I stopped at the corner and heard very clear footsteps.

After thinking about it, I decided to hide first.

Most people should not be able to adapt to the state of the soul, perhaps the people who come have not yet found that only the soul has entered this strange space, and there is no way to take advantage of this state.

I went through the walls and hid in the house at the intersection.

The footsteps came closer.The man stood at the intersection and shouted a few times, not going forward.

“What’s going on... hey!Bastard exorcists!It's you who fucks!What!Don’t help them to be locked up?Hey, hey!The young man sighed.

When I heard his complaint, I was more sure of his identity.

He was the young man sitting at the round table that day!

I looked at him carefully and saw that he was still dressed that day, crouching on the ground, with his hands hanging, and his head tumbling, as if he were a very common street youth.

After a while, the young man stood up, with his hands fork.

I turn back the austerity.

This really doesn’t make me mind.

This must be the world of ghost stories that thin people say.Of course, this ghost story is likely to be true, at least half true, not made up of skinny.He has not yet thoroughly brainwashed himself, at best, concentrated on the ghost stories he believes in becoming more real, and re-set in terms of details as he wants.

This time, the re-set content should only be the "invitation letter" part.

The toy spirit could not have taken the initiative to invite us to its nest, to find its carrier, to destroy it.That certainly wasn’t his intention.Because of the ability of the skinny, it had to send us an invitation.

The skinny man did not add details in this regard.Perhaps, when he thought of this, subconsciously, he had recently heard me say the crows, scrolls, invitations to include them, or it is possible that the Toy Spirit himself has filled this part of the blank content and used the ability of those who have previously killed it.

In either case, it’s not quite right for someone invited by a girl to be in this space.

This is a non-necessary painting of snakes.

Unless... that toy spirit has a purpose.

Let's kill each other?

My first reaction was this.

Toy spirit to play tricks, kill human beings for pleasure, catch us these people from killing each other, it is very in line with its style.

Wait... it kills, as if it were done by itself...

咚锵锵!铛啷啷!咚锵咚锵! 铛啷铛啷铛啷!

A strange noise came from the other side of the street.

The young man moved, allowing me to hear his footsteps and a sigh of “scream.”

The noise came closer, and the sound was mixed with strange rustle.

I judged the direction of the sound, probed again.

The young man was turning his back on me, his hands fork in his waist, and posing in a very casual position.His head was slightly lower, his eyes should be down.

I changed places to see what his body was holding back.

It was a toy that would walk automatically, looking strange, with three heads and six arms, one with a cym on his hands, a drum with his hands on his drums, and a gong with a gong in his hands.The humble, and some ugly toys beat the hand-in-hand instrument and moved to the young man.

The young man took a step back.

The toy was just over, the sound of the instrument became slow, and the six arms and feet slowly stopped and stood still.

The young man "shuddered" again, crouched down, and pushed the toy.

Like most of the uneven quality toys, the thing moved hands and feet, as if the gears inside the toy and other machinery were touched.Moved a little, it stopped again.

“This... this... this is not the one I was when I was a child...” The young man scratched his head, picked up the toy, and looked over for a moment, his hands clutching the drum and the gong, and pulled it hard.Only to listen to the thorn, the toy man wearing the festive red clothes were ragged, and two people were ragged out.

Then another little man fell to the ground and waved the cymbal in his hand.

The young man was busy, took two and a half body instruments, and picked up the one on the ground.

I saw the metal wires popping up in the toy’s body in his hand, as if I could still see the internal gears and other machinery.

“Really... this...it looks like I did it?”The young man spoke to himself, turning his head to look around.

I shrunk my head so easily.

“What’s going on, I said?”You made a big toy bear, and now you get this thing, what do you want to do?Is your little girl crazy?hey!Is the ability out of control!“Hey—” He yelled, but got no response.

铛啷啷!咚锵咚锵!

The toys in the young man’s hand began to make a sound again.He screamed as if he had fallen.

咚锵锵!铛啷啷!咚锵咚锵!铛啷铛啷啷!

The three toys made noise.

The young man seemed to mutter something, and suddenly, I only listened to a snap, and the noise was gone.

“What a problem... why is this?”The young people complain.

I heard his footsteps again.

He seemed to be moving in his own direction.

I waited a moment before I went out to look.

There were three piles of debris on the ground, all metal, plastic debris, and red cloth heads.

I drifted past, and I saw that the three toys seemed to have been smashed hard, and they were all incomplete.

咚锵锵!

Suddenly, one of the toys moved.

Like a dying person, all three toys are moving, waving their hands hard, and trying to play the instruments in their hands.Their hands were broken, their instruments were broken, but there was still a sound coming out.

They are like being pulled by invisible lines, getting up from the ground, sucking most of their broken steps into the body and piecing together the broken bodies.

Three toys lined up, playing loud music, and began to walk forward.

I see the backs of the young people.He had not gone far, he had walked in a straight line, and his figure had not disappeared.

As soon as he stopped, I hid.

I could only float to the side and use the houses at the crossroads to block my face.

I didn’t see anything, but the three toys seemed to be pinched by invisible hands and their bodies were broken.Pulling their ropes can no longer play a role, can only watch them into powder.

The young man whistled and shouted around him, “I said, ‘That’s boring too!’Does this want to attack me?What do you think of me?I am not an ordinary person!What a trick to get out of here!I still have a date!Don't waste time!"

After shouting, the young man began to walk slowly again.

I looked at the crumbs on the ground and thought about the young man’s abilities.

Long-range attack is very destructive.

This ability is something that I can’t handle well.

Stay away from him, don’t get in direct contact with him.

Thinking about the next plan, I felt the wind blow.

The leaves rustled, and the sound was much more terrifying than before.It was as if the wind was blowing, and the debris of the toys on the ground was rolled up and flying in the air.