"The King of Yellow Clothes?" Lu Li didn't react at once. Then he thought about it. Although Huangdi explained that the King of Yellow Clothes was strange, it seemed that there was no big problem. When he recited this name lightly, a faint sense of horror appeared in Lu Li's heart, so faint that Lu Li's sensitive control was not discovered.

"The time is up, you are going back, take good care of your master!" A smile appeared on the wooden face of the puppet, letting go of long-lasting worries, as if she had let go of everything, her breath became calm and even seemed dead: "I'm really sorry, I deceived you and used despicable means. I don't care no matter how you view me, but please be sure to take good care of your master."

The whole world began to become dreamy, twisted and deformed, and even became fragmented. When Lu Li woke up again, he had already returned to the ruined temple. There was a feeling of pulling on his nose. He subconsciously wiped it and found that he had some dry blood scabs. Then he suddenly realized that his hands could be used.

The old man opposite woke up in a daze. Lu Li moved his body and felt it carefully. Only then did he realize that he had been hurt in his false dream before. After returning here, he recovered. The only thing that could be called a wound was the only thing that could be called a wound. The brain was liberated when he entered the previous one, causing the nosebleed. He touched his hand into his pocket and found that all three rule modules were there, while the other pocket was the cinnabar talisman lying.

"Just..." Lu Li moved his left hand and found that his flexibility had decreased a lot compared to his right hand. Lu Li felt it carefully and found that there was nothing wrong with the blood vessels, muscles, and nerves in the left hand, but his flexibility had dropped by half.

"Is the reason for the mysterious side?" Lu Li had no choice. Then he continued to sense his state silently and found that the places where he was injured before were now feeling a little uncomfortable, and there was inexplicably pain. It was just a strange perception that after a while, these discomforts would disappear, and they would not lose their flexibility forever like the left hand.

"Looking at the sky, it's still less than an hour before dawn." The old man walked to the temple gate and looked at it. After coming back, he sighed and said, "It's all because of the old man, I'm lazy. Now the firewood is not enough to last until dawn. This night is not safe, this...hey!"

"You old man, don't blame yourself too much. No one might say what will happen before the last moment. There is no way out." Lu Li said comfortingly, but there was a smile in his eyes. He already understood what the puppet was about to do. He remembered what the puppet said at that time: Monsters are the best fuel.

The tears at the corners of the puppet's eyes emit strange fluctuations, lurking in an unknown place, slowly stirring people's emotions. A little guilt will turn into strong shame, a little self-blame will turn into surging regret, and a little complaint will turn into absolute hatred.

"I am just a waste! I have lived for decades and achieved nothing, and I still have trouble when I am old." The old man couldn't help but recall his past. He spent his whole life running around, got nothing, and was lonely and helpless. In this winter, heavy snow was everywhere, and he couldn't prepare winter clothes. He didn't even have a home, so he could only stay in a dilapidated temple and wait for death in a cold night.

"What is it because of me who is like this? It's because of you!" The old man watched the fire slowly become smaller and there was no firewood added. His emotions rolled even more. Thinking of his life, an impulse surged into his heart. He suddenly became angry and looked at the puppet in his arms. Anger attacked his heart and blocked his reason: "I have been delayed on you for a lifetime, but now I have not fallen behind. I can't get through this winter and night. What else do you want to do? It's better to burn it - it can still warm your body!!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man gave it away and threw the puppet into the fire. The flames rolled over the puppet, causing a spark, as if the temperature had also increased. Lu Li was watching silently. Although he could not sense the methods used by the puppet, he roughly understood what was happening through the information given in the previous prompt box. It was nothing more than that the puppet used hypnosis to sacrifice himself and illuminate others.

As the puppet entered the fire, the flames began to grow bigger, and the old man's eyes turned red. He sat angrily next to the fire, his hands gathered in a row, trying to hug something, but suddenly he was stunned. What else could he hug? Didn't his most precious thing be thrown into the fire just now?

Looking at the rising fire, the old man was stunned: "What did I... do?"

The emotions fell, and the lost reason also returned. The old man stared blankly at the fire, his body became unstable and fell to the ground, but he did not respond at all. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have done the stupidest thing in his life.

Just as the old man was about to rush into the fire and wanted to rescue him, the puppet in the fire sounded and turned up. Mars floated, and the air burned by the flames was a little distorted, making the puppet in the fire look very far away.

The costumes on the puppet caught fire and wrapped around her, making her even more gorgeous. She smiled and bowed slowly to the old man, and bowed to the old man with a definite and charming look. The vermilion tears were not covered by the flames, but became particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the flames.

Her face was full of smiles, probably the happiest moment in her life, because they finally got rid of the fate of the red flower. Perhaps the flowers and leaves will always meet one day, even if the price is death, even if they turn into ashes, so what?

I have performed thousands of singing and dancing under your hands, but this time, I will show you personally. I can save you, and I can really meet you and offer you a song and dance. What a wonderful thing it is. It is worth burning yourself for this and turning it into ashes!

The puppet dances in the fire, and there are no words to describe it. The old man's eyes are tears, his mouth is slightly opened, he stares blankly at the person in the flames, and reads out the lyrics in his mouth, in conjunction with the puppet's dance.

At the end of the song, the joints of the puppet collapsed, and with a click, it collapsed into the firewood and charcoal fire, and it never returned to its original image. The old man could no longer suppress his tears and sat on the ground and cried loudly, just like the child who was blocked by his parents in the past and was not allowed to watch the silk-holding puppet show. He understood that what he threw into the fire was not just a puppet, but his lifelong persistence and lifelong love. For him, the puppet was no longer a dead object, but his family, his children and relatives.

Because of the puppet, the fire rises, and the fire is particularly warm, not only the body, but also the soul.
Chapter completed!