searching for the backpack picked it up for a few glances, then threw it back into the backpack. He didn't pay much attention to the talisman cinnabar. Instead, he picked up one of the crumpled sachets, walked up to the master in black, and muttered: A few words.

He Shu's heart sank.

Because the sachet was brought back from the opponent after he was given the head-down technique by Master Chaha before, and the soul was captured for thousands of miles, and he turned defense into offense and killed the opponent.

He originally wanted to wait for the matter to be settled before taking it for a closer study.

Head lowering art and Gu art have the same origin, and Gu art has been inseparable from witchcraft since ancient times. As the so-called witchcraft and witchcraft, He Shu inherited the talent of his great-grandmother to invite gods, and to some extent is also related to witchcraft. By the way, he has long been interested in Southeast Asian head-bending techniques. It is rare to encounter this opportunity. Naturally, he has to think carefully about the sachet that was handed back from Master Chaha to see if this head-bending technique that has made many people frightened. Some kind of parasite, or fungus.

Could it be that the other party found out that the head-down master was killed by them?

He Shu just had this idea, but immediately felt wrong.

If it was, those people would have changed their expressions and rushed over to kill him.

But the two heads-down masters seemed to be discussing in a low voice, looking up at him from time to time, with a scrutinizing gaze, as if a scientist was waiting for a reaction from a drugged experimental animal through the glass.

Not to mention that He Shu's hands were tied, even if he didn't, he still had a gun on his head, and it would be better to smash the jar than to struggle needlessly.

Wanting to understand this, he smiled innocently when the head-down master looked at him again.

"Master?"

The man in camouflage uniform and with a slight beard under his chin became impatient at first, and urged the head-subduing master.

"Untie him from the rope."

The head-down master can actually speak Chinese, although the emphasis is not accurate, but he is still fluent.

"what happened?"

"Just listen to me."

The lowering master's tone was a little displeased, so the man had no choice but to suppress his dissatisfaction, and signaled his subordinates to untie He Shu.

After being untied, He Shu didn't run away. Of course, he knew he couldn't run away, so he simply smiled at the lowering master.

A head-down master came over and pinched his chin with his hands filled with black dirt between his nails.

The force was very strong and compulsive, and He Shu almost subconsciously wanted to resist, but the other party continued to read a series of mantras with a strange tone. He Shu judged that it might be an attempt to control his body and even his mind out of the intuition of "traveling with him". spell.

His mind moved slightly, and he didn't resist any more. Instead, he consciously forced himself to relax, and his eyes met. The other's eyes were dark and deep, like a deep sea vortex, spinning layer after layer until he was involved and completely swallowed.

If it were before Xinhuan Building, He Shu would probably be at a loss and unable to deal with such an enemy, because the opponent does have two weapons—if you guessed right, this person used a kind of witchcraft similar to hypnosis .

But today is different from the past, while He Shu deliberately fell for the trick, he can still retain a trace of spirituality, which is not clear to the other party, but he seems to be gradually relaxing physically, and even allows the other party to pinch his chin as hard as if he wants to bite his jaw. break off.

Finally, the lower head master let go of his hand.

"I guessed right, Chaha's Gu insect sac is on him, and it contains puppet Gu, this person is already Chaha's puppet slave, there is no need to tie him up, I still want him to do something. "

After saying this to the camouflage uniform, he asked He Shu again: "Where is your master?"

According to his description, He Shu's "master" must be Master Chaha.

But Master Chaha was killed in the cave by He Shu and Guanghan long ago. God knows where his soul is wandering now?

He Shu showed a confused and innocent expression.

The lowering master was slightly disappointed, and did not continue to question him.

"Chaha must have gotten lost here too, let's try to get out of here first."

The camouflage uniform frowned: "What can the two masters do? Our compass is out of order here, or we will wait here. Since we can meet this puppet slave, maybe my boss and Mr. Nakamura are also nearby... ..."

The lowering master waved his hand, before he finished speaking: "Of course a compass won't work in this kind of place, don't tell me your little tricks!"

A hint of anger was evident on the face of the camouflage uniform, but it was quickly wiped away and a smile appeared again.

"You're right. It's getting dark, and you can't get out no matter what you do now, and it's easy to fall into a trap. Why don't we take a rest where we are, and find a way to get out after dawn?"

The lowering master let out a slight hum from his nasal cavity, which was considered to be in agreement.

So the camouflage uniform and his men began to set up the camp.

Although they are all in the forest, their place is already considered a good place around them. There is a small open space that can accommodate a two-person tent, and there are not too many rotten leaves, so they don't have to camp on the sticky ground that has just rained.

Although the head-down master certified He Shu as a puppet slave, he didn't take much precautions against him, but the camouflage uniform seemed uneasy. At first, he found a subordinate to watch He Shu, but later found that He Shu was sitting on the ground with his knees hugged, doing nothing Fuck, turn a blind eye to them, look up at the sky at 45 degrees with one face, without focus, let alone run, don't even move, feel that it is wasteful for his subordinates to look at trash, so they call them away.

He Shu became a marginal figure who was completely ignored—of course, the backpack was taken away.

Jiang Siyin and Little Tian, ​​who were bound by their hands, looked at He Shu from time to time with complicated eyes, and they didn't know whether it was sympathy or envy.

If they were given another chance to choose, maybe they would really like to be puppet slaves instead of meat tickets.

If you want to say what He Shu was thinking when he was pretending to be demented, that’s not the case. In order to maximize his acting skills, what appeared in his mind was Guanghan’s usual state of wandering while eating, walking, and pretending to be smart. Won't?

Hehe, he didn't mean that Guanghan was stupid, anyway, Guanghan couldn't hear the slander here.

At this time, there was someone talking in a low voice, it was two subordinates in camouflage uniforms.

"What is a puppet slave, why haven't I heard of it?"

"I've heard people say that it seems to be a kind of head-down."

These two people, one wearing a black hat and the other with a yellow water bottle on his waist, let's call them Xiao Hei and Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang said: "There is a kind of head drop, called puppet drop, which can turn a living person into a living dead. Without his own will, he can only listen to the head drop master. I heard that some people have offended the head drop master and don't know , As a result, he was given this kind of lowering, ran away from home in the middle of the night, went directly to the lowering master, and never came back."

Xiao Hei: "Damn it, it sounds creepy. Does our boss insist on cooperating with these two old men? Don't look back, he doesn't like us, so he also put us down as a puppet!"

Xiao Huang: "Probably not. I heard that although this kind of head-bending master is evil, it is difficult to practice. Not all head-bending masters can do it. Among them, it is possible that Master Chaha will do it. Why do people attach great importance to Chaha's words?"

Xiao Hei: "As I said, we shouldn't have so many people here this time, we all have an employer, at most Nakamura, quietly..."

Xiao Huang: "The boss found Chaha and the others, you think the boss likes..."

"What are you talking about there, you still haven't come to help!"

The companion's impatient urging interrupted the conversation between the two.

"I'm coming!"

He Shu remained calm, pricked up his ears, and collected the conversation between the two.

Even if he didn't know much about puppet descent before, when he heard this, he had a concept.

The so-called puppet surrender is a bit like chasing the corpse in western Hunan, the difference is that the latter drives the dead, while the former drives the living.

Xiangxi has a long history of chasing corpses, and it is said that it is also related to gu art. , In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, and it was troublesome to transport living people, not to mention private individuals. This one-handed corpse eliminated the troubles and manpower of transportation.

However, since the era of the Republic of China, this mysterious method has gradually disappeared, because after the development of transportation, the existence of this industry is no longer needed. Now there may still be corpse hunters in remote areas, but they are not known to the public.

The puppet descending, although similar, is obviously more complicated than expelling the corpse, because the head descending master wants to manipulate living people, and this kind of puppet Gu is probably also very demanding. Fortunately, He Shu and the others have already killed Master Chaha. . As soon as the head-lowering master died, all the Gu worms that he had tied up with his life would also die and disappear. It should be an indispensable accessory for Puppet Fall, because they returned the sachet later, and now it is stuffed in He Shu's pocket.

Through these three words, he probably has some understanding of the composition of the team.

The team is divided into employers and employees, and the employer may be their boss, John.

As for employees, the composition is more complicated.

He Shu silently counted the camouflage uniforms and their subordinates, including camouflage uniforms, Xiao Hei, Xiao Huang, etc., who had obvious field survival experience and may have received some military training. It should be exactly ten people.

Among the three descendants, Chaha was already dead, and the two existing descendants in the team were arrogant and did not get along well with the camouflage uniforms. It was probably just for the same purpose.

In addition, there is also a Nakamura that they speak of. Judging from the surname, it is obviously Japanese, and it is more likely to be the Onmyoji who used Shikigami to chase Fengfeng before.

The gang had obviously seen blood.

Judging from the actions of wiping weapons and loading magazines under camouflage uniforms, he is no stranger to murder.

In the ten-person team in camouflage uniforms, many of them were dark-skinned and had characteristics of Southeast Asian ethnicity, indicating that they may have been mercenaries before, and have even been on the Cambodia-Myanmar battlefield.

So the question is, if they acted secretly and happened to bump into Jiang Siyin and Little Tian, ​​why didn't they kill them and go with them instead?

Combined with the fact that Jiang Siyin sleepwalked away from the hotel in the early morning and then disappeared, He Shu connected these incidents together, and it seemed that there were some vague speculations about to emerge.

...

It was already completely dark.

The two head descendants still didn't give up trying to find a way to get out of here, but judging from their faces, they should have failed.

John and Nakamura didn't come to meet them either, and everyone ate around the bonfire while discussing the next plan.

Even Jiang Siyin and Little Tian were given two slices of dry bread, but He Shu, the puppet slave, had nothing. It seemed that they had acquiesced that the puppet slave did not need to eat.

He Shu shed tears silently in his heart.

In his trousers pocket, there was another bar of chocolate that had not been taken away, but now he couldn't find a chance to eat it.

During the meal, the camouflage uniform and the head descender had another disagreement.

The quarrel between the two sides was mixed with Chinese, Burmese, Thai, and even a part of English. He Shu could only understand part of it intermittently and then connect it back and forth.

The camouflage uniform thinks that going on like this is not an option. He must try to contact John first. After all, this is the boss who sent them money. The direction to retreat, because John was behind them before, and now he might still be waiting for them outside.

As for where the "outside" is, the camouflage uniforms can't tell clearly, because they suddenly find themselves trapped in a maze, like a ghost hitting a wall, no matter how much they turn around, they can't get out, and sometimes they even experience hallucinations, just like Yesterday, He Shu saw another self, presumably they had also experienced some terrifying things, and the camouflage uniforms were so eager to retreat.

If you lose your money, you can earn more, and if you lose your life, you will lose everything. Although doing their job is like licking blood, it must be a predictable risk, not now, as if you are fighting against invisible ghosts and gods. .

But the head-down master holds the completely opposite opinion.

He thinks that the reason why they can't get out now is because there must be some magical things here. Maybe these strange phenomena are related to what they are looking for this time. They have come here all the way. You must not leave until you find it.

In other words, the head-down masters didn't want to leave at all, they hoped to stay where they were until they found out the reason.

Seeing that the negotiation broke down, the camouflage uniform stood up.

"Master Zahe, I respect you very much, but you must be clear that John is our boss, and we must ensure his safety as our top priority!"

"Then you can leave by yourself, and I didn't stop you, but the two hostages will stay."

Zahe's attitude was very indifferent.

The camouflage uniform didn't even think about it: "No, these two are what our boss wants!"

Zhahe looked at him and paused every word: "I won't let you take them away."

The camouflage uniform was so angry that his face changed, but he probably took Zhahe's identity into consideration, fearing that he would be degraded unknowingly, so he endured it and walked away without saying a word.

During the quarrel between the two, the others were silent.

The camouflage uniform and his subordinates have been in Southeast Asia for a long time. How could they not know the power of the head-down technique? Everyone has deep fear and fear of these two head-down masters, so naturally they dare not intervene casually, for fear of causing trouble. The head teacher was not happy, and gave them a life-or-death surrender.

Even the camouflage uniform, a little later, took the initiative to apologize to Master Zhafa, saying that he was short-tempered and disrespectful, and asked Master Zhafa not to be as knowledgeable as himself.

Master Zhafa still had that indifferent expression, saying it was okay.

The boss gave in, let alone the others, and the team began to be headed by Master Zha.

But He Shu watched, and there seemed to be something wrong with the camouflage uniform.

What was wrong specifically, because it was dark and the distance was far away, he couldn't draw a conclusion like a magician, he just felt that Master Zhafa was very scheming, and he probably didn't come out of the mountain because of John's invitation from the beginning.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone on the other side didn't pay attention to him, he began to let go of himself again, his thoughts drifted away, and he acted as a more qualified "puppet slave".

He Shu was thinking about Guang Han.

The two were clearly traveling together earlier, but the other party suddenly disappeared. Does this mean that Guang Han has also fallen into another maze?

Is he also in another place, dealing with John and Nakamura?

After ruling out the evils, He Shu couldn't figure out what was going on here at first, but after seeing the camouflage uniforms trying various modern methods, and Zhahe's head-down masters were helpless, he had some ideas.

Now, although the other party believes that he is a puppet slave, he didn't take precautions, but He Shuyi's magical artifacts and talismans are also with them, not to mention that he has to rescue Jiang Siyin and take them with him. He can only wait for the rendezvous with Guanghan in order to implement...

Guanghan, Guanghan, where did you bastard go?

He kept muttering in his heart, hoping to mutter a few more times, so that the guy could have telepathy.

Last time in Xinhuan Building, he invited God twice, and Guanghan arrived in time both times. In addition, Xinhuan Building was sealed by an enchantment and could not communicate with the outside world. He Shu had already vaguely guessed, Guanghan may be the "god" he invited.

But Guanghan didn't say anything, and He Shu didn't ask afterward, he didn't even want to go into it at all, as if asking more, the distance between himself and the other party would be further, as if it indicated that the other party would leave sooner or later.

From He Shu's point of view, although Guanghan often wanders around during meals or when He Shu and Fengfeng quarrel, the other party is not without joys and sorrows. He likes to sleep on soft mattresses instead of wooden beds, and also likes TVs and mobile phones. With all the modern communication tools, although he is too lazy to return the private messages of fans in the background, he also likes the number of likes and flowers sent when he broadcasts live. Guanghan will even study acting books and online courses seriously in order to play a good role, although that is just a passerby without lines.

He Shu could feel that when he and Fengfeng quarreled and the house was noisy, Guanghan might have a headache and make them shut up, but that emotion was not disgust.

Guanghan likes the excitement of the world, and he should be like this, not a yin god or a ray of divine thought that comes and goes without a trace, disappearing at any time, and it is not a memorial tablet high up in the temple for people to worship.

Later, even if he practiced inviting the gods, He Shu seldom invited the gods in the presence of Guanghan. He subconsciously avoided this, chose to practice alone, and rarely asked Guanghan about inviting the gods.

Because He Shu always has a kind of worry deep in his heart. He is afraid that if he invites too many times, every time he has a feeling with Guanghan, it may not be a good thing for the other party. Essence.

He Shu knew that he had seen Guanghan talking and laughing with Little Tian at the Chasing Dragon Hotel before, and he was jealous and dissatisfied because he was caught in the delusional gullible and his emotions were infinitely magnified, but he didn't think that his thinking had anything to do with Guanghan now. The matter is also the sequelae of Delusional Gu.

Those were originally his companions, friends and buddies. Now that the situation is not good, and the enemy is in front of him, there is nothing wrong with thinking more.

Bar.

He was unconstrained, asking and answering questions, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Jiang Siyin moving towards him a little bit.

Ass moved, one centimeter.

When the foot moved, it was another centimeter.

He Shu: ...

That is to say, the camouflage uniform had just finished arguing with Zahe at this moment. Everyone was full of food and drinks, and they had their own concerns. In addition, they were sleepy during the day, so they were not so strict in guarding the two hostages.

Moreover, the distance between Jiang Siyin and He Shu is not too far.

But He Shu, as a "puppet slave", cannot move. He can only watch Jiang Siyin move over like a foolish old man moving a mountain.

Little Tian watched his movements and looked at other people from time to time, as if giving him the wind.

Finally, Jiang Siyin moved in front of He Shu.

His expression was anxious, but also a little secretly excited, and his eyes did not hide the light in the darkness.

Then he asked He Shu a question.

Jiang Siyin: "One plus one, how much is it equal?"

He Shu:?

His first thought was that there was something wrong with his ears, or that Jiang Siyin was tortured inhumanely after being arrested, leading to insanity.

Otherwise, why would he ask himself what one plus one equals, and treat him as an idiot?

But He Shu changed his mind and immediately realized that he is now a puppet slave who has lost his mind and is at the mercy of others, isn't he an idiot?

Jiang Siyin and Little Tian, ​​a student and a tour guide, were caught by this group of people inexplicably. They didn't panic and were dumbfounded, and they still tried their best to come and try. It seems to be worthy of praise.

He Shu couldn't laugh or cry.

There is a distance between him and the others, but to the lowering master, this distance is nothing. No matter how low the voice is, if the other party does something to him, he can still hear it. It is easier to scare the snake away.

But no response is not enough, that is likely to hit Jiang Siyin and the others, making subsequent rescue operations difficult.

So, He Shu slowly blinked one eye at him.

Quickly, only half a second.

But Jiang Siyin, who had been staring at He Shu, still saw it.

He Shu is not stupid!

He really is pretending!

Jiang Siyin was ecstatic in his heart and almost screamed, but he held back.

God knows how much ups and downs he has experienced in his heart since he was caught. If there was no Little Tian by his side, it is estimated that he would have lost his mind and was broken.

He Shu moved his fingers and compared his palms again, signaling him not to speak, but to write on his palm.

Jiang Siyin understood, and moved a few steps over with He Shu on his back.

With his hands tied behind his back, he happened to write in the palm of He Shu's outstretched hand, while watching the wind to see if those people paid attention to this side.

Jiang Siyin knew that time was limited, so writing was concise and concise, and he tried to use one or two words to express the meaning of a sentence.

A few minutes later, He Shu already understood their experience.