The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 635 - Puppet_1

Chapter 635: Chapter 635: Puppet_1

Chapter 635 -635: Puppet_1

After a night had passed, some more of the cold and deathly aura had dissipated from the cave.

Greg Jensen walked through the mist to the stone door, hesitated for a moment, peered through the crack, and saw that the two statues were still standing there.

Clad in armor, holding long halberds, they looked daunting and majestic.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but Greg felt that the two statues seemed to have moved closer to the stone door than before.

He furrowed his brows and reached out to push the stone door.

Creak!

The chilly stone door trembled under Greg’s push, shaking off years of accumulated dust that fluttered down.

He shook his body to fling off the dust, and then, with force from his Dantian, True Yuan surged, and the stone door slowly opened to one side amidst a teeth-gritting friction sound.

A breeze passed by, bringing with it the stench of decay.

Greg turned sideways and waved his hand, casting a wave of Mana; the air that had been stagnant for many years rushed towards the cave entrance.

After waiting for a moment, the air in the cave finally became fresh.

Looking forward, what caught Greg’s eye were the two statues, and behind them lay a corridor, deep and dark, its length unknown.

The corridor was paved with stones on all sides, with uneven walls that still bore the marks of cutting, presenting a kind of rough beauty.

Greg came to a stop about five meters in front of the statues and then took a deep breath to adjust his condition.

He then took two cautious steps forward while closely observing any movement from the statues.

He remembered clearly that last time, all he did was throw a fireball, and those two statues seemed to come to life, not only blocking the fireball but also emitting a low shout that nearly injured his soul.

As expected, just as he took one step forward, he saw both statues simultaneously turn around, their lifeless eyes lighting up with a strange red glow.

Greg’s body froze like he was under a spell, and he didn’t dare to even breathe heavily.

He knew these two things were definitely crafted puppets, but to be so flexible and lifelike was surely the work of immortals.

Having already experienced the might of these two puppets, Greg had no choice but to steel himself for the confrontation.

Without defeating the puppets, it seemed he would not be able to enter the corridor.

With this in mind, Greg clenched his teeth and took out the Twilight Snow Knife from his storage bag, holding it in hand, ready for a counterattack.

After preparing himself, he took another step forward!

Hum!

An almost inaudible hum suddenly erupted.

The bodies of the two puppets jolted as if brought to life, raising their Long Halberds and roaring at Greg:

“Back off!”

Greg’s complexion changed, and then, clenching his teeth, he continued to charge forward.

“Trespassing in the Holy Blood Cave Mansion means death!”

The bell-like roar immediately caused Greg’s blood to surge violently.

He hesitated for a moment, only to see the puppets’ Long Halberds suddenly light up, slashing through the darkness, coming down right towards his head.

A chill came over Greg, and even before the blade arrived, the biting cold air was enough to instill fear.

Without time for detailed thought, clanging loudly, he drew out the Twilight Snow Knife and spun his body to step forward, raising the blade to meet the thrust of the two Long Halberds.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the semi-enclosed space, magnified to the point where Greg’s scalp tingled.

He felt a massive force transmitted through his hand, and the Twilight Snow Knife was nearly shaken out of his grip.

He quickly retreated, taking three large steps back to dissipate the force.

Yet the two puppets, as if they hadn’t moved at all, returned to their original positions.

Hiss!

Are these things so hard to deal with?

Feeling a sinking sensation in his heart, Greg sized up the puppets in front of him and began to recall some content from the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture.”

In the miscellaneous records of the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture,” there were some notes on puppets.

Typically, a puppet only needs to have an Array engraved on its body to perform some simple tasks.

However, the two puppets before him were obviously much more flexible, and merely engraving an Array clearly wasn’t enough.

Therefore, it was necessary to infuse a living soul into the puppets, allowing them to possess a certain degree of self-awareness.

What is a living soul most afraid of?

That would naturally be the Thunder Law!

Moreover, puppets also require an energy supply. The place was filled with the energy of shadow and evil, and the puppets naturally fed on this energy.

What is this energy most afraid of?

The answer, is also the Thunder Law!

With this thought in mind, Greg Jensen’s eyes inexplicably lit up.

“Since the puppets won’t pursue me, why not give it a try? Trying it out isn’t going to get me pregnant.”

Action followed thought!

Without hesitation, Greg clenched his hand into a spell, and a Falling thunder technique smashed down.

Crack!

A bright light flashed, and within the semi-closed cave, a streak of azure-purple lightning appeared out of nowhere. Then, as if guided, it fiercely struck the two puppets.

Feeling the energy fluctuations, the two puppets instinctively raised their Long Halberds to strike at the lightning.

However, no sooner had they lifted their Long Halberds than the lightning arrived.

With a bang, it struck one of the puppets directly.

Crack!

That puppet froze mid-motion, the Long Halberd stopping mid-air.

Countless sparks jumped across its body surface, and from its wide-open mouth came a series of wailing and howling noises.

Then, to Greg’s astonishment, the puppet’s body suddenly crumbled, breaking into dozens of pieces.

Greg looked at the pile of scrap copper and rusted iron on the ground and found himself momentarily dumbfounded.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and did the same to the other puppet, smashing it with another Falling thunder technique.

Crack!

That puppet followed the fate of its counterpart.

The two imposing puppets had, in the blink of an eye, been reduced to two heaps of scrap copper and rusted iron.

Greg’s heart was filled with shock. He knew the Thunder Law would certainly be effective, but he didn’t expect it to be this good.

He didn’t rashly go forward but waited in place for a while longer. Seeing that the two puppets showed no signs of movement, he then went forward to inspect them.

“Are these things really made of copper?”

Greg picked up a fragment and scrutinized it carefully in his hand.

Only then did he suddenly realize that these two puppets were indeed made of copper.

Can copper have such good flexibility?

Unable to decipher this, Greg stopped pondering and, seeing that the puppets were thoroughly dealt with, extended his Divine Sense and moved forward.

The master of this place seemed to have had great confidence in the two puppets, or perhaps there used to be a Formation here that had fallen into disuse over time.

In any case, after defeating the two puppets, Greg encountered no further obstacles and passed through the corridor smoothly.

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After walking a few more steps and turning a corner, the space suddenly opened up.

A square and upright cave appeared in front of Greg, and as soon as he walked in, candles all around the cave lit up.

In an instant, the entire cave was illuminated as if it were broad daylight.

It was only then that Greg discovered, to his astonishment, that the cave was surprisingly large.

Almost a hundred meters long and wide, the dome was tens of meters high, giving anyone who entered a sense of being inconsequential.

Greg looked around and his gaze narrowed.