American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The battle situation is very stalemate, and there is still no winner in every battle circle.

Yorks subconsciously looked at the last supernatural carrier, Annabell.

In fact, according to his perception, the evil spirit in this guy is the strongest one.

After taking a look at the chaos in the dollhouse, Yorks thought for a while, opened the glass cabinet and picked up the Annabell doll.

Under this touch, Yorks seemed to see a scary doll-like spirit jumping around.

"You want to join too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Annabell doll reflected in York's eyes stopped beating and stood there obediently, nodding slightly and showing an evil smile that seemed to please.

I originally planned to put the Annabell doll in it, but Yorkshire told me the conditions.

"I can join you, but you have to help me manage the evil spirits inside."

He knew that although the dollhouse was small, it could move, which was actually a moderate temptation for the evil spirits who were sealed in the objects and could not move.

Seeing the Annabell doll nodding obediently again, Yorkshire somehow felt that the Annabell doll had become a little cute.

Could it be because he is good? Yorks smiled.

"Okay, since you are a doll, I will also give you a doll body, which is a bit cuter."

As he spoke, Yorks put the Annabell doll, which was about the same size as the room in the dollhouse, and then selected a Barbie doll from the pile of purchased doll models and placed it next to it.

No need to threaten him.

The next second, the Annabell doll fell over, and the Barbie doll next to it suddenly moved its stiff limbs, turned crookedly and looked at him, giving a very cute princess salute.

The corner of York's mouth curled up: "Come on."

Barbie seemed to understand, and started to rush into the dollhouse. When she met the Ultraman doll, she kicked him. Ultraman, who was still fighting the Decepticons, was kicked away by Barbie and hit hard. on the wall.

While Barbie was kicking away, she grabbed Ultraman's opponent Decepticon with her right hand, grabbed his head and gave him a hard knee, knocking him to the ground.

Because of the nature of Barbie dolls, her movements are stiff and stiff, but they are smooth and very coherent.

"Good guy, a Barbie doll that knows how to fight?"

Yorks was full of interest and continued to watch Barbie after finishing dealing with Ultraman and Decepticons, then rushed into the battle circle in the living room again, killing the priest and the Gray Knight in a few clicks, which was extremely brave.

Yorks said 66 in his heart, and watched Barbie rushing up the stairs, and the tiger came down the mountain and once again solved the battle between Xingtian Armor and Doom...

Time passes, the clock keeps beating, and after a while.

Yorks, who was watching the whole show, looked at the dollhouse with an unfinished expression.

After a chaotic battle with demons, the final result in the dollhouse was: Barbie standing on the sofa on the first floor with her hands open and roaring, and the rest of the doll models, such as Ultraman, Father, and the local evil spirit Wubo. The heads and others all lined up in front of it and knelt down, as submission...

Seeing this somewhat funny scene, Yorks chuckled.

It has to be said that this magical dollhouse fulfilled his childhood fantasy, which was to play house-like battles with dolls.

Although the strength of the characters in this dollhouse is determined by the spirits inside, it also satisfies the evil taste in my heart.

Yorks glanced at the majestic Barbie doll, closed the lid of the dollhouse, stood up and walked out of the basement.

"I have to find a way to buy it from little Bellamy.

This thing is equivalent to a sealed house, and I don’t know who has a childish heart to create it..."

at the same time.

A convenience store in Stamford welcomed a young man dressed in denim style. He was carrying a hiking bag and holding a suitcase. The important thing was that he was wearing a pair of black sunglasses in the middle of the night.

He looked up at the signboard of the convenience store [McXie Convenience Store] and sighed.

"I'm finally back!"

After saying this, Healy walked into the convenience store.

He had just finished solving the werewolf and vampire issues in Romania, and he came back here without stopping. At this time, he wanted to fly directly to Pluto Church, but he knew the character of Father York.

"This time we must obtain the old man's consent, otherwise..."

Healy opened the front door, and greetings rang in his ears.

"Good evening, Healy."

Healy pulled down his black sunglasses and looked at his old man's former monk: "Good evening, Todd, how are you doing?"

The dark-skinned Todd still had the same calm expression that York had seen before, but his attitude towards Healy was different. He just stood there and said calmly.

"It's okay, there are just a few new people."

"Oh, is that so?" Healy asked, pulling down his sunglasses, reaching for a loaf of bread from the shelf, taking out a note and placing it on the checkout counter as the entrance fee.

"Is he here?"

Todd glanced at Healy who was still pretending to be cool in the middle of the night, settled the bill and replied.

"Research room."

"Hehe, I'm probably studying what I sent." Healy thought of the ammunition and other trophies he had sent before, and took away the remaining banknotes and bread with a smile.

"Todd open the door."

As always, Todd pressed the Y key on the keyboard.

………………………

At this moment, the gray-haired old Mike was using tweezers to pick up a blue-light ammunition and put it into a device, and then picked up a piece of flesh and blood next to it, preparing for testing.

His test was simple: get the liquid out of the ammunition and pour it on fresh-looking flesh and blood.

As a result, the seemingly fresh flesh and blood suddenly emitted a cloud of smoke, like a flower that withered rapidly and finally dried up.

Seeing this, Old Mike picked up the flesh and blood and put it under the microscope to take a look.

Under the microscope, the cells that were still actively flowing in the flesh and blood were being destroyed one by one after being exposed to the blue-light liquid.

There was a trace of disdain in Old Mike's eyes. In his opinion, this vampire was too weak and not the target he wanted at all. What he was looking for were those vampires who were not afraid of the sun.

"I don't know which branch is the legacy of this, what a weakling!"

As soon as he said this, an echoing voice sounded in his ears, "These vampires are indeed weaklings! I can kill a dozen of them by myself."

Hearing this sudden response, Old Mike shook his head, raised his upper body and slowly took off his gloves, looked at his son walking in front of him, and said calmly.

"I heard you wanted to become a Yorkist monk?"

Healy shrugged and took off his sunglasses, hanging them on the pocket of his denim jacket, with a serious tone.

"Old man, I found my faith."

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