Chapter 83
After a few seconds, he lowered his hand and took a step away, allowing the wet nurse to do what she wanted freely.
Chapter 32 Pairs
Dadong was only in his early twenties, not too old, but quite impressive. Maybe it was because someone was watching, but he acted in a pretentious manner before taking action.
The white thread flew out like a spirit, scrambling to wrap around the study door lock.
It was an old-fashioned round doorknob, made of yellow copper, with a small keyhole underneath, not as many ribs as now.
"It's like opening a door, tying someone up, or using a thread to control something. It's best to tie him up like this." Dadong loves to save face and perform well, but he is actually not a bad person.
He thought about how pitiful this disciple of the Shen family was. Without his master, he had to figure out everything by himself, and no one would correct him when he made mistakes. I couldn't get on the famous chart before, but I'm afraid it will be even harder in the future. So he explained while doing the exercises, and did not hesitate to teach this "Chen Shi" a few words.
"The index finger controls the spirit, the middle finger controls the form, the ring finger controls the force, and the thumb and little finger control the connection between the puppet master and the puppet."
Dadong inserted the thread into the hole, turned around and said to the people watching, "For such a trivial matter, there is no need to release the puppet. So the middle finger, thumb and little finger can be left alone-"
The wire hit the copper bolt in the keyhole and made a soft "click" sound...
Suddenly, a little girl's smile sounded from the door.
The voice was crisp, with a hollow echo, and it felt like standing outside the door, but also like standing next to the unlocker.
Dadong shivered with "Ah" and jerked his hand back, as if he had been burned.
All his spirit and strength were gone. Those white cotton threads suddenly lost their life, hanging lightly on his fingers, and the other end fell to the ground.
He remained motionless, looking around with round eyes.
When I heard it: "?"
Dadong squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Did you hear the laughter?"
When I heard it: "No."
He is very calm, which makes others seem a little timid.
Dadong hesitated for a moment, suspecting that he might be hallucinating. For the sake of face, he cleared his throat and concentrated, regained his composure, put the thread into the keyhole, and flicked it...
The little girl's laughter came again, like a silver bell.
Dadong retracted as if he was electrocuted, and turned to look at Wen Shi again, his throat cracking a little: "You really didn't hear it???"
When hearing it: "..."
He was silent for two seconds and said, "How about you go and listen, I'll do it."
These words were more useful than anything else. Dadong inserted the thread into the keyhole in the next second.
The little girl's giggle was close to his ear, so close that she seemed to be lying on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck. Dadong could even feel a gentle breeze on his neck.
Dadong held his breath and tried to stabilize himself.
As a result, the little girl whispered to him: "Mother Cai, I want to buy a hair flower."
"..."
Dadong's tone disappeared on the spot.
What flower do you want to buy? I’ll give it to you.
His fingers twitched again, watching as the white cotton thread softened and was about to slip out of the keyhole...
suddenly! He raised his index finger twice, so fast it seemed like a cramp, and even he didn't react.
The soft white thread was hooked by his index finger, and it regained vitality. It suddenly tightened and hit the lock core. Several others stretched into the door cracks from all directions, one on each side. Like a simple net, it tightly covered the entire door.
The reed in the lock cylinder clicked and trembled, like a tug-of-war between two parties.
At the same time, Dadong's ring finger cramped a few more times, and the thread holding the door tightened suddenly.
Just listen to a loud bang, like a door exploding.
Dadong was startled and looked up with his mouth open.
The next second, the sounds of metal and wood breaking alternately sounded.
He only felt the thread on his hand loosen suddenly, and the entire study door was forcefully pulled down by him.
He subconsciously took a few steps back and watched as the heavy old-fashioned wooden door crashed to the ground, throwing up a cloud of smoky dust with a loud bang.
The metal door shaft clanked and fell, and the screws rolled on the wooden floor and into the deep corridor.
Dead silence returned to the room, and Dadong was stunned.
"I……"
He looked at his fingers, feeling deeply confused.
The first reaction that flashed through his mind was that he was briefly manipulated, like a puppet master treating a puppet.
But is it possible? ? ?
There was indeed a legend in ancient times that puppet masters could control living people...but that was a fucking legend.
Of course, the legend has a theoretical basis——
Theoretically, with natural suppression, this kind of control is not completely unfeasible.
But he is not an ordinary person, he is a puppet master himself. To have natural suppression on him, at least... at least it must be at the level of his master, right?
He himself has limited talents and poor academic skills, but his master is still very powerful.
What concept? Leaving aside the main family, there are so many branches of the Zhang family, and his master can be ranked among the top three. In a smaller family, such as the Cheng family and the Wang family, his master can be the head of the family.
Dadong suddenly turned his head and looked at the only person in the room.
When he heard it, he lowered his hands, with a hint of impatience on his expression, maybe because he had been waiting for a long time. The white cotton thread on his hand has not yet been removed, and it is wrapped around his long fingers in a staggered manner. Some are straight and some are hanging down, like some kind of messy clothing.
decoration.
This guy learned puppetry to please the little girl, right? !