Right... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't know she was your family, otherwise I would never dare to harass it. ”

Barbie's face was full of horror, and under the shock of Chang Dong's power, it almost poured beans and told the cause and effect.

It's a cliché story, this spirit has been wandering through all kinds of toys, especially Barbie, and lives by devouring a small amount of children's imaginary fairy tale minds.

It was also inadvertently fell into the hands of Xiao Xiao, taking advantage of Xiao Xiao's illness and unstable spirit, trying to pollute Xiao Xiao, absorbing some of the spiritual energy, and even living in the soul.

Of course, in general, it can only do the first thing.

With the life support technology of modern medicine, with the recovery of the child's physical body, the spirit body will naturally recover slowly, and only a very small number of them have accidents, are sojourned or even souls, and even derive the so-called split personality.

In other words, Chang Dong did not interfere with Xiaoxiao's treatment, and he would be almost cured after a week or two at most.

However, this does not mean that Chang Dong is willing to let go of this spirit.

No matter how little the fly disturbs people, it is annoying enough, and this alone is its way to death.

"Give me a reason not to kill you, or something of value in exchange."

The voice fell, and the spirit was horrified.

"I'm ...... I didn't hurt Xiaoshio! I didn't mean to! I don't dare anymore...... Please spare me......"

In its frightened eyes, Chang Dong casually grabbed the demon knife and made a slashing posture.

"No, kill me, you'll go crazy!"

With its scream, Chang Dong's demon knife slashed through, and in an instant, it formed a cloud of spiritual energy white mist, dispersing in all directions, dissolving between heaven and earth.

Chang Dong shook his head, feeling a little pity in his heart.

If you put a little effort into it, you should be able to squeeze something out.

However, he has experienced too many things in one day today, and he is really not in the mood to squeeze slowly.

In addition, under the pressure of death, he can't take out anything valuable, and he thinks that this guy is a poor ghost, and if he kills it, he will kill it.

Thinking of this, Chang Dong casually put away the demon knife and went to sleep.

Today, he was really tired.

……

……

While Chang Dong was falling asleep, Andre Negren, a professional Frankish sculptor, suddenly received a mysterious order.

He stood in the stone carving field full of stone chips, looking at the sloppy lady in front of him, with vigilance and doubt in his eyes.

He was skeptical that she could afford to pay the high gratuity for hiring him.

However, the suspicion on the woman's face disappeared as a man from Morocco handed over two bundles of banknotes tied with rubber bands.

"Dear lady, I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you?"

Andre Neglen opened the rubber band, rubbed the old banknotes, and wielded the chisel and hammer for a long time, and was suddenly full of power.

"I'm going to make a sacred icon, based on his face, with six pairs of wings on his back, and wearing armor......"

Prima described, pulling out a photograph.

The photo is a little blurry, and if Chang Dong is here, he will find that this is exactly his photo.

It's just that for some reason, instead of using the clear headshot that can be found everywhere on the Internet, Prima used a vague headshot that I don't know which reporter secretly took it.

Andre Neglen glanced at Prima a little strangely, patted his chest and said, "No problem. ”

As a professional sculptor, he is also well-informed, and it is not surprising that the other party asks for a blueprint of faces.

"Also, I want you to carve this symbol on your armor."

Prima pulled out another piece of paper, on which was an abstract drawing of a very elaborate mysterious symbol.

If you look closely, it looks like a plague charm.

"No problem."

Andre Neglen took a closer look at the symbol and guessed that it might be the logo of a game company.

"How long does it take to finish carving?"

"I have another order in my hand, and you expect it to take a month."

"Okay, when the engraving is complete, notify me and I'll send someone to pick it up."

With that, Prima turned and left.

Andre Neglen looked at the back of Prima and his party, and he didn't look like a rich man who could make a statue.

However, the money is in hand, and this is not something he should consider.

He then turned around and went back to the house, took out a folder, and organized the customer demand information.

"Neglen—"

At this moment, there was a shout outside, and when the voice sounded, the person had already arrived at the door.

"I took a big order, I don't have time to drink with you, go find your Uncle Deuer, he's been very idle lately." The sculptor Neglon did not reply.

After speaking, he didn't wait for feedback for a while, and subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see Roy's eyes staring directly at the folder in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Where did you get this picture?"

"I guess the logo requested by the customer is from which game company, right? Ask to carve winged angels, hey, it's just a rotten street idea! I really don't know what the guys in the game company think now, hmm, but don't say it, the people who come don't look like people from the game company, hmm, but maybe they have greasy hair, and they're no different from those Internet addicts. ”

The sculptor Neglon Balabala's description is particularly broken.

Roy was a young man in his thirties, his clothes were not much cleaner than Negren's, and he was an alcoholic.

Or that his dad was an alcoholic, and he was because his dad and Negren became friends.

Because Neglen can make money and doesn't have many friends, he has always been very generous.

"What does the other party look like? I mean, who is the other side? ”

When Roy said this, he took out his mobile phone and swung it, and silently, took a picture of the mysterious rune.

"How do I know that? A white old woman, with a few messy complexions, sounds like a Moldovan, ah, damn it, the Franks are now a public toilet, and all garbage runs here! ”

Roy ignored his last complaint and asked, "When are you going to deliver?" ”

"A month later, what's wrong, you know them?"

"No, no, how do I know this toilet garbage? I JUST THINK THIS LOGO IS A LITTLE FAMILIAR, MAYBE PLAYING THE ELDER SCROLLS OR WIZARD...... I've seen it in any game. ”

Roy gestured his hands, and the language was organized in a mess.

"Come on, don't bother you to make money, I'm leaving."

With that, Roy didn't wait for Negren's reply, and left in a hurry.

Neglen shook his head, not paying much attention.

Roy is a good drinker, often drunk and dizzy, and it is normal for him to speak incoherently.

Once, he said that he had met a vampire sucking a homeless man in the alley in the past!

It's ridiculous.

……

Roy left the small courtyard of Neglen, unable to control the excitement on his face any longer.

He stopped a taxi and hurried to Area 14.

Those who wander the gray area know that the rule in Districts 13 and 14 belongs to the four gangs or families of Lubour, Maltz and Gitans (nicknamed "Gypsies") and Wood.

These four gangs control almost 60 percent of the contraband in Huacheng, and 30 percent of the unemployed vagrants, and the proportion may be even higher.

In their words, you just need to have guts, and wealth and beauty are at your fingertips.

Roy was one of them until he saw the vampire and made sure he wasn't sucking the damn thing, let alone getting drunk, and his life changed dramatically.