"Now, I am Green Pheobe."
In the elegantly furnished living room, the pointed-eared man in green robes spoke to himself.
Across from him, the boy sat in the Grand Master's Chair and nodded.
"Now, you are Green Pheobe."
Both wore expressionless faces as they spoke.
At that moment, Chu Mu controlled the threads from above, trying to play two roles by himself.
He was still unpracticed, with plenty of details left to refine.
Chu Mu discovered that the more threads he lowered, the more convincing his performance became.
Each thread controlled a change in one part of the body. With just a few simple threads, he could only move the joints.
But attaching a few to the face allowed him to mimic changing expressions.
These subtle expressions were remarkably lifelike.
Although the puppet's breathing and heartbeat had stopped, Chu Mu could use the threads to make those organs function.
The heart began beating strongly, and the puppet started taking deep, gulping breaths.
His face had been somewhat bluish-purple, but now a rosy color actually began to return.
In theory, if Chu Mu could attach threads to every organ and make them work together, this body could remain entirely free of decay!
But Chu Mu clearly lacked the theoretical knowledge for that. Right now, for instance, the heart was beating too quickly, and the puppet's eyes had become bloodshot and scarlet.
Chu Mu could only slow the heartbeat for the time being.
After Green Pheobe had taken poison, all his bodily functions had begun declining rapidly.
Chu Mu had no way to keep the body alive, but he could not simply watch this puppet start to stink, either.
Suddenly, he remembered the puppets in the Funeral Association's Chemical Pool in the Simulated Universe.
Perhaps he could use drugs to slow the