Xu Huo and the others weren't having an easy time. No matter which direction they went, people around them would try to stop them every so often. Most weren't trying to kill them, and they tried all sorts of ways to communicate with the puppets, but the people were like characters locked into fixed roles, capable of saying only scripted lines. Even when threatened with death, they couldn't say or write anything more.
After several attempts, Xu Huo tried teleporting the shopkeeper, who had been moving around near the store, to a distant location. But as the puppet crossed the street, it was stopped. The Mental Portal's spatial passage had been blocked, leaving the puppet stranded by the roadside.
"Puppets have their own areas of activity. Could the same be true of us?" Dai He said. "Could those puppets be stopping us because we've left the areas assigned to them?"
They already knew that puppets could take one another's places. They didn't know exactly how it worked, but when someone new came in, they might take the place of an existing puppet.
"Maybe those puppets can only break free if they find someone to take their place?" Qi Cong suddenly suggested.
Everyone present looked at him blankly. Did he hear himself? Break free? What did he think this was, a Dungeon? Or that Suitcase Man was some kindhearted saint?
Besides, everyone had seen what happened to the puppets that were killed earlier. They died along with their props. There was no chance of breaking free!
Qi Cong didn't care. "If that's how it works, maybe Little Fish can break free too."
That was one of Xu Huo's worries. If Yan Jiayu had been trapped inside a puppet costume, things would get complicated.
"We can still move around the circus, but