Only hallucinatory laughter was rising, growing ever clearer.

Until, amidst the tumbling and struggling, he finally saw the smiling face atop the wheelchair and the cold, indifferent black pupils gazing down, as if he understood everything in an instant.

Cun Ling's eyes widened in terror, crawling forward on hands and knees, clutching at Ji Jue's pant leg, opening his mouth to plead, but no sound came out.

He could only pray as he kowtowed, his forehead striking the floor again and again, blood streaming.

A muffled wail of despair.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue's face was expressionless.

Indifferent.

Not until he had completely given up hope, no longer possessing the strength to struggle, did he finally hear it, a crisp sound.

Ji Jue's fingers tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair.

In an instant, the Puppet's hands that had been choking his neck finally loosened a bit, cold air rushing into his lungs, bringing with it life and all the wonderful things in the world.

Cun Ling coughed violently, spitting out thick blood, with tears and snot streaking down his face.

Already incapable of moving.

"You see, after sharing similar experiences, we can understand each other's difficulties."

In his dazed state, he only saw the wheelchair passing before his eyes, as a voice came from above: "We really should get along well, ol' buddy Cun Ling."

And just like that, without stopping, it rolled slowly over him.

At the end, he high-fived the Puppet behind him:

"Bye, Bro~"

The Puppet sneered fiercely, waving energetically, watching him depart.

Only when he disappeared at the end of the corridor did it turn its head back, looking at its gasping host, venom revealed in those gemstone-carved eyes.

The game continues!

.

The door was opened before Ji Jue.

Behind it, in the workshop, countless parts suspended in midair, rising and falling like birds, thousands upon thousands, constantly converging and separating, revolving around that aged figure.

"What's the racket?" Jian Yuan asked without turning around.

"Perhaps it's the tradition of the old leading the new?"

Ji Jue smiled, as though he truly believed he was unaware of anything, sincerely praising: "The workplace culture of us You Sui Craftsmen is so wonderful.

Harmonious and friendly, advancing together... don't you think something's off?"

"Embers are brutal, indifferent to the common. The cruelty of Zhi Fu is even worse. You are competitors by nature, why waste time on meaningless pretenses?

Revealing the essence of things in the clearest way is the true essence of the craftsman's path. If you like dreaming, you should seek the Mirror and Heart Core."

Jian Yuan flicked his finger, causing the numerous parts gathered into a gigantic object in front of him to scatter once again, and after a long while, he turned around indifferently to ask:

"What brings you here?"

"Voilà, a job well done."

Ji Jue opened the toolbox on the armrest, picked up the freshly made Mutated work, and threw it directly at Jian Yuan.

The sound of cutting through the air exploded.

Suddenly, a line of silver light stopped in front of Jian Yuan, revealing its contours and form.

A slender hilt, slightly wider but short at the front, about the length of an ordinary one-handed sword.

The hilt was straight, but the tip was slightly bent, forked like a claw.

The surface shimmered with a blood-red hue, and just by looking, one could feel the malice overwhelming, chilling the heart!

But the more Jian Yuan looked, the deeper his frown became.

"What is this thing?"

"A gift."

Ji Jue said considerately, "I've seen you grimacing lately, probably because it's embarrassing to scratch your foot in front of others, so I made you a special scratcher!"

Jian Yuan's expression grew darker.

"What's its purpose?"

"What else could a scratcher be used for? Of course, it's for scratching."

Ji Jue explained enthusiastically, "But don't be fooled by its ordinary appearance, there is one thing about it that's truly powerful—"

He paused for a moment, building up suspense, whetting the appetite:

"—the more it scratches, the itchier it gets!"

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