He threw himself at that puppet without care. This tyke was always timid when he should have been daring, but daring when he should have been timid; Zhou Zishu was a beat too late to hold him back, and watched as Zhang Chengling ferociously leapt at that aloof female puppet. Unarmed, it was as if he was going to bite her with his teeth.

“Little tyke…” Zhou Zishu wanted to say something, but his own blood choked him once he opened his mouth and he could not stop coughing.

Right at this instant, the wall of the stone corridor next to the female puppet suddenly toppled with a crash. Unable to dodge in time, the female puppet was crushed underneath it, still waving the metal flute around in hand. A hopelessly dishevelled person barged in coughing, dusting himself off as he said, “What is this godforsaken pla...A-Xu!”

Zhou Zishu let out a breath of relief, and very nearly failed to inhale the next breath. This was the first time in his life that he was this glad to see Wen Kexing.

Chapter 48: A Treacherous Situation

On the ground, that female puppet was still extending her leg; at first, Wen Kexing did not notice it and nearly stepped onto it, only leaping away when the flute sticking close to the floor swept at him. Behind him, the male puppet had already extracted its arm from the doorway and was turning in this direction. Wen Kexing picked Zhang Chengling up, flung him into the hole in the wall with a whirl of his arm, then bent to pick up Zhou Zishu in a bridal carry and jumped in close behind.

The male puppet ran over to where they were. Wen Kexing turned, eying that puppet guardedly, but that puppet seemed to be capable of moving in only two directions: it could only either advance or retreat, and did not have the ability to turn left or right. Unable to locate the humans, it kept turning in circles on the spot. The long flute in the female puppet’s hand landed a blow on his leg, and like the sharpest spear turned onto the most durable shield, they instantly came into conflict. With a loud crash, the two puppets toppled onto their fronts. On the receiving end of an attack, the male puppet jabbed at the female puppet’s head with his elbow, and then they started massacring each other in internal strife.

Wen Kexing finally heaved a sigh of relief, and instructed Zhou Zishu in a low voice, “Don’t talk.” He sealed a few of Zhou Zishu’s acupoints and set him down, frowning when he saw the bloodstains on his front. He told Zhang Chengling, “Little tyke, go over to that opening and take a look, if there’s some kind of…”