Amulet? Just a simple draw of a symbol to repel those monsters? If that's the case, isn't it much more effective than God's words?

Scott's eyes lit up immediately, and he found a few wires from the toolbox, and I have to say that the ingenuity of the master of electrical engineering was reflected at this moment, just simply folded and folded a few times, and two perfect old seals appeared in his hand.

"Put on the amulet so well that you can't take it off even if you're being told by your mother, you know?"

"Yes, what are we going to do next?" Casey lifted her head, her lake-green eyes filled with anticipation.

"Sleeping, of course." Scott waited for her eyes to dim before he changed his mind and said, "But that's after watching Snow White!" ”

The father and daughter immediately quarreled, and by the time the cartoon was finished, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, which was the time for the children to go to bed, and the father and daughter would be temporarily separated tomorrow morning, Casey would be sent back to her mother, and Scott would go to Pym to be trained to become Ant-Man.

"Good night, little sweetheart."

"Good night."

The lights were turned off, and little Casey, who had just closed her eyes, immediately jumped up from the bed and hurriedly turned on the light, she thought of an extremely serious matter, the painting homework assigned by the teacher had not yet been completed.

Today, I was so happy that I forgot to tell my father about it, and if I didn't finish it, my mother would definitely never let her come here to play again.

The drawing assignment was not difficult, just to draw her family, but for a six-year-old child from a single-parent family, it was still a bit overwhelming.

Especially when the crayon rolled under the bed, it was even more overwhelming, little Casey hummed and tried for most of the day but still couldn't reach the crayon that was desperately needed, so he could only open his mouth and call out to his father outside the door, wanting someone to help him take out the crayon.

But before he could say a word, the electric light that had just been turned on began to flicker frequently, and the crayons under the bed gurgled out.

Casey's eyes were filled with great puzzlement, and she leaned down curiously to look, only to see a black hand retracted on the other side of the bed.

"Dad!"

A shrill scream suddenly rang out throughout the room, piercing someone's eardrums, but unfortunately it didn't wake up Scott, who was sleeping next door.

Just as she was about to continue screaming, the paper on the table fell to the ground without wind, and a crooked sentence was written on it in black crayons.

"Don't be afraid, little girl."

"Who are you?" Children's minds are always sensitive, and after realizing that this mysterious thing that appeared in the room did not mean to hurt them, a trace of curiosity began to appear on their faces full of fear.

There was no answer in the silent air, and Casey looked around and asked again, "Are you still here?" ”

A piece of drawing paper fell from the table again, "An invisible, enthusiastic friend." ”

"Like "Toy Story", "Ghost Pony Elf" and the like, can help other people's friends? Can you help me with my homework? I'll treat you to cookies. ”

Obviously, her question stopped the invisible friend, and it was a long time before a piece of paper fell again, "Can you change your wishes to a more complicated one?" Having a lot of money or staying with your dad all the time or something. ”

"But I need to finish my homework first."

"Do your own homework!"

As soon as the paper hit the ground, Casey was pressed against the table by an invisible force, and her head was pressed back when she wanted to look back, and it seemed that she would not be allowed to leave her seat without finishing her homework.

"Bad guys!"

Casey muttered indignantly, but when she raised her eyes, the light dimmed, and at that moment she saw a black humanoid silhouette standing behind her, and she couldn't see the face clearly, which made her close her mouth in recognition and choose to finish her homework obediently.

The white paper is painted in crayons and is followed by two square and triangular houses, followed by two larger stickmen, but at different ends.

Then she got caught up in the tangle, and several times she tried to paint a smaller figure, but erased it again, and felt that it was not suitable in any house, and at this moment a force manipulated her hand, and changed the roofs of the two houses, and at the same time narrowed the distance between the two larger stickmen.

Although they are still in different houses, the two roofs meet in the middle to form a new roof, and even if they don't use that force, Casey takes the initiative to draw a small figure under the new roof.

Multiply...... Zizi

After a burst of electricity, the lights in the room returned to normal, but Casey could no longer see the silhouette of the figure in the mirror, but she felt it necessary to draw the invisible friend of the family, so a dark figure appeared behind the little figure peeping quietly.

"Sweetheart, why haven't you slept yet?" Scott rubbed his eyes and opened the door and walked in, muttering, "I went to the bathroom and saw that the light was still on in your room...... Oh, my God! Who is this guy? ”

"It's the invisible friend, he's just in the room."

Scott felt a cold lightning rush from the soles of his feet to his head, and couldn't help but shiver, and said with a sneer: "Let's sleep together tonight, and then tomorrow Dad will take you to a priest to talk to." ”

……

Fang Juexia slowly opened his eyes in his apartment, his face was full of exhaustion, just a projection was as if he hadn't slept for a day and a night, it was too exhausting.

After the popular science video was broadcast, he felt hundreds of voices expressing a strong thirst, so he chose one of them to respond, and was immediately pulled into a room, saw a little girl, and learned her identity.

Although the little girl's sacrifice made him speechless, he still fulfilled her heart's desire, and the moment he completed it, he felt that he had established a kind of connection with the little girl.

The connection was like a thread that could break at any moment, and he could take the initiative to meet the little girl, but if the little girl resisted, he couldn't go.

But as this connection grows, he will be the dominant one, and since the old seal has not yet gained enough recognition, his projection is also very fragile, unable to speak, his limbs are uncoordinated, and it takes a lot of effort to pick up things.

As far as the crayon just now is concerned, he has already used all his strength to write a few words, and it feels like he is writing with his left hand, and it is difficult to control the crookedness.

It takes someone to keep craving him, and then make more and more connections to make the projection more powerful and clear, and to make multiple projections in a short period of time.