The corpse pounced, and its dented head was still dangling from its chest.

Qi Zihuan scolded secretly, retreated to dodge, and another sword stabbed out obliquely from the bottom and top, straight into the heart, which can be called fast, accurate, and ruthless.

However, it is not an egg.

Qi Zihuan was helpless, his footsteps did not stop, while avoiding the attack of the dry corpse, he faintly walked towards the puppet wall with the dry corpse.

The hundreds of puppets on the wall were still frantically slapping the plastic panels, and some of the boxes had begun to crack, and the puppets inside were about to break out.

Near the rocking chair, Seventeen and the clown puppet are still exchanging punches and kicks back and forth, but Seventeen's movements no longer have the sluggishness and mechanical feeling of ordinary puppets, often with a roll of the eyeballs, a false trick to trick the clown, and then find a chance to punch a joint somewhere.

Marie. Xiao put a lot of effort into making the puppets, many of which were reinforced with steel rivets at the joints. Therefore, despite many blows, only the left shoulder joint of the clown has been destroyed, and the rest of the body is only slightly sluggish at most. Moreover, it has no self-awareness, and does not know what fear and retreat are, even if it lacks a hand, the ferocity of its attack has not changed in the slightest.

Qi Zihuan had already led the boy's corpse to the vicinity of the puppet wall, and in the process, he finally smashed all the bones of the corpse's arms, and now the corpse's two arms and one head are all shrugging, and they have basically lost their aggressiveness.

Taking a breath, Qi Zihuan took a good time to dodge the dry corpse that continued to walk, and kicked him out of the back of the waist around his back, kicking him to the puppet wall.

At the same time, the peachwood sword in his right hand danced rapidly, drawing a talisman in the void.

The mouth whispered: "Please Guanyin Bodhisattva to come down, one pole and two into three true fire, the fire power Zhu this thing is multi-born, the fire god Zhu Xiapu, this Fu evil demon is not right, Qianyuan Henry Zhen, Tai Chi obeys the will, I am ordered by the Bodhisattva, and the divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!" ”

When the last word was pronounced, a flame suddenly appeared at the tip of the sword, almost white, and the flame swayed lightly, as if it would be extinguished when a breeze blew.

But it was this crumbling little flame that made the boy's corpse stick to the wall and did not dare to pounce again, but turned around and wanted to escape, and the hundred puppets on the wall stopped beating and began to stiffen one after another.

Of course, they're just puppets, but they're actually Marie in their bodies. Xiao's resentful spirit felt threatened and subconsciously wanted to flee.

Qi Zihuan didn't wait any longer, the tip of the sword shook, and the white flames jumped on the boy's corpse.

As soon as the faint flame touched the skin of the dried corpse, it spread rapidly, and in an instant, it rose three feet high, becoming a raging fire.

The figure staggered in the fire and fell against the puppet wall, the white flames covered the entire wall in less than a moment.

Qi Zihuan put away the peachwood sword and quietly looked at the fire in front of him, but he didn't feel the slightest heat.

When the dried corpses and puppets were burned to charcoal, and then to ashes, the fire quickly subsided and disappeared without a trace.

"It's better to be cremated and not take up space." Qi Zihuan didn't pay attention to it anymore, turned around and walked towards Seventeen.

Little Seventeen had just finished the battle.

All of the clown puppet's joints have been broken, and now it is lying on the ground in tatters, no longer moving.

Qi Zihuan bent down and stretched out his hand, Xiao Seventeen jumped up, then ran along his arm to his shoulder, moved his butt from side to side, adjusted his position and sat upright.

From the back, it really looks like a father and son.

……

Henry returned home, helped Marianne, who was in a daze in the hallway, into the dining room and sat down, and began to prepare lunch for the two in the kitchen.

Over the years, as Marianne's madness has become more and more serious, the family's affairs have basically fallen on Henry. He had no regrets, since he was a child, he had always liked this quiet and kind little girl, and even if Marianne was later stimulated and her mental state was good and bad, he still married her without hesitation.

He just felt sorry for his wife, and when he was still ignorant, he saw the hellish blood.

Henry was reminiscing gloomily as he was handling the mashed potatoes in the pot when he suddenly heard a pounding sound from the kitchen window.

A black crow was standing outside the window, constantly pecking at the window with its sharp beak.

The crow's feathers were dusty, a little dirty and dull, its eyes were gray and pupilless, and its movements were slightly stiff.

It's a puppet!

Henry reacted.

This crow was exactly the same as the one Marianne had held in his arms all day, and if he hadn't seen the crow being carried into the house when he helped his wife into the house just now, he would almost have thought that it was Marianne's.

If it's not the wife's, then it can only be that person.

Marie. Shaw!

The crow had already pecked through the window, and was not afraid of the sharp edge of the glass, and went straight in.

Henry stepped back in fear, and didn't stop shivering until he leaned against the refrigerator.

The crow tilted his head, opened his mouth and said, "Hello, Henry." ”

Henry covered his mouth with both hands, his eyes wide open, and he did not dare to make a sound.

"You've been a pretty polite kid before, so I've never come to you, but why did you dig up Billy this time?" The raven continued to speak.

Henry took a few sharp breaths to calm himself down a little before he let go of his mouth and replied in a trembling voice, "Jamie has been out for many years and hasn't been home, I thought ...... I thought you didn't know his whereabouts, so I wanted to help you. I think the people of the Arsen family, you must not want to let go. ”

"And I should thank you?" The crow jumped up and down on the cupboard and the faucet, "I've just been making a work of art, and I haven't had time to find little Arsen when I'm out of the house, and you're one step ahead." ”

"I'm sorry...... I don't know your plans, I really just want to help......" Henry struggled to keep his tone from fluctuating too much, "but why didn't you kill Jamie and his wife?" ”

"Hehehe, do you think that Alsen is the only one in the outcast, Jamie?" Raven asked rhetorically

Henry thought of a cruel possibility and said, "You mean, his wife already has it?" ”

"Yes, just got pregnant, hahahahaha." The crow let out a demonic laugh, "That's it, but why did you tell the cops and Jamie about what happened back then?" ”

"They came to interrogate, and I couldn't ...... it"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a crow.

"Have you forgotten my rules?"

Henry turned to flee, only to find Mary in a black dress with a pale complexion. Xiao was standing beside him.

Marie. Xiao's puppet-like jaw opens and closes up and down, making a gloomy sound.

"All those who refuse to be quiet, let me make him quiet."

Henry looked at the terrifying face that was close at hand, could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and let out a huge scream.

Marie. Xiao stretched out his thin hands, one hand held Henry's gaping mouth, and the other reached in and pulled out his tongue.

Pinch the base of your tongue and pull it out vigorously, and blood gushes out like a spring.

Henry fell to the ground, leaving only a grunt in his throat.

Before losing consciousness he saw Marie. A long mottled tongue stretched out of Xiao's mouth, and his own severed tongue was also spliced together.

"Your voice is mine."