Yang Yu had insomnia, and it was still a resentment to the director. He had been lying on the corpse for two days, but he was indeed not sleepy!

Listening to the breathing sound of Dicuba on the sofa behind him, Yang Yu felt endless resentment in his heart. Why can't you, a mechanical eagle, have such a good sleep? Why can't you fall asleep?

When Yang Yu thought of sleeping, she couldn't help but think of the bed, and the bed was associated with the bed...

Looking back, Yang Yu's eyes became even more gloomy. He could not even compare with his own pets. How would others view him in the future? Eagle planting and eternal single dogs...

"Resentment..."

Yang Yu sighed and felt even more gloomy.

At this moment, a "dongdong" knock came from the closed window.

"Who?" Yang Yu raised his head and found that there was nothing outside.

"Come again? What kind of life form is this? It's a problem!" Yang Yu muttered, but his hands were not slow. He raised his hand and took out the swimming goggles that could enter the secondary space from the drawer and put them on.

When I moved my glasses and entered the space, I found no other living beings. Only a few black monsters were rushing on the road, and I was not even able to enter the guard room.

There was no space for the second time. Yang Yu took off his glasses and threw them back into the drawer. Then he shook his head and could only turn on the super receiver to see.

Yang Yu didn't want to turn it on. Since he entered the big coffin, his brain has been in an extremely active state. It was fine in normal state, but once the super receiver is turned on, his head will hurt as if it was torn apart.

I heard from the director that this is a normal reaction after the soul is completely refined.

In addition, all my genetic memories are stimulated, although they are stored in the subconscious mind, because the amount of information is too large and my brain cannot process it for a while, so this situation occurs.

The treatment plan given by the director is to bear it and wait until this period of time passes.

"Hiss--" Yang Yu turned on the super receiver and endured the sudden tearing pain from his head.

He raised his head and looked out the window again. A puppet man in a black suit, neatly combed with a big back and shaking his wooden jaws were smirking at him.

"···I said," Yang Yu raised her eyebrows, "It's big night, you're a scary guest who smiles like this."

“Gagaha…”

The sound from the mouth of the black suit puppet was worn far away at night, making this already cold night a little colder.

"Can't speak?" Yang Yu suppressed the discomfort in his head and turned his head to look at the other person.

The man in the black suit nodded, took out a small blackboard from his pocket, and began to write and draw.

Yang Yu looked at the words he wrote and finally realized that this guy's external sounder was broken and he had no money to buy a new one. He just happened to have some impulsiveness in his stomach.

So I came to the recycling center to see if I could exchange some money to repair the external generator.

The atmosphere full of ghost kids' return to their souls was destroyed like this.

Another guy who is forced by life and has no way out.

It seems that many people are not doing well in the Source Universe, but fortunately this guy is not a waste of death or a god of darkness. He can probably spend a little money...

"I understand. Wait for me, let's fill in my personal information first..."

Yang Yu opened the door and came outside. The tablet in his hand had been turned on, "Name, wooden man... real name?"

Yang Yu raised her head and looked at the puppet man opposite him quietly nodded, and thrust unconsciously, "Good name..."

The wooden man smiled and wrote on the small blackboard, "Mom is well getting up."

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"Race...Puppet clan."

“Gender…it’s whatever?!”

"What the hell is it!" Yang Yu was shocked by this irresponsible answer.

Are you wrong? Can this gender be described as "whatever"?

Looking at Yang Yu's unkind eyes, the wooden man quickly explained that their race was just like an angel, a race created.

Unlike the gods who created angels, they were created a creature called craftsman.

Craftsmen have no extraordinary ability, they cannot move mountains and fill seas, pick leaves and fly flowers, and cannot live forever.

They only have one ability, or craft, and all imitation objects that have been polished by them can produce spiritual intelligence and become living creatures - demon puppets.

The wizards can change their gender because craftsmen can change their gender parts at any time. Therefore, the wizards don’t care about gender.

The only shame is that the puppet can only exist within the perception range that is invisible to the craftsman.

All craftsmen do not know that they can create creatures, because even if the puppets they created stand before them, they cannot see or touch them.

All they could see was the original body of the puppet.

The body they polished with their own hands, but unfortunately, once the magic puppet develops intelligence, it will break away from its original body and form a new body similar to a shadow, and reappear in the world.

Therefore, the witch knows the existence of the craftsman, but the craftsman never knows the craftsman.

All the puppets can only be with the craftsmen silently, watching them live, old age, sickness and death, and quietly accompanying them.

Even if the craftsman does not know their existence, because in the psychology of all the craftsmen, the craftsman is their parents. The only thing the craftsman can do for them is to "company".

Nothing else can be done...

After reading the Mutou Man's explanation, Yang Yu didn't complain anymore. This is respect for a kind and filial life.

The casual name of the "wooden man" and their changing gender are perhaps more valuable in the heart of the puppet. This is the gift given to them by their creators...

"Guest, I apologize to you for my previous frivolity. I have completed your information. Next, please follow me to the metabolic room No. 3365. Since the metabolic room area is being overhauled recently, please follow me to avoid accidents."

After saying that, Yang Yu took the initiative to walk ahead, and he was looking forward to what happened next.

As the craftsman's creation, this devil's tribe is actually a kind of life form similar to fantasy.

He is very much looking forward to what kind of things this kind of life will metabolize.
Chapter completed!