Late at night.
Xiangtan.
" Clang!"
The crisp sound of metal striking echoed in the dark night.
In a luxurious courtyard in the city, a well-built youth was holding a hammer, iron sheet, wood, and other tools in his hands. He was constantly forging and making in the dark.
As the metal pieces in his hands flew around, wooden figures the size of fingers were created one after another.
These wooden figures were wearing iron armor and holding tridents. They looked very lifelike. However, those eyes were all closed.
The two guards outside the house had strange expressions on their faces when they heard the commotion from the forging.
"Young Marshal, why did you become obsessed with blacksmithing after you came back from studying abroad?”
"Who knows, maybe he was provoked by the marshal's death.”
"Who would have thought that the marshal would be killed by the concubine? It would be a pity to die on a woman's belly.”
"Shh, someone said that the concubine is a female ghost and is here to take our Marshal's life!”
“………”
At this moment.
The two guards outside the house whispered to each other.
The marshal they were talking about was the original owner of this mansion. His name was Swallow Mountain.
Half a month ago, when he went out to suppress bandits in Swallow Mountain, he met a beautiful woman on the way. Seeing that the woman had no one to rely on, he brought her back and made her his concubine.
Who would have thought that on the night of taking in a concubine, Swallow Mountain would suddenly die, and the concubine that was brought back would also mysteriously disappear.
Because of the horrors of death, there were rumors that Mount Yan had been killed by evil spirits.
The woman he brought back from the mountains was the evil spirit!
The young commander who was 'forging' inside was Yan Shan's only son, Yan Poyue.
Yan Poyue was just seventeen years old this year. He had been studying abroad, but after the marshal died, he rushed back as his only son.
However, after the marshal was buried, the young marshal did not manage the army immediately. Instead, he became obsessed with forging wooden figures.
……
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the host for creating a ghost soldier puppet x1!”
"Congratulations to the host for creating a ghost soldier puppet x1!”
“……”
Inside the house.
Yan Poyue heard the whispers of the two guards outside, but he ignored them.
At this moment, the system's voice kept echoing in his mind.
After the system's voice finished echoing, Yan Poyue muttered in his heart,""System panel!"
Suddenly.
An illusory panel appeared in his mind.
Host: Yan Poyue.
[Current realm: None]
[Skill: Divine Puppet Technique]
[Cultivation Technique: Puppet Heart Sutra]
[Puppet Guide: 3,000 Ghost Soldiers (50/3000)]
[Current puppets: Ghost Soldiers x50]
Looking at the system panel, Yan Poyue slowly exhaled.
The road to completing the 3,000 ghost soldiers was long and arduous!
Three days ago, Yan Poyue had transmigrated to this world and replaced the original "Yan Poyue" to become the young marshal of the marshal's manor.
As for the original "Yan Poyue", he had already died tragically at the hands of the evil spirit.
And the evil spirit that killed the original "Yan Poyue" was the concubine of Marshal Yan Shan Xin Na.
The tragic deaths of the father and son were all because of women. This result was sad.
What was worse was that…
He, who had transmigrated, was also targeted by this evil spirit.
Fortunately, he had obtained the Puppet Technique System at the crucial moment, and he had drawn the 3,000 illustrated manuals of Yin Soldiers and the Puppet Heart Sutra at the beginning of the game.
After obtaining the system, Yan Poyue had been forging ghostly puppets. After two days of hard work, he finally created fifty ghost soldiers.
Although there was still some distance to 3,000 ghost soldiers, these 50 ghost soldiers were enough to deal with ordinary demons and ghosts.
After all.
Ghost soldiers were called ghost soldiers because they were different from ordinary ghosts. The weapons in their hands were the nemesis of ghosts.
Even though the ghost soldiers were not strong, they were enough to intimidate ordinary ghosts.
"Bang!"
At this moment.
The sound of the night watchman striking the gong could be heard. It was already the third watch.
Following the sound of the gong and drum, a sharp and plaintive voice came from outside the high walls of the marshal's manor.
"It turns out that all the colors of purple and red have bloomed, but they have all been given to broken wells and dilapidated walls like this.”
"The beautiful scenery on a good day is no match for the sky. Morning and evening, the clouds and green pavilions, the rain and wind, the smoke and waves painted boats; The people of Jin Ping are so jealous of this beautiful light!"
It was a woman's voice. Her voice was filled with hatred. It was mournful and strange in the middle of the night, making one's hair stand on end.
Yan Poyue looked at the fifty ghostly puppets on the table and sneered,""You came at the right time."
Swoosh!
Yan Poyue got up and opened the door. A cold wind blew past.
The fifty wooden puppets on the table opened their eyes in an instant.
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