I stopped at the intersection and heard very clear footsteps.

After much consideration, I decided to hide it first.

Most people should not be able to adapt to the state of the soul, and perhaps the person who has come has not yet realized that only the soul has entered this strange space, and there is no way to take advantage of this state.

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

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

"Ah, what are you doing...... Feed! Bastard exorcists! It's you guys! What are you doing! If I don't help you, I'll be locked up by you? Hey, hey, hey! Hahh......" the young man sighed.

I heard his complaint, and I was even more sure of his identity.

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

I cautiously looked at him, and saw that he was still dressed as he had been that day, crouching on the ground, his hands hanging down, and his head drooping, like the usual street youth.

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

I quickly retracted my head.

It's a situation that really baffles me.

This is supposed to be the world of ghost stories told by thin people. Of course, this ghost story is likely to be true, at least half of it, and not made up by thin people. He doesn't have the ability to brainwash himself thoroughly, at most he can concentrate on making the ghost stories he believes in more realistic, and resetting them as he wants in terms of details.

This time, the only part that has been redesigned is the "invitation".

It is impossible for that toy spirit to invite us to its lair, to find its carrier, and to destroy it. That's certainly not what it was meant to be. Because of the ability of the thin man, he had to send us an invitation.

The thin man did not add details in this regard. Perhaps, when he thought of this, his subconscious subconsciously included the crows, scrolls, and invitations that he had just heard me talk about, or maybe it was the toy spirit itself that filled in the blank content, using the abilities of the person it had killed earlier.

In either case, the person invited by the girl is not quite right in this space.

It's not necessary to add to it.

Unless...... The toy spirit had another purpose.

Let's kill each other?

That's my first reaction.

Toy spirits take pleasure in playing tricks and killing humans, and if they catch us people and kill each other, it is very much in line with its style.

Wait a minute...... It kills people, as if it were all hands-on......

Boom! Boom! Knock knock! Bang

A strange sound came from across the street.

The young man moved, and I could hear his footsteps and a sigh of "huh".

The cacophony grew closer, and there was a strange rustling in the sound.

I judged the direction of the sound and probed again.

The young man was facing away from me, his hands on his hips, in a very casual pose. His head was slightly bowed, and his gaze should be down.

I shifted positions and saw what his body was blocking.

It was a self-walking toy, with three heads and six arms, one hand holding a cymbal, one hand beating a drum, and one hand holding a gong. The simple, somewhat ugly toy just beat the instrument in his hand and moved in front of the young man.

The young man took a step back.

Just after the toy was finished, the sound of the instrument slowed down, and the six arms and both feet slowly stopped, standing still.

The young man said "huh" again, crouched down, and pushed the toy.

Like most stall toys that are not of good quality, the thing moved its hands and feet again, as if the gears and other machinery inside the toy had been touched. Moving slightly, it stops again.

"This ...... This is not the ...... I used to be when I was a child" The young man scratched his head, picked up the toy, and after looking at it for a while, he grabbed the drum and gong with both hands, and pulled it hard. I heard a stabbing sound, and the festive red clothes worn by the toy man were torn off, and the two people were also torn out.

With a clang, another villain fell to the ground and waved his hand to touch the cymbal in his hand.

The young man hurriedly picked up the two half-body musical instrument figurines, and picked up the one on the ground again.

I could see the metal wires coming out of the bodies of the toys in his hands, and it seemed that I could see the gears and other machinery inside.

"Really...... This one...... Looks like I did it, right? The young man muttered to himself and turned his head to look around.

I shrank my head smartly.

"What's going on, I say? You've got a big teddy bear, and now you've got this thing, what the hell are you trying to do? Is your little girl crazy? Feed! Isn't the ability out of control? Hey——————" he yelled, but got no response.

Boom! Knock knock!

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

Boom! Boom! Knock knock! Bang

The three toys made a noisy noise.

The young man seemed to mutter, and suddenly, all I heard was a snap, and the noise was gone.

"It's a real problem...... What the hell is this. The young man complained.

I heard his footsteps again.

He seemed to be moving in the direction he had just gotten on.

I waited a while before I went out to take a look.

There were three piles of debris on the ground, all of them metal, plastic scraps, and red cloth heads.

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

Boom!

Suddenly, one of the toys moved.

Like a dying man, the three toys moved, waving with difficulty, trying to play the instrument in their hands. Even though their hands were destroyed and their instruments were broken, there was still a sound coming out.

As if pulled by invisible threads, they rose from the ground and sucked most of the broken steps onto their bodies, piecing together the broken bodies.

Three toys were placed side by side, playing loud music, and began to walk forward.

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

As soon as he stopped, I hurriedly hid.

I only had time to float to the side, using the houses at the intersection to hide myself.

I didn't see anything, but the three toys seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and their bodies were shattered. Pulling their ropes no longer worked, and they could only watch them turn to powder.

The young man whistled and shouted to his surroundings, "I say, this is too boring!" This kind of thing still wants to attack me? What do you think of me? I'm not an ordinary person! What's the trick hurry up! I've got a date yet! Don't waste any time! ”

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

I looked at the debris on the ground and thought about the young man's abilities.

Long-range attack, very destructive.

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

Still is...... Stay away from him and don't come into direct contact with him.

I thought about my next plan when I felt a gust of wind blowing.

The leaves rustled, and the sound was much more terrifying than before. It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the crumbs of toys on the ground were rolled up and flew in the air.

(End of chapter)