Chapter 70

Ignoring the low, deep, miserable screams of Warwick beside him.

Louis came to Ella's side. Without hesitation, he stabbed a few more times and looked at Ella's neck.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

He slashed the neck open with one knife and propped up the spine with another. Like an evil scientist, blood flowed on the ground, screams echoed in the air, and every part of the corpse was left to be ravaged.

What was revealed inside the neck opening was a mixture of muscle and wood. Some iron objects could be vaguely seen inside the bones. Slashing the skin down along the neck, the flesh and blood inside were indeed mixed with many other materials, and even some exquisite gears could be seen rotating.

"To think it could really reach this point. Mary Shaw, this guy, her craftsmanship in making dummies is amazing."

This perfect dummy was too amazing. A corpse could maintain the vitality and posture of a living person, could accommodate an evil spirit to enter and control it, and could even deceive his vision after he had dripped cow tears to briefly open his Yin-Yang eyes.

This could only mean that she had modified this corpse to be as perfectly compatible as her own living body, which was why he couldn't see her possession.

Calling her an artist master was not an exaggeration.

In ancient times, she would be another famous folk evil warlock.

Louis suddenly wanted Mary Shaw's notebook.

He remembered that it seemed to record in detail the entire process and thoughts of Mary Shaw making dummies. If he got it, it would be another skill. Perhaps in the future, he could combine it with the Paper Doll Art for modification.

As for whether there was Paper Doll Art in the Left Path, Louis hadn't considered it at all. Just kidding, not having Paper Doll Art in the Left Path techniques was as ridiculous as not having Tifa in the 3D section.

Combining this exquisite perfect dummy art with paper dolls, puppetry, etc., might bloom with different brilliance.

Decided.

I want that notebook.

"That... Louis?"

At this time, the voice beside him called Louis back. Seeing it was Jamie, Louis asked while wiping his hands with the corpse's clothes, "What's wrong?"

Jamie looked at the youth Louis with horror.

The youth, who originally had an excellent temperament, now looked so terrifying.

Hands stained with blood, cutting flesh, observing textures... just like a butcher.

But it didn't look like he had any malice toward him. After all, it was he who beat back the evil spirit that had just been Mary Shaw.

Jamie forced himself to calm down, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

Louis wiped his hands clean and walked over. Jamie didn't move, but Warwick, who was still bleeding beside him, was full of terror, shouting something with "woo-woo-woo" in his mouth.

Louis glanced at him and looked at Jamie, "The truth? Let me show you something first. Come."

After saying that.

He brought Jamie to his father Edward.

Jamie's steps became heavier and heavier, his breathing rapid, his eyes fixed on his father, who was hanging his head and looked wrong. He had an ominous feeling in his heart. Following Louis's guidance, he looked behind his father.

!!!

A bolt from the blue.

Jamie's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, his whole body trembling, goosebumps appearing one after another. Pain, nausea, and sadness all surged up together.

Behind his father, there was actually a huge incision, and the inside had been hollowed out. All that remained were gears and a wooden stick used to control the dummy.

Yes, it was the kind of wooden stick used to control the head and mouth of a ventriloquist dummy.

Father, had become a living dummy!!

Then, then who was the one talking to him all along??

Scene after scene since he returned flashed by, and clues gathered together, all proving that the one talking to him had always been Mary Shaw. Father... had long been dead!

Although he didn't get along with his father, that was his last relative...

In grief, Jamie only felt a sense of nausea coming, his eye sockets turned red, and he finally couldn't help but lower his head and vomit.

Louis shook his head beside him, turning to look at Jamie with appreciation.

Jamie in front of him had been extremely calm from beginning to end. From the moment the dummy appeared in his home, even seeing his wife's miserable state didn't make him scream. After returning, his will was even more determined, and his courage was so great that he dared to dig a grave in the middle of the night. Even seeing Mary Shaw's terrifying face didn't make him scream. It wasn't until he knew his relative was dead that he finally broke down. His mental state was excellent~

After a while.

Louis then said, "Now do you know why?"

"Your father was already dead before. The one controlling your father was Mary Shaw, and your stepmother Ella was also her dummy."

As for the perfect dummy and so on, there was no need to explain it to him in detail.

"However, what she said earlier was true. She was indeed hunting down the descendants of those who pulled out her tongue and made her fall into silence."

Jamie recovered a bit. He looked at Louis weakly and asked, "What about you? How did you know these things, and why did you help me?"

"Hehe, I have a friend at MIT. Thanks to her, I have improved in mathematics, so sometimes I pay more attention to logic."

"Then the question arises. Since she was hunting down the descendants of those who killed her back then, and had already hunted you down to another city, how could she not kill your father who was right in front of her?"

"As for why I helped you, Mary Shaw and I have a small grudge, so naturally I can't let her kill you and get her wish. Besides, if I don't cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, I won't feel comfortable."

Speaking of this, combined with Louis's eyes full of cold light, Jamie felt a chill in his heart.

Wait.

Hunting down descendants... then why did she attack Lisa? Could it be... combined with the fact that he and Lisa were preparing for pregnancy... the answer seemed very obvious.

Pregnancy, his child, the little angel he longed for!

A line of clear tears slid from the corner of Jamie's eyes.

But soon, he restrained his sadness and looked at Louis with anger, "Louis, can you—"

"No, your existence is just a drag on me."

Louis interrupted directly. Just kidding, how many horror movies had accidents frequently and finally ended in total annihilation because of pig teammates? Although Jamie shouldn't count as a pig teammate, he was also useless, so it was better not to cause accidents.

After saying that, Louis didn't want to waste time. He had to go to the theater on the island in the middle of the lake, then completely solve Mary Shaw and get that notebook.

He glanced at Warwick, who was still bleeding, and casually poured a glass of water, taking out a yellow talisman from his body, "Divine water rises, ten thousand miles of essence light, five thunders spread Qi, destroy all inauspiciousness, return to the spleen and enter the stomach, penetrate the gallbladder and pierce the intestines..."

"Duo!"

Flames ignited, burning the yellow talisman to ashes, which fell into the water.

Then he threw them two amulets, "Just feed it to him, take the amulets and wait. By the way, give me your car keys."

Looking at Louis, who left majestically, Jamie couldn't help but put his hands together, praying to the gods and Buddhas in his memory: God, Odin, the Jade Emperor, Ra, the Feathered Serpent God...

Warwick beside him could only struggle to pick up the cup himself, swallowing the talisman water with blood.

He was afraid he would never forget what happened today for the rest of his life.

(End of chapter)