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I stopped at the intersection and heard very clear footsteps.

After careful consideration, I decided to hide it first.

Most people should not be able to adapt to the soul state. Maybe those who come here have not realized that they only have souls entering this strange space, and there is no way to make good use of this state.

I passed through the wall and hid in the house at the intersection.

The footsteps were getting closer. The man stood at the intersection and shouted a few times, but did not go any further.

"Ah, what are you doing... Hey! You bastard exorcists! It's you who are doing this! What are you doing! If I don't help you, will you lock me up? Hey, hey, hey! Haha..." The young man sighed.

When I heard his complaints, I was even more sure of his identity.

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

I cautiously took a look and saw that he was still dressed as he was that day, squatting on the ground with his hands hanging down and his head drooped, like a very common street youth.

After a while, the young man stood up and put his hands on his hips.

I quickly retracted my head.

This situation really has me scratching my head.

This should be the world of ghost stories told by the thin man. Of course, this ghost story is probably true, at least half of it, and not just made up by a thin man. He doesn't have the ability to completely brainwash himself. At most, he can concentrate on making the ghost story he believes in more real, and reset the details according to his own wishes.

This time, only the "invitation" part should be reset.

It is impossible for that toy spirit to actively invite us to its lair, find its carrier, and destroy it. That's certainly not its intention. Because of Shouzi’s ability, he had no choice but to send us an invitation letter.

Thin Man adds no details in this regard. Perhaps, when he thought of this, his subconscious included the crows, scrolls, and invitations he had just heard me talk about recently. It is also possible that the toy spirit filled in the blank content on its own and used the things it had killed previously. The abilities of those with abilities.

No matter what the situation is, it doesn’t feel right for someone invited by a girl to appear in this space.

This is unnecessary superfluity.

Unless... that toy spirit has another purpose.

Let us kill each other?

This was my first reaction.

The toy spirit takes pleasure in playing tricks on and killing humans. It would be in line with its style to catch us and kill each other.

Wait...it seems to kill people all by itself...

Boom clang clang! Bang, bang, bang! Boom, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

Strange noises came from across the street.

The young man moved, and I heard his footsteps and an exclamation of "Huh".

The noisy voice was getting closer and closer, and there was a strange rustling sound in the sound.

I judged the direction of the sound and probed again.

The young man was facing away from me, with his hands on his hips, in a very casual posture. His head was slightly lowered, and his gaze should be downwards.

I changed my position and saw what was blocking his body.

It was a toy that could walk on its own. It had a weird appearance and had three heads and six arms. One hand held a cymbal, the other hand played a drum, and the other hand held a gong. The simple and somewhat ugly toy just banged the instrument in his hand and moved in front of the young man.

The young man stepped back.

The toys just finished walking, the sound of the instruments became sluggish, and the six arms and two feet slowly stopped and stood still.

The young man said "Hey" again, squatted down and pushed the toy.

Like most street stall toys of low quality, the thing moved its arms and legs again, as if the gears and other machinery inside the toy were touched. Move a little and it stops again.

"This... this is not the one when I was a kid..." The young man scratched his head and picked up the toys. After looking through them for a while, he grabbed the drum and gong with both hands and pulled them hard. There was a stabbing sound, the festive red clothes that the toy man was wearing were torn apart, and the two people were also pulled out.

With a clang, another villain landed on the ground, waving his hand and touching the cymbal in his hand.

The young man hurriedly picked up the two half-body instrument figures, and then picked up the one on the ground.

I saw the metal wires emerging from the bodies of the toys in his hands, and I seemed to be able to see the gears and other machinery inside.

"Really... this... seems to have been done by me, right?" The young man said to himself and turned to look around.

I quickly shrank my head.

"What's going on, I said? You got a large teddy bear, and now you get this thing, what do you want to do? Is your little girl crazy? Hey! Is her ability out of control? Hey - ———" he yelled, but got no response.

Bang, bang, bang! Boom clang clang clang!

The toys in the young man's hands began to make noise again. He exclaimed as if he had dropped something.

Boom clang clang! Bang, bang, bang! Boom clang clang clang! Dang, clang, clang, clang!

The three toys made noisy noises.

The young man seemed to be muttering something. Suddenly, I only heard a scratching sound, and the noise disappeared.

"It's so troublesome...what are you doing?" the young man complained.

I heard his footsteps again.

He seemed to be continuing in the direction he had just taken.

I waited for a while before sticking my head out to take a look.

There are three piles of debris on the ground, all of which are metal, plastic fragments, and red cloth ends.

I floated over and saw that the three toys seemed to have been smashed by force, and they were all mutilated.

Boom clang clang!

Suddenly, one of the toys moved.

Like a dying man, all three toys moved, waving their hands with difficulty, trying to play the instruments in their hands. Their hands were obviously damaged and their instruments were broken, but there was still sound coming out.

As if being pulled by invisible threads, they climbed up from the ground, sucking most of the broken steps into their bodies, piecing together their broken bodies.

The three toys stood side by side, playing loud music, and started walking forward.

I saw the back of the young man. He hadn't gone far yet, he was walking in a straight line, and his figure did not disappear.

As soon as he stopped, I hid in a hurry.

I only had time to drift to the side and use the houses at the intersection to shield myself.

I didn't see anything, but the three toys seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, and their bodies were shattered inch by inch. The ropes that pulled them could no longer work, and they could only watch as they turned into powder.

The young man whistled and shouted to the surrounding people: "I said, this is too boring! This kind of thing still wants to attack me? What do you think I am? I am not an ordinary person! What tricks can you use quickly? Come on! I still have a date! Don’t waste time!”

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

I looked at the debris on the ground and thought about what the young man was capable of.

Long-distance attack, very destructive.

This kind of ability is something that I can't handle very well.

Still...stay away from him and don't have direct contact with him.

As I was thinking about my next plan, I felt a gust of wind blowing by.

The leaves rustled, and the sound was much scarier than before. It was like a strong wind was blowing by, and the broken pieces of toys on the ground were picked up and flew in the air.