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Chapter Thirty-Three The Flame and the Madman

 Angel's tone did not sound like she was talking to her brother, who was said to have a very good relationship with her. Her tone was flat, as if Alex was just a stranger to her with whom she had no friendship.

No, that's not quite right. Her numbness was enough for Yu Xing to feel a nerve called "despair" and "death" in her mind.

After being called out by Angel, Alex, who was panicked just a second ago when the door was closed and his escape route was cut off, immediately changed into a look full of bad humor.

The young man who looked like he had just grown up smiled slightly, took the initiative to walk to her side, and lifted the silk that bound Angel's neck twice.

He said softly: "Yes, Angel, these are the last three."

Then he raised his head: "I'm sorry, exorcists. Unfortunately, your adventure game ends here."

Yu Xing: "..."

York: "Tsk."

"Wait, this?" Martha was confused for a moment, and then a feeling of anger and fear of being deceived came to her heart at the same time.

Mom, Alex is the wizard? She can't turn this corner, no, no, no. The most important thing is, what do you mean they are the last three?

There was an expression on Alex's face that was not consistent with his handsome face. It was like a poisonous snake biting its prey. It didn't kill it immediately. It only injected the venom and slowly watched the prey struggle.

Then he frowned.

These three people didn't seem to be as panicked as he imagined - Roy and York even had a trace of leisurely contentment on their faces that made him very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to make any mistakes at this stall, so he sneered, lowered his head and said to Angel, who was emotionless: "Kill them with your dolls, and you will be free soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xing heard the dolls in this space move together.

The clicking sound was particularly obvious in the small space. Then, the dolls that seemed to have not absorbed the human soul started to move. It was the same as when Yu Xing found the first doll from under the guest bed. As long as he stared at the doll,

It won't move.

But the problem now is... there are too many dolls here.

When they stare at one area, a doll will start crawling toward them on the other side, and if the person blinks, the doll in the attic is obviously much more agile than the one below. In the time it takes a few people to blink, the doll can get a lot closer.

Martha gritted her teeth, took out the last pile of yellow talismans, lit them silently and threw them into the pile of dolls——

"boom!"

What she didn't expect was that the flames on the yellow talisman ignited, and a large number of dolls fled in panic, as if they were afraid of the talisman.

While Martha was stunned, Yu Xing's voice sounded faintly: "Dolls are afraid of fire. Otherwise, why do you think Mrs. Brown would use Mr. Brown's illness to light the fireplace on the first floor?"

Mr. Brown is crazy and has nothing to do with Nuan Nuan or half a dime, so what Mrs. Brown is going to lie about must be meaningful.

Yu Xing guessed the function of the fireplace almost as soon as she knew that Angel had learned witchcraft... In fact, it was just a layer of defense on the first floor. If a doll appeared on the first floor, she could quickly find the source of the fire and drive it away.

It is a pity that this skill did not reach Susan's ears when Mrs. Brown disappeared in the garden. She obviously did not know this, otherwise she might not have been able to drive away the doll called "Sister" when she approached the fireplace for the first time.

These were all things Yu Xing had thought of before. Now, in the slightly cramped attic space, with countless dolls approaching him, he didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

He took out his lighter from his pocket - the detective character smoked. Although he had not smoked since he started acting, he moved the lighter from his handbag to his trousers pocket.

Now is the time to make a difference!

He pulled the cardboard box containing things aside, lit it with a lighter and threw it into the pile of dolls. With the help of the yellow talisman that Martha threw out, he managed to control the situation in a short time.

York raised the cross, and wisps of black mist overflowed from the center of the cross. The black mist that had previously revealed Lucia's original form of death penetrated into the dolls, slowing them down and even tending to become stiffer and stiffer.

Yu Xing still had time to ask: "This cross is so powerful, what exactly is it used for?"

The cross is a sacrifice and will not be weakened by deduction, so even if it is not related to the restraint of doll witchcraft in this deduction game, it can still function normally.

He didn't think it was rude to ask. York had already used it. He wasn't asking about specific abilities, he was just curious, so he asked about the general direction.

York didn't hide it either, he said: "It's for purification."

The scope of purification is very wide, maybe sending ghosts and ghosts to pieces...can it be considered a type of purification?

However, it seems that the purifying power of the cross is indeed purifying certain impurities, such as the living appearance of the dead Lucia, or the ghostly aura given to the dolls by Angel.

As the ghost energy weakens, the doll will naturally become weaker as well.

The three people here gave how to deal with it. Angel sat there quietly, with fine beads of sweat oozing out on his white skin.

Alex was not anxious at all. In his opinion, these three people were just resisting. He had seen many, many such people who did not want to accept the fate of death and had to struggle in his hands.

He could see that the little girl with twin tails didn't have much talisman left in her hand, and Roy, who thought he was smart, but was actually being fooled by him, didn't have enough combustibles to ignite, and they would soon be lost again.

Ability to resist.

The only trouble was this guy named York. The smell emanating from the cross in this guy's hand made him feel uncomfortable and even afraid.

Alex grabbed a few dolls and approached York.

Yellow talisman? Burning debris? None of these are nothing to him. As long as he protects these dolls and throws them at York, the only threat will be gone.

Thinking like this, Alex's eyes were full of crazy joy. In his opinion, Roy, York, and Martha naturally saw his actions, but none of them had the power to stop him!

It's close, very close.

Alex laughed loudly and threw the dolls towards York!

"Hahahahaha... just in time, if you die, I can still take your cross and study it -"

Before he could finish speaking, he only saw the light of something flashing in front of him.

To make it easier for Angel to make dolls, a light was installed on the top of the attic.

At this time, the slender blade reflected the light from the top, reflecting a staggered cold light.

York held the cross steady with his left hand without moving, and with his right hand he pulled out the awkward fruit knife from his waistband, and with an astonishingly flexible knife technique, he cut off all the dolls thrown in front of him!

Yu Xing guessed that this person's strength was not simple. He didn't expect that he was so powerful. I'm afraid he was not a simple person in reality.

He couldn't help but give York a little more of his gaze on the doll, and saw a sick smile on York's lips. His expression was even crazier than that of Alex, Susan, and Mrs. Brown who were already cold!

It's like a bunch of mentally ill people are bullying a doctor in a white coat. Unexpectedly, this doctor is played by the most ruthless mental patient. As soon as his true nature is revealed, he compares himself to all the other mentally ill people.

The madness in York's body makes people's hearts palpitate.


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