This was completely an accident, but it was precisely because of this accident that a trace of soul energy appeared.

He gradually came to his senses.

063 Recognize the Lord

The soul can be generated from the heart, but it is not really created out of nothing, but it cannot grow in this isolated environment, surrounded by darkness and nothingness.

He must first absorb a little "seed" from other souls, and then put this seed among countless souls, so that they can be influenced by each other, influence each other, and become entangled with each other, just like a growing baby, constantly learning other people's languages.

and movements, only then can one gradually mature and perfect, and eventually become a true soul.

And everything Qin Zunyang set up for him: without puppets and souls, he couldn't leave here.

And if he doesn't leave here, he will never be able to create a puppet with a soul - this is really a perfect knot!

This guy used this kind of knot to trap him here, taking advantage in vain and letting him teach five hundred years of swordsmanship to the disciples of Jade Palace.

"Qin Zunyang," Pu Laojiu's face finally showed a trace of smile, just like a trace of soul in his heart, "When I win this bet, I still have to pay the principal with the profits."

Got it back from the land.”

Obviously, he needed a strategy to break through the knot that Qin Zunyang had set for him. He couldn't leave here on his own.

Even if he leaves here forcibly, once dawn comes, he will fall into the memory confusion of the day and then return here obediently to continue working.

But puppets can.

Fortunately, this puppet has not recognized its master yet...

Although this kid is a bit wretched, there is no better candidate at the moment, so I can only give him an advantage.

Pu Laojiu glanced in the direction of Gouzhu.

At this time, Gouzhu was already minding his own business and preparing to "quietly" retire. He noticed that Pu Laojiu's expression was constantly changing.

Of course Gouzhu didn't know what the old man was thinking, but judging from his complex and changing expression, no one knew what he would do.

Will this eccentric old man kill him in anger and make him a puppet here?

I have already contributed part of my soul to this puppet, and even achieved some results. Would I just leave his whole soul behind?

It's not too late to escape. If you can, escape as quickly as possible. At worst, you'll end up outside in the unfathomable darkness, where no one can see anyone and can't take action.

When it gets bright tomorrow morning, the old man will forget all this and start building the bridge honestly.

Gouzhu's feet were already on the wooden stairs going up. He only had to walk a few more steps and get out of the wooden door and the restriction above. He and the old man would probably be in debt to each other from now on.

Unexpectedly, after Gouzhu took a few cautious steps, he heard Pu Laojiu's hoarse voice behind him:

"Boy, come here for a moment."

At the same time, it was still accompanied by the irresistible pressure. Although it was much calmer than when the old man was angry yesterday, it was still not something Gouzhu could resist.

Gou Zhu gives up wisely

Stop resisting and come down.

"The little one saw that senior's lips were thirsty, and wanted to go out and get a ladle of water for senior..."

Gouzhu forced himself to show a stiff smile while thinking, if the situation was not good, he would be ready to pounce on his heart. Even if he risked being absorbed again, he would let the old man know what it means to throw a rat to destroy a weapon!

"oh?"

Pu Laojiu noticed Gouzhu's reluctance, and understood half or eighty percent of it.

This made him feel dumbfounded.

He wants to give away the work he has worked hard for for five hundred years for nothing. He just wants to be ungrateful, and he also wants to show that he is going to make a big fuss.

Today's young people are really ignorant.

"Just be proud, what I want to give you is a treasure you can't imagine."

Pu Laojiu snorted and glanced at Gou Zhu with contempt.

"Baby, baby..."

When he heard the word "baby", Gouzhu's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes that looked at death immediately turned shrewd, as if he had already begun to calculate how much Pure Yang Pill the baby would be worth if sold.

Pu Laojiu sighed loudly in his heart: He was entrusted to an inhumane person, so he ignored this guy and lifted up the floor on his own.

Only then did Gouzhu discover that there was actually a pool of sap under the wooden floor of the basement.

It looked like the green river at the bottom of the canyon where he was reborn. Under this wooden house, the green pool was entirely filled with the sap of this fairy tree.

A white spiritual fire is burning quietly in the center. The floor of this basement is not so much a floor as it is a bridge over the blue pool.

This kind of sap is extremely stagnant. Even if Hook Pig stands on it, it will not sink into it. At most, the surface of it will be dented by stepping on it.

The old man stood up easily, then bent down, stretched out his hands, and picked up something that stunned Gouzhu.

A snow-white body.

The first thing that appeared was a chin as white as jade, and then a face with closed eyes and flawless white lips.

The green sap was extremely viscous but left no residue, like a gentle hand leaving the body.

The jet black and shiny green hair has never been combed, and it separates naturally from the forehead like black brocade.

Next, there is a pair of fragrant shoulders, and then the entire snow-white and beautiful body.

Du Laojiu fished it out of the sap pool and placed it directly on the wooden platform where he polished the heart.

As the "woman" came out, Gouzhu felt that the air in the whole room was getting hotter. The air was filled with something that made it almost impossible to breathe.

The white spiritual light in the room shines on this body, and the light emitted has a mind-blowing sense of perfection, especially for a vigorous male teenager like Gou Zhu.

It’s not like Gouzhu has never seen a beautiful woman before.

When it comes to beauty, Biluo Saint Lian Ling is a woman who is astonishing to the heavens. But Lian Ling is a real woman after all. Although she is beautiful, she cannot be flawless.

And this body is not naturally generated at all. Thanks to the work of Pu Laojiu, a "natural craftsman", the whole body is as jade-like and flawless.

Especially that face - it was simply the most perfect face Gou Zhu had ever seen.

Whether it's the slightly frowning eyebrows, the tightly closed red lips, or even the faint blush on her cheeks, they are all so beautiful that they don't look like a natural living person, but like a painted beauty.

"This...this is also a puppet?" Gou Zhu muttered in his heart. There is indeed a reason why this old man likes puppets.

No wonder I can still stay in the tree all day long for hundreds of years. It turns out I have this habit.

Fortunately, Pu Laojiu didn't know what Gou Zhu was thinking, otherwise he would have jumped up and punished Gou Zhu.

"Although the body is made of fairy tree resin, without the soaking of fairy tree sap and without the driving force of the heart, it cannot live long."

Pu Laojiu opened the ancient box on the wooden table and took out the bronze knives and scissors. The cold light flashing on those things made Gouzhu shudder.

"Bring the heart." Pu Laojiu had already started to cut. He took a look and found that Gouzhu was still in the same place. He thought it was because he was afraid of being inhaled again, and added, "No.

If you have to think wildly and try to use your spiritual consciousness to read the formation in the heart, the soul will no longer be sucked in."

Gouzhu was still shocked by this beautiful puppet, but Pu Laojiu had already disemboweled this stunning beauty without mercy.

Park Laojiu used a knife to cut open the "woman's" chest and lifted up all the ribs.

It bleeds just like humans, but not as violently. The red blood slowly overflows from the flesh-red tear. Between the two lung lobes, where the heart should have been, is now empty.

Gouzhu handed the old man the troublesome heart.

Park Laojiu's character of pursuing perfection would definitely not be able to bear such an inverted process. Unfortunately, he was able to make all the other parts of the puppet with ease and perfection, but the heart could not produce a soul.

That's why the heartless puppet was soaked in tree sap for countless years. After the heart problem was solved, the chest cavity was opened and implanted.

Of course, with such a cut and all kinds of stitches, it would no longer be perfect. But he also regarded it as something that Shi Congquan had to do urgently. As long as a soul can be produced, all imperfections will become insignificant Bai Biwei.

Flaw, this will be a unique puppet in the Three Realms and Six Paths.

The beating heart began to drive the entire body. Not only did the heart beat, but the entire chest also slowly rose and fell with the gradual breathing.

After the heart was implanted, Pu Laojiu took out the mulberry thread and quickly sewed it up. A blood-stained "centipede" about half a foot long appeared on the originally flawless body. It was no longer so perfect, but looked more beautiful.

A broken and perverted beauty.

"The last step is spiritual consciousness." Pu Laojiu said, "Once this puppet has spiritual consciousness, it will open its eyes, and the first person it sees when it opens its eyes is its owner. You stare at it,

Don't even blink."

Gouzhu didn’t believe his ears——

"Senior, are you saying, let it recognize me as its master?"

"That's right," Pu Laojiu sighed again.

To him, these works were his flesh and blood, everything he had. How could he be willing to give them away to others for free?

"You stole the heart and made it generate soul breath for the first time. This made me realize that if she didn't leave this fairy tree and live among more people with souls, it would be impossible for her to have the birth of wholeness.

This is the reason why I have been unable to succeed for so many years."

Gouzhu's gaze swept over the puppet's body, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Senior, what do you mean, this puppet will follow the younger one from now on? Whatever the younger one tells it to do, it will do what it does?"

"That's how it is as a puppet." Pu Laojiu nodded, "A puppet has no soul. She will only survive according to her settings. But if she can really produce a soul, then she will no longer be a puppet.
To be continued...