You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

We need to find a way to cut that red thread, but how do we cut it?

That red thread is invisible and intangible.

The experienced driver had already reached the edge of the oil pan and was about to step in with one leg.

The scalding hot corpse oil had already splashed onto his trouser leg, making a soft "sizzle" sound and emitting a puff of black smoke.

"Experienced driver!!!"

Brother Long's eyes widened in fury as he roared.

Although the two have been teasing each other a lot lately, how could he remain indifferent when his brother was about to be "deep-fried" on the spot!

At that moment, the ghost bride made a move.

"My husband."

Brother Long turned around abruptly and saw that the Ghost Bride's beautiful face was now icy cold.

Her gaze pierced through the layers of darkness, locking onto the unknown entity controlling everything atop the workshop's dome.

"To harm my husband's friend is to be my enemy."

"He should be executed!"

The ghost bride pointed her fingers like a knife and gently slashed at the empty darkness above the old driver's head.

There was only a slight "snap," like a string snapping.

The eerie red thread connecting the veteran driver snapped instantly.

"ah--!!!"

A scream suddenly erupted from the deepest darkness of the workshop's dome.

The voice was filled with pain, shock, and endless resentment.

It was as if something had suffered a severe blow at the level of the soul.

The entire massive workshop trembled violently at the scream.

On the dome, the eerie green crystals that served as lighting flickered wildly, as if they might go out at any moment.

The experienced driver, whose red line has been severed, is like a puppet whose strings have been cut.

The strange power that had been supporting him vanished without a trace in an instant.

The eerie smile on his face froze, the emptiness in his eyes faded, and a trace of life returned.

Then his body went limp and he fell straight backward.

Brother Long rushed forward and caught him steadily.

"Old driver! Are you alright?!"

The experienced driver's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but then he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

Immediately afterwards, two lines of bloody tears slowly slid down from the corners of his tightly closed eyes.

"My eyes... my eyes..."

He groaned in pain.

Those eyes, which had benefited from the misfortune and were able to glimpse part of the truth, were completely ruined by the backlash of the severed red thread.

For at least a short period of time, he became "blind".

But he survived.

However, severing the red thread to save the veteran driver undoubtedly enraged the terrifying "puppet master" hiding behind the scenes.

"How dare you... hurt me..."

A sinister, malevolent voice, indistinguishable from male to female, came from all directions.

"You...all must die!"

"Become my... most perfect... collectible!"

The words fell.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Inside the workshop, the hundreds of faceless craftsmen who were engrossed in their work simultaneously threw away their tools.

They all stood up in unison.

Then, they all turned their blank faces toward where Brother Long and his group were.

Having no eyes is better than having a thousand venomous eyes.

A massive, suffocating wave of malice instantly locked onto these uninvited guests.

The alarm was sounded.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

The piercing buzzing sound echoed throughout the workshop.

All the eerie green crystals on the dome turned into a dazzling blood red.

Under the crimson light, the bodies of the faceless craftsmen began to undergo strange changes.

Their bodies, made of pulp and wood, have blood-red streaks appearing on their surfaces.

The previously stiff joints became unusually flexible.

Their ten fingers also became like sharp claws, gleaming with a metallic sheen.

"roar!"

The nearest faceless craftsman let out a roar and charged towards the group.

Its speed is more than ten times faster than before!

The ghost bride snorted coldly, and with a flick of her sleeve, struck the faceless craftsman.

"Bang!"

The faceless craftsman's body exploded on the spot, turning into a shower of paper scraps.

But this is just the beginning.

One fell down.

Ten, a hundred, they all moved.

They surged towards the crowd from all directions, like a tidal wave.

The entire workshop has been transformed into a giant, soon-to-be-closed meat grinder.

"Walk!"

The ghost bride let out a fierce shout and thrust out both hands. Two blood-red ribbons, like two raging dragons, instantly tore apart the dozen or so faceless craftsmen in front of her, creating a gap in the encirclement.

"there!"

With sharp eyes, Liu Yedao pointed to an inconspicuous, rusty iron gate on the side of the workshop.

On the door, a hastily drawn symbol, resembling a modern "garbage recycling" sign, was painted in red paint.

No one hesitated.

Brother Long carried the semi-conscious old driver on his back, with Professor Chen following closely behind. Under the cover of the ghost bride, they frantically rushed towards the iron gate.

"boom!"

Just as everyone rushed through the iron gate, Liu Yedao locked the gate with his other hand.

A loud bang came from outside the door.

The heavy iron door was dented inward by a huge force.

Outside the door, countless faceless craftsmen were frantically ramming and scratching, determined to tear these intruders who had broken the "rules" to shreds.

"withstand!"

Professor Chen used his aged body to brace himself against the iron gate.

Brother Long also put down the old driver and, with all his might, leaned his back against the cold iron door together with Professor Chen.

The banging outside the door grew louder and louder.

The dents on the iron gate were becoming more and more numerous and deeper.

This door won't last long.

"Where...is this place?"

While holding the door shut, Brother Long panted as he looked around the new room.

It was much smaller than the workshops outside; it was like a huge warehouse, and there were no lights.

The only source of light remains the ghost bride.

Her red CD player dispelled the darkness and illuminated the true nature of the place.

When they saw everything around them, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The warehouse was filled with all sorts of strange and unusual things.

Those were some "dolls".

Or rather, it is a "defective product" that failed to be manufactured.

In one corner, there was a pile of "parts".

Some have torsos with three arms.

Some have lower bodies with legs of different lengths.

Some are human bodies with dog or pig heads sewn on.

On the other side of the warehouse were some "failed products" that could barely be identified as humanoid.

A puppet dressed as a female opera character is nailed to the wall, its mouth sewn into an exaggerated O shape with thick hemp thread, as if it is making an eternal, silent scream.

A puppet dressed as a martial arts performer had its body cut open, revealing no internal organs, but instead stuffed with straw and rags, resembling a tattered scarecrow.

There's another one...

Lancet's gaze was drawn to a "failed product" lying in the center of the warehouse.

It was a relatively complete "doll".

It is considered a failure because its body is pieced together from several different "materials".

Its head belongs to a young woman with delicate features, but her eyes are closed and her face has unfinished makeup.

Its torso, however, belonged to a burly male with thick chest hair.

Its left arm was slender and fair, while its right arm was thick, dark, and covered with muscles.

This is a deformed monster, crudely sewn together from different parts of a corpse.

"Corpse-stitching technique..." Professor Chen looked at the monster, his voice hoarse.

"These lunatics at the Earth Immortal Temple are not satisfied with using a single material."

"They want to use the best parts of different people to piece together the most perfect container."