The situation was still decent, for the three of them who had merely been dragged into this trouble. It was slightly worse for Ye Baiyi, who had directly offended the master of this place with his rude words: a dense swarm of human puppets surrounded him, clustering around him so tightly that water could hardly seep through the gaps between them. At the same time, this old man was even more stubborn in old age and was determined to go toe-to-toe with those puppets; it was a racket over there, as lively as a New Year’s celebration[28].

Zhou Zishu raised a fist to press it against his own chest, forcing back a mouthful of saccharine blood. To Wen Kexing, who was edging close to him, he said, "This can't do, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out for long. Who knows how many puppets there are in this godforsaken place?"

Wen Kexing replied, “This place is called the Puppet Manor. He looks to be the only living being to me, while the rest are these objects.”

Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes. “Makes sense. Looks like he’s also the only one that can be killed.”

The two of them exchanged a look. As neither of them were good apples, they were well-coordinated even without prior discussion. Once again, Wen Kexing flung Zhang Chengling out like the Gaoshan Slave's meteor hammer. Watching him pin another one to the ground as he howled, Zhou Zishu shot out in a glide, picked up that little tyke, and set him aside before the toppled puppet could beat him to death with its elbow. Then the tip of his foot touched the ground lightly, and he sprung at the strange man on the wheelchair, his body as quick and light as a sparrow's.

The person said coldly, "Another one who has come seeking his death." He leant back, and ten or so iron chains abruptly shot out from beneath that wooden wheelchair. A long spear was attached to the end of each chain, which hurtled at Zhou Zishu from various directions.

Zhou Zishu sank a breath to his diaphragm, dropping through the air with ‘The Fall of A Thousand-Catty Weight’[29]. With a quick slide of his feet, he was behind a human puppet in a flash. The spear which tracked him crashed into that puppet, its blade bending in the opposite direction as its metal chain wrapped the human puppet up like a dumpling.

Zhou Zishu flicked his long sleeve outwards as he spoke, “Did you think that I won’t use a hidden weapon?”