I just felt that all my strength was being sucked away by him, and soon I was all weak and collapsed in his arms. Just when I was gasping and fainting, he finally let me go and his face quickly turned into a Gao Yu's figure.

"Let's go and get something ready for a while." he said. Then he held my hand naturally and dragged me out.

I pumped out several times and could not pull out my hand, so I let him hold it. He took me out of the hospital directly, went to the nearest supermarket, bought a pile of cream cheese and other dairy products, and bought two bags of sugar.

I couldn't help wondering if these things could drive the puppet alive. The puppet is not the most cannibalistic soul. Can he be interested in these sweet and greasy dairy products?

He rarely criticized me for being silly, explaining that these were not meant to drive puppets alive, but to recruit puppet mice, which were the dead enemies of living puppets and specialized in preying on them, while puppet mice, like other rats, loved creamy cheese and sweet things.

After introducing puppet mice, he gave me a detailed description of the methods of trapping puppet mice. He also said that puppet mice usually appear in large cemeteries because they prey on living puppets.

I heard an ominous foreboding in my heart and asked Qiao Li if he would take me to the cemetery. After two visits to the grave in Gao Yu's hometown, I hated the place of the graveyard, and even had psychological shadow.

Qiao Li raised a smile from the corner of his mouth, nodded his head and said yes, he not only took me to the graveyard, but also threw himself in the graveyard, because the puppet rat was very sensitive to yin, and he dared not come out, so he had just described the method of trapping the puppet rat in such detail.

I wanted to cry in an instant, but I had to pay the price to save my cousin. I had to stand up with Qiao Li and walk to the graveyard in fear.

When we arrived at the cemetery, it was already more than 10 p.m., the whole cemetery was silent, and there was no lamp at all. Only the crowded graves, which were crowded together in disorder, looked gloomy and terrible in the dim moonlight.

I swallowed my mouth and looked at Qiao Li.

Strangely, he was a ghost, a hundred times more terrible than the grave and the cemetery, but he gave me an inexplicable sense of security. As if he were there, I would not be in danger.

"Go ahead, just bury your head in the graveyard in a moment. No matter what happens, don't look back. I'll wait for you on the other side. Don't delay when you catch the puppet rat. Just run out of the graveyard." Qiao Li looked at me, grabbing my hand and telling me.

I nodded, took what I had bought in the afternoon, gritted my teeth under Qiao Li's gaze and went into the cemetery. According to Qiao Li's method, cheese and sugar were placed behind each cemetery. Then I held my breath and listened to the sound of the cemetery.

After a while, I heard a movement behind a grave. A snow-white mouse was stealthily climbing up to the cheese and squeaking excitedly.

Not only was he excited, but I was even more excited than he was. I even forgot the fear in the graveyard and slowly approached the little white mouse.

Qiao Li said that the puppet rat was very vigilant. He must not start when he first saw him. Otherwise, he would not be able to grasp it by my own hands. He would have to wait until he had eaten a whole piece of cheese, so that he could not run and could only be slaughtered by me.

I cautiously gathered around the mouse and stared nervously at its every move, waiting only for it to start after it was full, but I waited for half a day, watching the last bites of cheese to be eaten, and suddenly there was a cold wind blowing through my neck, as if someone was blowing cool air on my neck.