Wu Yingying dropped the mangled corpse and lunged forward, trying to reach the Fatty as fast as she could. The Starving Ghost gave it everything too, but they were ultimately too late. The moment the puppet's lower half sprang into action, they lost their chance.
Only then did they realize that the earlier attack on Jiang Cheng had been more of a feint. The strike against the Fatty was the real killing blow!
But all they could do now was watch helplessly as the half-puppet drew closer to the Fatty. Then, a strange black mist drilled out of it and quickly gathered into a complete puppet.
The puppet extended its pitch-black claws and reached for the Fatty's chest. It looked as though it meant to tear his heart out in one strike, leaving him not the slightest chance to survive.
Jiang Cheng's eyes were full of despair. The next second, warm blood splattered across his face. The Fatty had been hit and fallen to the ground, while Wu Yingying had already seized the attacking puppet and torn it to pieces in an instant.
But as the Fatty writhed on the ground in pain, Jiang Cheng's heart finally settled. The Fatty clutched his arm, which was bleeding profusely, and struggled with all his might. It looked like he wouldn't be dying anytime soon.
The puppet's deadly strike had actually missed.
The next second, Tang Qisheng came to his senses and stared at the Fatty in horror. "Did you all see that? Just now... just now, a hand appeared beside him. That hand... that hand pushed him, and that's what saved—"
Of course they had all seen it. Yao Shunyu had not only seen the hand; he also knew its owner looked exactly like Jiang Cheng, as if a spirit were living