Fifteen years ago.

　　 Boll, wearing a raincoat, ran fast in the rain. The beer he finally bought was held tightly in his arms.

　　 Because of his father, Edward said that if a drop of water falls on the beer, it will lock him and his brother together.

　　 Boll doesn't want to be with his brother, because his brother is not a human at all.

　　 He is just a puppet who has no emotions, no body temperature, or even breathing.

　　 Boll didn't understand his father, why he had to say that the doll was his brother, and he didn't want to treat the doll as his brother. But under the threat of his father's belt, he obediently tacitly didn't dare to refute.

　　 The low two-story building appeared in front of Boll. Boll tightened the brim of his raincoat, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door and walked in.

　　 There is no light in the room, and it's dark. Only by the lightning that is not passing through the window, can I barely see the furnishings of the room.

　　 But Boll was not surprised. His father didn't like lights, and the curtains were closed even during the day. In the dark, he skillfully took off his raincoat and hung it on a hanger next to it.

　　 "Dad, I bought beer."

　　 Bol carried the tightly tied plastic bag containing the pack of canned beer.

　　 The TV in the living room is still on, and horror movies are still playing on the screen. A decayed corpse was struggling to get out from underneath, making a scalp-tingling roar...

　　 After all, Boll is only a seven or eight year old child. In the dim room, listening to the oozing roar, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

　　 tremblingly walked to the sofa with his back to him, Boll carefully put the beer on the coffee table, and turned his head and whispered, "Dad, beer..."

　　 Boll's expression suddenly solidified. After a while, he let out a scream, and hurriedly backed away like an electric shock.

　　 A melting wax figure slowly got up from the sofa. The wax oil tickled like a bead of sweat, tickled tickly off the body, fell to the ground, and solidified into patches of grease.

　　 Boll was almost frightened, just curled up in the corner, staring blankly at the wax figure who was slowly approaching.

　　 "A poor child again? Edward, this guy, just likes playing house games."

　　 The wax figure smiled disdainfully.

　　 "There is no way, a long life, you always need some adjustments."

　　 In the shadow, a middle-aged man slowly appeared with his hands on his back.

"dad!"

　　 Boll hurriedly ran to the middle-aged man, but was kicked by the opponent.

　　 "Useless things, go away!"

　　 "Hey, your temper is as bad as ever." The wax figure smiled gloomily, "Without a perfect skin, it can't be a long life, right?"

　　 "It's not because of you **** that Jamie can't use it at all."

　　 "To each other, Jamie should belong to me... and Mary!"

　　 "Mary Shaw? I have finished repairing it, but still so beautiful and charming. Would you like to meet?"

　　 The wax figure roared and rushed at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man showed his hands on his back, and it was only then that Boll saw that his father was holding two sharp knives in his hands.

　　 "Escape!"

　　 Looking at his father who was fighting with the wax figure, the only thought in Ball's mind at this time was to run quickly.

　　 He stumbled up and ran upstairs subconsciously. After pushing open a door and locking the door tightly, Boll realized that he had run into his brother's room.

　　The exquisite doll lying on the bed exudes white light for some reason. Boll walked forward tremblingly, reached out and pulled up the quilt, preparing to cover the doll.

　　 But the moment he accidentally touched the doll with his hand, he didn't remember anything.

　　***

　　 "So it was my soul who ran into the room," the translucent boy murmured, "and when I was downstairs, I was killed by my father."

　　 "For him, you are just a toy to kill time in his free time."

　　 A translucent old woman in a black dress quietly appeared beside the little boy, reached out her hand to touch his head, and sighed silently:

　　 "Thanks to your leaning over, Jamie left this town. Otherwise, as early as 15 years ago, they would have succeeded."

　　 The old woman slowly stepped forward, and Jamie, who fell on the ground, began to emit white light. After a while, the old woman and Jamie merged.

　　 Jamie opened his eyes, his pupils had turned grayish white. He stood up slowly, looked at John who was already staring, and suddenly put an index finger to his mouth: "Remember, don't scream!"

"what……"

　　Jamie suddenly screamed up to the sky, and the terrifying screams gathered into a black wave, centering on himself, spreading around.

　　 John was caught off guard and was directly shot in the grave by the wave. Fortunately, the viscous liquid underneath had almost been scooped by him, otherwise he would have to drown him.

　　 But even so, John can only hold his head, unable to struggle in the mud.

　　 In his mind, the picture of his wife's tragic death swallowed by flames flashed continuously.

The pain of bereavement pierced John’s heart. If it were not for his strong willpower, John would barely remember the last words Jamie said to himself, and gritted his teeth, otherwise he would have been screaming. Woke up.

　　 Although John can hold it, the others are not so strong.

　　 All the mummy puppets couldn't help but scream up to the sky the moment they touched the black volume. Immediately, the tongues of these puppets all flew out of their mouths out of thin air, and then they turned into powder and floated away.

　　 "No, Mary... I didn't mean it~lightnovelpub.net~ I always wanted to go back to Ambrose with you... Please, I can't die yet... I can't..."

　　 The farmer clutched his head and rolled desperately on the ground. After holding on for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it and opened his mouth to scream.

　　 With a muffled sound, the farmer turned into countless translucent fragments and scattered all over the ground.

　　 "The female demon wailing?"

　　Ella stood on the spot with her teeth gritted, and the black sound passed over her body after wave, making her body tremble, but she never opened her mouth to scream.

　　 "Mary Shaw, your trick is useless to me, don't forget, my body now is actually you."

　　Ella gritted her teeth and walked slowly towards Jamie.

"Thanks to Gerrold for lifting his restriction on staying in Jamie's body, and thanks to you blasting him away. Now this perfect body will belong to me. Don't worry, Mary Shaw, I will keep your body well. , After all, you look really good, wow ha ha ha..."

　　Ella’s laughter stopped abruptly because she saw an incredible picture.

　　 Xie Lun is carrying the iron shovel and is walking over nonchalantly.

　　 "How could you...?" Ella's eyes widened, "It's just a mere mortal, how can you resist the scream of the banshee?"

　　 "What banshee is wailing, isn't it just noise?" Xie Lun took out his ears impatiently. "Apart from making my headache worse, there seems to be no other adverse reactions."

　　 Saying, Xie Lun slapped Ella to the ground with a shovel, then **** the shovel and thrust it into her mouth.

　　 "No, it's not fair...unfair..."

　　 In Ella’s horrified eyes, Xie Lun smashed her teeth like a walnut, pried her mouth open, and then reached out and grabbed the tongue inside and pulled it out.