At night, the wind and sand were strong. Every household in the Sand Village sealed their windows tightly to prevent any wind and sand from getting in.
In this horrible weather, the streets outside were already empty, and even the patrolmen on duty were mostly huddled in their own posts.
However, in an inconspicuous alley, a figure wrapped in a cloak stood there like a sculpture, motionless.
At some point, the sculpture-like figure suddenly moved, and slowly poked its head out, revealing its short red hair under the brim of its hat.
At this moment, a voice slowly sounded in a corner not far from Scorpion, "Your puppetry is becoming more and more evil. I have been watching from the dark for a while, and I feel that you are like a stone. Sooner or later, you will turn yourself into a puppet!"
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