Agudamu stretched his muscles and bones as if a demon had just woken up, and pimples kept rattling between his bones. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wushuang found that Agudam's whole body was leaning forward slightly, the center of gravity of his body was unstable but he would not fall, and it was as if something was hanging on his back. And the reason why his arms swing uncoordinated is also because he is pulled by some external force, and when the mysterious force moves, his arms shake.

Isn't this just a puppet? If you want to break this magic spell, you must find the controller of the puppet behind it.

"My wolf eyes are too thin, turn on the flashlight and shine a light on the top of Agudamu's head!" Wushuang said to Ma Ya.

Ma Ya was puzzled, but she still did as Wushuang intended, she turned on the flashlight, and the beam of light shone directly on the top of Agudamu's head, and under the light, she could vaguely see that a thread as thin as a hair was hanging on the back of Agudamu's head.

He picked up the fast stone in his hands, and flew out with a whoosh, and the stone hit the filament accurately, and suddenly Agudam's entire head and neck drooped.

It turned out that as Wushuang judged, Agudamu had now been reduced to a puppet, and someone was behind his back to control his actions. But what kind of demon method can be so evil? In the classics of the thief gate, many lost evil arts are recorded, but there is no such secret method among them.

Although the filament hanging on Agudamu's back was broken, he only lost control of his head and neck and drooped down, and the whole person still walked slowly forward as if he had lost his center of gravity.

"What kind of magic is this? Old bald donkey! You have the ability to come out and fight me to the death, what kind of hero is it to hide in the dark and play these tricks? Even if you are a Jianghu person, you will be defeated! I am a thief, what is there to rush at me! Why are you embarrassed by these juniors?" Wushuang had nowhere to vent his anger, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

But where did this thief listen to his taunts, and now he doesn't know where to hide and control the doll in his hand.

Wushuang knew that something was controlling Agudamu, but he couldn't do anything about it, because the silk thread was so tiny, far thinner than the silver thread in Na Xi's hand, that it was impossible to distinguish it with the naked eye. Moreover, in fact, Agudam is very easy to deal with, he is a barbarian, he has no kung fu, and he is controlled, and his actions are not so free, isn't it easy to kill him? But that is his good brother, Wushuang can't do it, he can only retreat step by step and dodge.

Agudamu stiffened, waving his arms and kept chasing them, the small temple was quite funny, a half-human, half-ghost, half-ghost guy chased unhurriedly, Wushuang could only admit cowardice, and escorted the horse to run in circles. Qi Wushuang has nowhere to go, and this toss is half a night, until he is exhausted.

Whew...... Whew...... Wushuang panted heavily, still unable to shake off Agudamu. He was angry, if it was anyone else, he would have been a killer a long time ago!

"Girl, what kind of evil art is this? Help me figure it out! Your brother can't run anymore. "Wushuang can only admit it, no moves, fight, can't fight, can't kill, can't kill.

"Do we have any skills to control the puppets in the door? Why haven't I heard of it?"

The demon monk Zhuguna seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on the two of them, feeling that the physical energy of these two young people was almost exhausted, and finally they finally got serious.

"Hmph...... Hmph...... "Agudamu is laughing, no, it's Zhugu laughing, Agudamu is just his spokesperson."

"Kill, kill me?" said Agudamu's throat gurgling, a bit like ventriloquism in martial arts novels.

"Demon monk, you have the ability not to show your head, as long as you show your head, Lao Tzu will destroy you with one shot!" Wushuang said fiercely.

"No, you don't have that chance. Arrogant young man, give you a choice, if you cut yourself now, I can leave your young master alive!"

Wushuang thought it was funny, saying that he was a master, this skill was indeed unprecedented, and it was evil and abnormal. But the real thief young master was in front of him, but he only recognized the Kui Fu. It seems that it is providential, at least he will not hurt Ma Ya, so everything will come to himself.

"I don't ......" Ma Ya wanted to say something, but was covered by Wushuang.

"It's easy if you want to kill me, let's make a deal! You let my sister go, I'll let you deal with it!"

"Brother, don't ......," Wushuang covered Ma Ya's mouth and protected her behind her.

At this time, the demon monk Zhugu suddenly stopped talking, and Agudam, who had been chasing after them, also squatted on the ground and did not move, as if the power that controlled him had disappeared.

"Brother, let's go!" Ma Ya dragged him and wanted to run out.

"I can't go, the brothers are here, let's go together! I must kill this guy tonight! You go! Go and wait for me at the bottom of the mountain!" Wushuang pushed Ma Ya out of the Yellow Temple and closed the temple door with his backhand.

What's wrong with Zhu Gu? How could he suddenly relax his vigilance and give Wushuang a chance to escape? If Wushuang wanted to run now, I'm afraid he would lose the best opportunity to kill him.

There is a small hill on this Saiyin Mountain, just behind the Yellow Temple, there is a welcome pine on the top of the mountain, this pine tree is the same age as the Yellow Temple, it was planted by Genghis Khan himself. Under the shade of the ancient pine, an old lama sat cross-legged on the ground, holding hundreds of slender silver filaments in his hands, and he had been hiding in this dark place and staring at the every move of the two people in the Yellow Temple.

Suddenly, the four silver wires in his hand broke, these four silver wires are very important, they control the brain and soul of people. How could it be broken? I have never missed a hand in the mountains for so many years, and this skill has been practiced to the point of perfection.

He picked up the broken silver thread from under his feet and saw that there was a break in the silver thread, and the break was obviously cut by some sharp weapon. Is it the boy? No way! He would never have such a deep kung fu, and it would be impossible for him to become a secret weapon for forty or fifty years, and even if he hit one silver wire by chance, it would never be cut off by all four silver wires together.

Could it be ...... Is there a master nearby? No, what kind of master can hide his powerful aura? Judging from the kung fu of playing with a hidden weapon, the other party's skills are by no means below him.

A cool breath came from the back of his neck, it was a breath that was cool to the marrow, a breath from hell.

"Who's the master?" he stood up, loosening the thread that controlled the puppet in his hand.

I don't know when, there is an extra silhouette in the shadow shadow under my feet, it is a woman's wonderful figure, judging from the figure of the reflection, this woman is definitely a stunning beauty, there is no more perfect body than her, it is like Chang'e on the horizon.