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Chapter 1247 Let me show you the real art of puppetry
If anyone else in this area saw Mei Zhang's expression at that moment, they would probably be so frightened that they would collapse.

But this level of anger meant nothing to Yunran.

"The water temperature is very important when brewing tea. If you dawdle any longer and miss the perfect temperature, I won't be so lenient with you!"

Although they were talking about making tea, to Mei Zhang it sounded like the King of Hell calling his men.

The coachman stood by like a pillar, quietly watching all this, unable to suppress the sense of smugness in his heart.

Serves him right. Let's see if he dares to act recklessly outside again. Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner!
Mei Zhang exuded a somber aura. He didn't immediately turn hostile, but was merely weighing the consequences of doing so.

The freshly boiled water was about to be brought over, and it was about to miss the optimal temperature for brewing tea.

Mei Zhang moved, and the low-pressure atmosphere that had been spreading around him was swept away.

“You’re right, young friend. It’s only right to reciprocate. I should indeed brew another pot of tea.”

Mei Zhang returned to the table and began to brew tea methodically.

If you ignore the blood flowing down his forehead, the whole tea-making process is still quite interesting.

Soon, the tea was brewed, and Mei Zhang reached into the wooden box beside him and took out a new teacup.

The tea, emitting a faint aroma, was slowly poured into the teacup.

"Young friend, please try it."

Yunran didn't stand on ceremony; she picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then put it down.

Mei Zhang looked at Yun Ran with some nervousness in his eyes. Anyone would have thought he was waiting for a judgment.

"You've ruined such a fine cup of tea. It seems you still haven't remembered what I said before."

No one noticed when Yunran took out her weapon.

By the time Mei Zhang saw it, it was too late.

The hand that had been pouring tea for Yunran had three fingers severed by a cold-looking dagger.

And this was under the circumstances that Mei Zhang tried his best to save himself. If he had relaxed even the slightest bit, he would have lost his entire arm.

The saying "the ten fingers are connected to the heart" is not just a casual remark. With three fingers cut off in one fell swoop, Mei Zhang's face turned deathly pale.

I don't know if it was because of the sudden loss of a lot of blood or because of the excruciating pain.

"you……"

Mei Zhang used his intact hand to tightly cover the hand with three fingers that had been cut off, and blood desperately flowed out from between his fingers.

This made his voice suddenly become hoarse and weak.

Yun Ran scoffed and interrupted him: "To use puppetry on me right under my nose, you think too highly of yourself."

I already told you you were in for some bloodshed, but you wouldn't cherish the opportunity. Since that's the case, I'll just have to chop off that disobedient hand for you.

If Yun Ran hadn't been proficient in many ancient evil and forbidden arts, she would have truly been in trouble.

She didn't immediately aim for his neck; she only cut off three of his fingers, which was already considered merciful.

Mei Zhang, filled with anger and pain, froze on the spot upon hearing the words "puppetry."

Even the excruciating pain of losing his finger seemed insignificant now. A horrifying fear swept over him, making him feel as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward.

Yun Ran watched as Mei Zhang's lips moved, but in the end, he didn't say anything. The expression on his face and in his eyes was one of utter disbelief.

Now, Mei Zhang no longer dares to think about what kind of person he has offended.

This puppetry technique was a top-secret method he discovered in a very dangerous area; only he and the head of the Mei family knew about it.

Since learning puppetry, he has never failed, has controlled many people, and has gained benefits that many people cannot imagine.

But today, he failed so decisively, without any warning.

After a long silence, a look of dejection appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself, "How could this be? How could I fail..."

The coachman looked at Mei Zhang with some sympathy.

He had personally witnessed a divine messenger lose his temper, and hundreds of lives were lost just like that.

At that time, he thought that the most extreme fear was the naked fear of death.

But now, the groom suddenly realized that he was still too ignorant; there were things in this world more terrifying than death.

That is, the things I've always firmly believed in have crumbled, and I watched as years of hard work turned to ruins...

The groom saw in Mei Zhang's eyes a despair akin to the collapse of hope.

"Judging from your appearance, your Dao heart has been shattered, and you won't amount to much in the future. Well then, I'll show you what true puppetry is!"

Yunran's tolerance has always been well-known.

As long as the other party is willing to change, even if it's an old monster like He Tu who is both righteous and evil, she's willing to give him a chance.

Despite her repeated warnings that Mei Zhang was in danger of bloodshed, he remained incorrigible.

Then she wouldn't hold back anymore. Qingfeng Temple's reputation wasn't built on some grand love for the world, but on blatant, hard-core methods!
Yun Ran cut her finger, swung it forcefully, and as the blood droplet splattered into the air, she quickly formed a hand seal.

The blood droplets that should have fallen were suspended in mid-air, as if they were alive.

As Yunran uttered the incantation, the blood beads began to emit a faint red glow.

Mei Zhang knew he should escape now and fled back at all costs.

But he just couldn't move his feet, just like before, when he had casually released his intimidating power and frozen the coachman in place.

His eyes, too, seemed to have seen something that captivated his soul, and he didn't even blink.

The next second, the few drops of blood that had been splashing in mid-air gradually merged together and turned into the size of peanuts.

A fleeting look of disbelief crossed Mei Zhang's eyes, and then the world seemed to spin.

A voice he couldn't resist rang in his ears: "From this day forward, I am your master. If I tell you to go east, you cannot go west!"

Controlling someone whose cultivation level is already quite high doesn't require any complicated methods; it only takes this simple sentence.

As the only bystander, the groom even wondered if he was hallucinating.

As a result, Mei Zhang, who had previously appeared unapproachable, was now staring blankly with empty eyes, and had bowed deeply at the waist.

He bowed respectfully to Yunran and said, "Mei Zhang greets his master."