Thud...
Another gunshot rang out.
Du Wei stepped emotionlessly over the body as he left the room.
His gaze swept the surroundings.
In the darkness, many human silhouettes were approaching him.
There were six in total.
"If I'm not wrong, you must all be things that the Evil Spirit copied from ."
"Let's just call you dolls for now."
"But I have to ask, do you really think you can kill with just these imitators? Aren't you underestimating ?"
There was a trace of impatience in his tone.
Without the Evil Spirit making a move, there was no way re dolls could kill him.
He didn't carry a gun just to protect himself from the Evil Spirit.
Du Wei glanced coldly at the remaining six dolls, which were dressed just like him, and turned to head downstairs.
The current situation was.
Unfathomable events were occurring in the hotel, while the Evil Spirit lurked in the shadows.
And that Mrs. Mary Shaw could very well be one of these dolls.
Of course.
Whether she was a doll or not, Du Wei no longer wanted to continue playing with the Evil Spirit.
He was willing to risk danger to achieve his goal, even if he had to orchestrate it himself.
But that didn't an he liked being in a passive position.
Although he didn't understand why the Evil Spirit was acting so oddly,
Du Wei's goal had always remained the sa—to resolve the situation and leave safely.
However...
To Du Wei's surprise, as he walked downstairs, the dolls didn't move but watched him with dead, eerie eyes.
"Are you waiting for to make a mistake? Or have I not triggered your killing chanism yet?"
His tone was cold, but he was speaking to the Evil Spirit that had yet to appear before him.
The dolls didn't make a move, and he didn't fire his gun again.
Because if he ran out of bullets, he would have to resort to fighting with a knife or his bare hands.
Which ant he'd be in even more danger.
Just as.
When Du Wei reached the staircase, he stopped, his face turning very ugly.
Because down below, in the lobby,
many people had appeared out of nowhere.
There were n and won, and even the presence of Officer Allen.
And in the center of them was Mrs. Mary Shaw, with her multicolored coat and slightly hunched back.
The mont they saw Du Wei, everyone lifted their heads and looked at him with deathly, gloomy eyes.
Malice materialized at that mont and boiled over directly!
In his ears, a peculiarly weird and chilling woman's song began to play.
"Beware of Mary Shaw behind, her feast are children she would bind."
"Never glance her way, or blood will drain away."
"Lose your soul and turn to dolls, a nightmare's descent where heart stalls."
...
This was another version of the nursery rhy.
But the indescribably eerie song caused a strong urge in Du Wei to look back.
Yet behind him, he could feel a cold and dark chill.
It was like a cold wave, penetrating his clothes and infiltrating his body through the pores of his skin.
Every chill carried with it a breath of fear.
The situation was extrely dangerous.
The most terrifying thing was that Du Wei hadn't been aware beforehand; Spirit Vision had been utterly useless.
He gritted his teeth and directly opened the Black Umbrella.
This umbrella was the strongest life-saving item he had; as long as it was open, basically no Evil Spirit could lay a hand on him.
But at that mont, a pale woman's hand completely ignored the existence of the Black Umbrella, and rested directly on his right shoulder...
Du Wei's body stiffened, and a fine cold sweat seeped out on his forehead.
What's going on? The Black Umbrella is useless?
Right after that, sothing even more incomprehensible happened.
Another pale hand of a woman landed on his left shoulder, a chilling breath touched his neck, and that strange and cold woman's singing voice rang in his ears once more.
At that mont.
Horrifying images instantly surged through Du Wei's mind.
Standing at the top of a staircase with a Black Umbrella in hand, behind him was a female Evil Spirit resting both hands on his shoulders, leaning her head towards his neck, and singing a terrifying nursery rhy into his ear.
Never look back...
This thought erged in Du Wei's heart without reason, and it beca more and more ingrained.
Combined with another version of the horrific nursery rhy he'd heard, if he turned around, he would surely die.
And this Evil Spirit behind him could even ignore his Black Umbrella.
Among the Evil Spirits Du Wei had encountered, it was even more terrifying than the nun.
Surrounding him, the gloomy and oppressive feeling grew stronger and stronger.
Those standing in the hall downstairs, or rather the dolls, were all staring fixedly at him, marching step by step towards him.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway as well.
The six dolls that mimicked him were also closing in.
An inevitable death.
But the more this was the case.
The calr Du Wei beca, and his whole deanor turned chillingly cold, with his right hand emanating a hair-raising chill.
The transformation brought about by Evil Spirit Transformation was not just the ability to directly touch Evil Spirits, but it was more reflected in the ntal state.
The absolute rationality brought about by the loss of humanity.
All emotions were suppressed; positive or negative emotions simply did not exist for Du Wei.
The more it was like this.
The calr he was, and he went over all his experiences since coming to Yard City in his mind.
Dolls, Evil Spirits that never kill directly, and the surreal and horrific scenes.
Everything seed to be a trap, pushing him into a corner.
The Evil Spirit clinging to his back could even ignore sothing like the Black Umbrella.
Other things might be completely useless as well.
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But Du Wei precisely detected a hint of a slip-up.
If Evil Spirits could go to such lengths, why didn't it just kill him directly instead of having the dolls deal with him?
Was it to toy with him, or was it that it simply couldn't kill him directly and had to rely on dolls?
Du Wei inclined towards the latter.
As for the two versions of the nursery rhys, he didn't believe either of them.
Thus.
Without any hesitation, Du Wei turned his head and imdiately confronted an indescribable beauty.
It had no facial features, no hair, and one couldn't determine its gender.
But when Du Wei saw it, without any logic, he was certain its face was the most beautiful and perfect.
In the mont he turned.
The singing abruptly stopped.
But the steps of the dolls quickened, and one had already ascended the stairs and reached behind Du Wei.
However.
Du Wei paid them no mind, only staring intently at the Evil Spirit in front of him, his eyes calm to a disturbing degree.
"I know why you are doing this. It's because I don't satisfy your murder chanism, so no matter what you do, you can't kill directly."
"So, how should I address you, Evil Spirit Mary Shaw? Or Perfect Doll?"
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