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……

Turning around, a black crack opened behind him, and a blonde figure slowly came out of it, which turned out to be the plane merchant An Yi had met before, a blonde girl who seemed to be very old.

"I always feel ...... You seem to be thinking about something very rude. The blonde girl in an elegant dark purple dress looked at An Yi with a "kind" smile.

"No, you're thinking too much, what do you mean by mission completion? Don't I have two more weirdness left unsolved? Keenly perceiving a strong sense of threat, An Yi wittily changed the subject.

"Huh? Aren't you all done? That blood-dripping shotgun is killed if you manage to get out of here, because this is the house itself. This time it was the blonde girl's turn to be surprised.

"Even so, there is one that suddenly disappears." An Yi spread his hands, and was very upset when he remembered the bastard who had pit him for hours: "It should be a ghost, that red wedding dress." ”

"Ah...... blonde girl blinked, "I guess you haven't seen that thing I gave you yet." ”

"Huh?" As soon as An Yi took off the pure white mask on his face, he heard such a sentence, and the mask turned into a pale green point of light and scattered: "Don't say it, I really forgot to look at it." ”

Reaching into the open transparent ripples, a delicate folding fan appeared in his hand.

With two fingers and a mistake, the folding fan opened in Anyi's hand.

With deep purple as the main tone, white paint drawings are embellished, the fan surface is hollowed out with ox carts and cherry blossom patterns, the edges are outlined with gold several wind butterfly patterns, pure black fan bones, purple fan surface, I don't know why looking at this painting-like fan, there is a voice telling him that this is the color of death.

"It's a hellish landscape." An Yi looked at the delicate folding fan in his hand and suddenly said, "I believe that the owner of this fan must be an amazing character." ”

"Nonsense." The blonde girl rarely did not make a joke, but looked at the folding fan in An Yi's hand with complicated eyes, and her tone carried a hint of remembrance: "That guy is just a fool." ”

The identification of the Lord God's equipment was over the moment he touched it.

【Wind Butterfly Fan:

Types: Folding fan, mystery side

Level: Orange

Attributes: Imprisoned Spirit (currently imprisoned spirit: 0/1), Death (Imprisoned spirit will be directly wiped out if the spirit immunity judgment fails), Deterrence (if the spirit will immunity judgment fails, the target is a spirit will fall into a fear loop.) ), Mana Barrage (a barrage of 10 rounds of mana, only valid on spirits, can be used three times a day, currently available: 3/3)

Comment: I once had a dream that I would turn into a butterfly after a long sleep. 】

Good stuff...... Looking at the attributes, even if I know that this is just a data-based performance, I feel so awesome.,It seems that it's not the bride's ghost who released his pigeon.,But when he was about to attack himself, he was directly killed by this fan.。

"This level of equipment is probably the best one I've come into contact with so far, is it that everything on the plane merchant's side is this kind of superb?" An Yi thought to himself.

"Hey, boy." The blonde girl standing next to him said to him, "Use it well." ”

"That ......" An Yi had a warm smile on his face, "Do you have any other small tasks that you need to do?" It is incumbent upon me to pledge below! ”

"Get out!" The blonde girl spat out the word coldly.

"Tsk." An Yi pouted disdainfully.

"Alright, hurry up and give me that doll, and this matter will be over." The blonde girl said with a headache: "In a while, you will be teleported out by yourself, and I don't bother to send you." ”

"Oh, take it." Hand over the Annabelle doll in his hand, and approached her with a curious look on his face: "Can you tell me what is the use of you taking this?" ”

The blonde girl just looked down at the Annabelle doll, stretched out a hand and waved at An Yi to signal him to stay cool, and then a black crack appeared under the other party's feet, and disappeared in the next second.

"It's boring." An Yi put his hands behind his head and sighed.

It didn't take long for the large manor to weather from the edges at a speed visible to the naked eye, drifting away like grains of sand in the wind, and finally the entire manor disappeared completely, along with the peace of mind that had nothing to do.

"Whew-"

A pitch-black crack watched silently, then closed again and disappeared.

……

Standing in the center of a fantasy hut, a blonde girl slowly picked up a very ordinary-looking doll.

"Will it work this time?" The girl sighed faintly.

"生と死の境"

A black-purple magical glow lit up in this slightly dim hut.

The white dress, blond hair, and black-skinned doll stretches and twists in her magic, eventually forming a delicate doll with long blond hair and a red bow tied in a maid's costume.

"It worked!" The blonde girl's eyes flashed with joy.

However, in the next second, the delicate puppet floating in the air began to crack a little bit from its face, and finally turned into a little bit of foam and dissipated.

"I'm sorry ......"

……

After his vision became an weathered debris as the place he stood underfoot, his vision gradually blurred, and when his vision became clear, An Yi had returned to the storage room.

There was a double-barreled shotgun with a short saw floating next to him, the wooden handle of the gun, the metal of the gun, and the metal of the joint between the handle and the body of the gun were hollowed out and carved with two roses, and there was a small bright red line on each side of the gun body that extended to the muzzle, as if dripping with blood.

Before it was a murder weapon, it was also a delicate work of art.

"Is this the last paranormal item?" An Yi looked at it with interest, then reached out and took it off.

【Crimson Sacrifice:

Variety: Double-barreled shotgun, mystery side

Level: Golden

Attributes: Demon Breaker +3, Mana Bullet (can be charged with advanced energy such as mana, and the power of the bullet is equal to the charging time), Baptism of the Gun Curtain (consumes advanced energy such as mana to summon an unlimited number of phantoms for barrage strikes)

Evaluation: Amazing, isn't it? It's awesome, isn't it super handsome? Super cool? It's a pity, but you can't use it. 】

I was still thinking about getting a magic firearm in the future to make up for the lack of power of ordinary firearms for supernatural creatures such as spirits, but I didn't expect to get one this time.

It's just that he didn't think about it a little inconsiderately, he didn't expect there to be this kind of restriction, just took an evaluation to express his dissatisfaction, although it didn't take long, but he still had killing intent fluctuations.

I just don't know if the fluctuation of killing intent is a kind of energy, and if it can be, it is not too much of a loss.

Put the Crimson Sacrifice and the Boy Cut into the artificial wormhole together, and walk up the stairs in peace.

Although a lot of time was wasted in this experience, it was very rewarding.

I got a monkey doll that might be useful, the demon knife boy Che Angang, the pure white mask, the world of Dior, and the crimson sacrifice of the magic gun, although I don't want to admit that the quaint book in the artificial wormhole can also be regarded as one of the gains.

In addition to the Necronomicon that was hit by the unimaginable red bullet, there was not even a scum left, and the Annabelle doll that was turned in as the mission target, and the red wedding dress that was inexplicably killed, but fortunately, it was not a loss to get that strange folding fan from the plane merchant.

Pushing open the door, you can see the night getting richer and thicker through the window not far away, and it seems that although he has spent a lot of time in the Winchester Mystery House, there is a certain gap between him and reality.

This gap is not as close to relative stillness as in the plane merchants, but it is also 1:2.

In the bathroom, wash off the filth of your body, take out a new suit-style black trench coat from the artificial wormhole and change it on.

Stepping out of the bathroom to tuck the sleeping Judy with a blanket, she pushed open the door to the Warrens.

Deliberately dragging him here for so long, if that guy wasn't stupid, he guess his new home was already very lively.

"Go, kill, and go home."

PS: I'm curious, doesn't anyone see the identity of this plane merchant, I feel that the writing is obvious, and no one complains!

After the equipment appraisal, it will probably follow the pattern of this chapter, and it can be regarded as a conclusion.

PS: I got the cover recommendation of the sci-fi channel today, beautiful!