The Puppet's face was like that of a normal person, with a nose, eyes, and a mouth.
Of course, every Acupoint on its face had been marked out one by one. Qian Ying could not understand the words used for the labels, but he could match them up through guesswork.
That meant he could understand the writing beside the Acupoints. Unfortunately, he could only compare and verify the characters against each other; he was no expert in writing. Though he could make educated guesses about these characters, he still could not read the books obtained from the room.
The Puppet seemed to wear a faint smile, but in Qian Ying's eyes, that smile was as hateful as a sneer.
The longer Qian Ying looked, the more irritated he became. His madness in the room earlier, under the pretext of searching for enemies, had actually been a way to vent the anger he had been suppressing. After all, as a Xiantian Third Order Martial Artist, having his emotions unsettled by an enemy hiding in the shadows meant he needed an outlet before he could steady his mind again.
A Martial Artist could not be controlled by his emotions, especially under such circumstances. If his emotions took over, his judgment, actions, and even his strength would decline. If the enemy were comparable in strength and saw that he was emotionally unstable, a sneak attack could become a fatal crisis. That was why he had no choice but to vent those emotions.
But Qian Ying had not expected that the Puppet's expression would stir up the emotions he had finally calmed. The longer he stared at its face, the worse his mood became. He wanted to vent, to directly attack the Puppet.
Damn it, what is going on?
Ever since Qian Ying had