Chapter 71

Such towns usually have landmarks and maps, so Louis knew where the so-called theater was.

The red sedan sped fast. In the car, Louis looked at Billy beside him. This dummy was left behind by him on purpose.

Unfortunately, the old hag seemed afraid of his Yang energy and amulets and hadn't appeared in the car to make a surprise attack.

Fine, then let's have a head-on battle.

Sticking out of the car window, flames burned fiercely, instantly burning the dummy Billy in his hand. Facing the strong wind, the fire was rapid, and in the blink of an eye, it completely turned into charcoal, which was thrown out by Louis.

Clap!

Completely shattered.

Rumble!

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and lightning flickered vaguely like snakes, adding a touch of oppression.

Soon Louis arrived at the so-called Death Lake. In the center of the lake, there was indeed a building of considerable scale. Judging by the age, it was a style from decades ago. Because it was in the middle of the lake, he had to take a boat to get there.

Louis didn't hesitate. Amidst the thunder and lightning, he boarded the boat, shook the oars, and crossed the water.

Entering the theater, the inside was dilapidated, covered with dust and spider webs. Tables, chairs, curtains, etc., were also tilted. It could be seen that it had indeed been abandoned for a long time.

Looking at this theater, Louis stopped for a moment to think. Mary Shaw lived in this place. Since that was the case, it could only be the back of the theater.

Louis looked at the back of the stage. As everyone knew, the back of the stage was usually the place for actors.

Soon, Louis found a stone staircase located at the back. Feeling the faint coldness and the coal ball in his arms looking with straight, vigilant eyes, Louis knew he had found the right place, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Holding the slender dagger, he stepped on the stairs, tapping the iron handrail lightly, singing the nursery rhyme that showed Mary Shaw's ferocity.

"Mary Shaw, who stares at people with both eyes."

Clang!

"Holding a puppet as a child."

Clang!

"You little juniors must remember."

Clang!

"Don't scream when you see her in your dreams."

Clang!

In the empty building, Louis's voice echoed far away, and the sound of gold and iron clashing was even more soul-stirring, carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Mary Shaw, where are you? Didn't expect me to know this place, right?"

"I've come to find you."

"Don't you dare come out?"

"Do you need me to call out twice?"

"I'm calling, I'm calling..."

The mocking voice seemed to be taunting the other party.

Bang!

He kicked open the second-floor room violently. A white shadow flashed away at the windowsill.

Louis's footsteps didn't move at all, feeling disdain in his heart. It's already this time, and you still want to do these things, trying to increase psychological pressure on yourself.

Looks like you're out of tricks~

Hoo!

Several flames ignited around his body, lighting up the surroundings. Suddenly, with the help of the firelight, a ghost face suddenly appeared in front of him. It was so clear, ugly, and ferocious. A root of rotting, withered, or bright red tongues were twisted together. On that pale, wrinkled face, there were no eyes, only two pitch-black holes.

A complete ugly woman.

Louis's eyelids jumped slightly, and he immediately blew out the golden blade in his hand.

But the next second, Mary Shaw's figure actually disappeared directly, completely unable to see the trajectory of movement.

Sure enough, the abilities of these ghosts were really strange. If he didn't destroy all the dummies she made during her lifetime, she could change positions at any time.

But it doesn't matter, it's time for my second favorite part: arson.

Dummy, hehe...

Louis looked at the exhibition cabinet covered by a red cloth not far away and lifted it lightly.

Neatly arranged, top and bottom, a rich variety of dummies were all looking straight at Louis.

The next moment.

"Ahhhhh!!"

A shrill, vicious, overlapping scream rang out.

One by one, the faces of the dummies began to turn into ghost faces, stretching, extending, circling, breaking through the exhibition cabinet, and rushing out just like that.

At the same time, the whole room echoed with various voices, some sad, some violent, some fierce, some terrified.

"No! Don't kill me!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Damn bitch! Ah!!"

"Child, no, ahhhhh!"

"..."

As expected, these were all the last words of the people killed by Mary Shaw during her lifetime.

Must say, this scene was simply noise pollution, and too many similar screams could easily hit the soul directly. Fortunately, Louis had done many bloody things, so he could still hold on.

Louis forcibly stabilized his mind. On his shoulders and top of his head, three Yang fires burned fiercely. On his chest, in his pocket, all the statue amulets on his body burned together, forming a golden thin film, blocking the group of ghost faces that kept extending and wrapping around. At the same time, he operated his internal Qi, fully exerting the Fire-Manipulation Art, and released a big move.

Whoosh!!!

One orange light spot, two, three, ten...

Suddenly expanded!

More than a dozen half-meter-high fireballs exploded toward the exhibition cabinets in the whole room.

At the same time, Louis's eyes turned sharply. He had to find which dummy Mary Shaw was hiding in!

Cow tears had already been dripped.

When the fireballs exploded and the firelight illuminated the whole room, Louis saw it.

Right there in the corner, a dummy whose appearance was extremely similar to the clown in the memory of IT was moving its hands and feet. On its body, Mary Shaw's ugly soul was attached, and at this moment, it was heading toward the window, wanting to escape.

"This time, you're dead!"

Duo! Duo! Duo!

Peach wood needles flew out one after another.

And mixed in was a Willow Leaf Golden Blade that was also held under his tongue, all hitting the dummy together.

Golden light bloomed!

"Ahhh!!!"

Without a dummy to transfer, Mary Shaw, wearing a black dress, suddenly manifested at this moment. A big hole in her chest was emitting golden light, and her whole body was collapsing, turning into streams of black smoke and disappearing.

Clearly, the Willow Leaf Golden Blade's ability to slash souls and destroy spirits was enough to deal with Mary Shaw. If once wasn't enough, twice would always do.

"No! No! No!"

"Damn it! I haven't killed the last person of the Anson family yet!"

"Who are you?! Who exactly are you?! Why did you suddenly appear to stop me! Why!!"

Louis, however, restrained his desire to show off at this time. He didn't have the habit of being a villain and talking nonsense to give the other party a chance to turn the tables. He blew another breath, and the golden light flashed again!

Accompanied by shrill screams, Mary Shaw's figure completely dissipated in the air.

Looking at this scene, Louis's eyes flickered slightly.

Then he looked at the flames beside him that had completely burned the exhibition cabinet and were burning toward the four corners of the room. Louis reached out and used the last bit of internal Qi.

All the flames seemed to be pulled and came to Louis's hand, turning into a long fire dragon along Louis's hand, and were led out of the window, diving into the lake water with a plunge.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!!

Water mist curled, and the scene of water and fire was quite beautiful.

Louis didn't care about these. Looking at the completely burned exhibition cabinet, he began to check one by one, until he checked the entire exhibition cabinet.

Confirming that all the dummies were burned, Louis began to look for the notebook.

Finally, he found a black-covered notebook on a table, which recorded in detail the production process and parameters of various dummies. Of course, the most important thing was the record about the perfect dummy.

It not only stated the production materials but also had views of various human body gear insertions and modifications, which looked extremely professional. Even Louis, a layman, could understand some of it.

Can only say Mary Shaw is worthy of being an artist.

Professional ability is truly solid.

Of course, now all of this belongs to Louis.

Afterwards, Louis walked out, but didn't leave.

(End of chapter)