บท 724: Huanhuan

In the deepest part of the abyss stood a gloomy and cold palace.

The walls of the palace were covered in black vines, and dark red leaves stretched out like ghost claws. A black crow landed at the palace door.

The moment the crow landed, it turned into a young woman in a black dress.

She raised her hand, her fingernails painted red. She tidied her long black hair. Then, she sashayed into the palace.

The hall was dim. Dozens of puppets stood quietly in the corners on both sides. Their eyes were closed as if they were asleep. However, the woman knew that if she made the slightest move that went against the rules, these puppets would immediately swarm her and tear her into pieces.

These puppets were all the work of their master.

Among them, one puppet was especially different.