A puppet?
Old Qiao stared in astonishment at the dark mass on the floor, initially thinking he was mistaken— it was a puppet that appeared to be only a few dozen centimeters tall, resembling the "dolls" that children hold, yet incredibly exquisite, with a lifelike face that seemed like a miniaturized "living human".
The puppet was dressed in a luxurious black dress, looking very pretty but covered in dirt, as if it had just crawled out of a dusty place. She lay motionless on the floor not far away, without any signs of life like breathing or heartbeat.
But she had body temperature— the sensors detected a temperature similar to that of a human.
Old Qiao's eyes flashed red, and he immediately raised his arm without hesitation. The triple-barreled hand cannon hidden in his forearm popped out instantly, firing three scorching energy blasts directly at the puppet.
