Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"He's mine, give him back to me!"

Samuel looked at the boy's vigilant expression, and remembered the devil's letter he received not long ago.

The sharp voice was like a ghost from hell, trying to pierce people's eardrums.

Ahhh...it really is too gentle, isn't it?

"Let's go, I'll take you to see what you've always wanted to know." Samuel stood up and held my hand happily.

I wanted to use magic to break free, only to find that I had no strength at all.

what happened?Why can't I feel the magic power?

"Samuel, you..."

"Hush——" Samuel touched his lips with his fingers, and put his other hand around my waist instead, "It took me 300 years to finally find a spiritual weapon that can make your magic power disappear."

Me: "Um..."

So the last time I couldn't use my magic power at the auction house was also your fault?Fall!I thought I had recited the wrong spell!

Samuel turned the ring on his hand, and the bookshelf in front of him began to move slowly.

Me: "Um..."

So, no one can open the door of the darkroom except you...

The pungent smell of potion came oncoming, and I couldn't help frowning.

Samuel put his arms around my waist and walked in familiarly. The lights in the black corridor came on one by one to welcome the arrival of their owners.

The walls were covered with dark red bloodstains, some of which had solidified into lumps. It seemed that they had been on the wall for a long time. The earliest bloodstains were more than a month ago.

That was the first few days before I came here.

There are also large and small claw marks of different shades on it, including those of humans, beasts, and demons.

Shadow Clan is too mysterious, I don't know what their claws look like, but I think they have them too.

"Are you scared?" Samuel asked softly.

I ignored him.

Feng Laozi's magic power, and even brought Laozi to the scene of the ghost movie, only because of you is a ghost.

Samuel smiled mildly, and did not speak.

At the end of the corridor is a big iron door, which is endowed with strong power, but without strong magic power, it will kill you if you touch it.

Samuel hooked his lips, and the powerful magic power disappeared instantly.

I stood where I was, looking at the door with some hesitation.

I always feel that there is something very bad in it, which makes people uneasy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Samuel said gently.

What I am most afraid of now is you.

I rolled my eyes.

The iron door opened, and the scene inside made people feel horrified from the bottom of their hearts.

The pale golden eyeballs rolled all over the ground, emitting a faint cold light.Silver long hair, short hair, thrown aside casually.The white fingers, arms, and feet were also randomly piled aside.

In a corner at the end of the room, dolls were piled up, some lacked an eye, some had no hair, some had no limbs, and some had only one head.

——It's all me.

A puppet was placed on the king's chair, with long hair hanging on the ground, spreading out scattered from the chair as the center.

It is dressed in an elaborate robe and sits gracefully in its movements.It just hangs its head slightly, showing that it has no life.

Samuel let go of my waist and walked slowly towards the puppet.

He obsessively picked up a strand of long hair, put it between his nose and sniffed it: "Although you have short hair, for some reason, I think long hair is your original appearance."

I stood stiffly where I was, not moving at all.

The chill seeped into his bones.

Samuel stood behind the throne, holding the puppet's face in his hands.

The beautiful face is so delicate that it cannot be seen, and the pale golden eyes hang down, looking at the puppets around them like ants.

The puppet rolled its eyes and turned its head mechanically: "...Samuel?"

Samuel stroked its face: "Good boy, I'm here."

The puppet's eyes were fixed on me, and it stretched out its fingers stiffly: "...he...who is it?"

The feeling of being locked by the beast made me break out in a cold sweat.

Samuel smiled and said, "He is the real master of your appearance-"

"AHHH!!" the puppet screamed suddenly, "NO! DON'T! Samuel is mine!!"

The severed limbs around him also began to move around.

"Die!! Go to hell!! If you die, Samuel will belong to me!" The puppet struggled to stand up from the seat, as if wanting to kill the boy in front of him.

"boom--"

Then it crumbles into slag.

Samuel smiled and said, "No, you can't kill him."

Me: "Um..."

Samuel put his arms around me, who was stiff, and walked down to the next room.

"Puppets are too lifeless, and you can't make your perfect appearance anyway, so I have a new idea." The gentle voice, like whispering to a lover, is extraordinarily weird.

"So, I thought of experimenting with living things."

Samuel looked at me brightly, as if to say "I'm so smart, give me a compliment-"

Me: "Um..."

QAQ There are a lot of perverts here, Ma Ma, I want to go home.