American exorcist god

The carving knife rubbed against the puppet, making a harsh noise. Xu Yi frowned slightly. Although he had seen the sturdiness of the puppet before, wasn't this too difficult?

It is difficult for him to even carve a single stroke now. At this rate, if he wants to carve a complete necromancy incantation, he doesn't know that it will take until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

The material used to make the puppet is just ordinary fir wood, which cannot have such hardness. It must have been washed away by resentment for a long time, causing the material to mutate.

Xu Yi put down the carving knife, held the flower tea glass, and warmed his hands.

When he was about to portray it, the puppet suddenly became bitingly cold, as if it was holding a piece of solid ice.

The chill wasn't real, just an illusion, but it affected him nonetheless.

"It seems that the other party is not that calm either!"

Xu Yi knew very well that Mary Xiao was up to something, but he didn't know why the other party didn't continue to "intimidate" him.

Since the other party didn't come, he didn't bother to pay attention and continued to concentrate on sculpting.

"Finally..." Xu Yi exhaled a thick breath.

There was a strange symbol on the puppet. He didn't know if it was because of the wood, but Xu Yi always felt that the symbol was glowing with blood.

It took him ten minutes to carve the first spell!

Xu Yi shook off his aching hand. When he picked up the carving knife and was about to carve the second incantation, he suddenly let out a soft sigh, "Why does it feel different?"

The carving knife easily carved into the puppet, and even the cold feeling disappeared, as if the puppet had really become an ordinary toy.

It only took 30 seconds to carve the second mantra.

"It seems that Mary Xiao has given up on this puppet!" Xu Yi thought to himself.

Resentment-impregnated substances are "personal belongings" of evil spirits. Xu Yi carved undead mantras on them, which is equivalent to leaving personal traces on other people's personal belongings.

The evil spirit is very mystical in this regard and may indeed give up. After all, the opponent is more than just a puppet.

The truth is this, but for some reason, Xu Yi always feels that this metaphor is weird.

In the following time, Xu Yi was completely immersed in the incantation of the undead.

Thanks to his painting foundation, his hands are very stable. Although it is his first time to use a carving knife, he can still use it with style.

As time goes by, puppet Billy's body is covered with dense necromancy incantations, making it look increasingly weird.

[Necromantic Spell +13, current progress: 13/100. 】

So much experience! Xu Yi's eyes lit up.

Having experience in filling out psychic entries, he knew that as long as he found the right method, it would not be difficult to fill up such entries.

Xu Yi became excited. If the information the housekeeper gave him was accurate, besides the puppet in front of him, there would be 62 more Mary Shaw puppets left.

If you can find all the puppets, even if the experience of the subsequent drawings is not as much as the first time, it will still be enough to fill up the Necromantic Mantra!

Xu Yi casually threw the puppet Billy aside.

This is undoubtedly a waste product, and the enhancement of spiritual sense is close to nothing, let alone the second step of "sealing the spirit".

Only when the entries are full can it be possible to create a perfect soul-sealed object.

He doesn't need to burn the puppets.

The undead spell on the puppet had no effect, but Mary Xiao didn't know about it. When the other party saw the dense spells on it, his scalp was probably numb, and he would not dare to control it again.

If the other party is really that reckless, that would be even better. After all, he had engraved the undead spell with his own hands. Maybe he could use the undead spell to lock the opponent's position.

Xu Yi walked to the window and looked out. The hotel under the night was as quiet as a cemetery.

The hotel workers could still be seen the night before, but now they have all disappeared. Only sporadic lights are on at the door. They are smart lights that will turn on automatically when the time is up.

The three people who came back late saw the hot meals in the restaurant's steam box and the warm reminder notes posted on the box. They all thought they came back too late and the staff had taken a break.

But only Xu Yi knew that except for the three exorcists and a cannon fodder mercenary, there was no one else in the hotel.

He saw with his own eyes the housekeeper and a group of staff sneaking out of the back door.

This was also within Xu Yi's expectation.

If you don't run away in advance, why don't you stay here and wait to die?

If it weren't for James' high price, these people wouldn't want to stay here at all.

After receiving several waves of "exorcism tour groups", these people may have learned from experience that once they return from the old theater, they must leave before night.

"But it's too quiet!" Xu Yi was still a little confused.

He made such a big noise in the house just now, throwing and stepping on the puppet Billy.

How can a mercenary and an exorcist couple remain indifferent?

This is definitely not normal. He was busy brushing up the entry experience of the Necromantic Spell just now, and now he finally has time to find out.

Xu Yi stood in front of the door and turned the door handle hard. With a click, the door lock was turned open, but Xu Yi tried his best to open the door.

"I see!"

No wonder no one came to investigate. It turned out that this room had been "isolated" by evil spirits. It was somewhat similar to the ghosts in the funeral home, but the situation was not that serious.

Xu Yi took out the exorcism lighter, lit it and burned the door with flames.

Anyone with a keen sense of spiritual awareness will find that a film of resentment is attached to the door, and now a big hole has been burned out by the ectoplasmic flames.

Xu Yi turned the door handle again, and this time there was no obstruction.

The door opened, and a flood of noise came over. Xu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then sighed leisurely, "It's really lively!"

To Xu Yi's left was the direction of the mercenaries, where there was continuous gunfire; to his right was the direction of the exorcist couple, with roars mixed with the ping-pong of things falling to the ground.

The voices on both sides echoed one after another, complementing each other, and it felt like listening to some kind of symphony.

But the next second, the gunfire suddenly disappeared, and the mercenary's room instantly became quiet.

"Is anyone there? Your takeout has arrived!" Xu Yi stood in front of the mercenary's room and knocked on the door.

no respond.

"Open the door! Check the water meter!" Xu Yi knocked harder on the door.

"Open the door quickly! Your boss ran away with his sister-in-law!" Xu Yi went from knocking on the door to smashing on the door.

The door was banged, but there was no movement in the room. Only then did Xu Yi take out the exorcism lighter and break the blockade on the door.

He pushed open the door and hid behind the wall, listening carefully to what was going on in the room.

He did this not because he was afraid of Mary Xiao's sudden attack, but because he was purely afraid of the highly nervous mercenaries who would give him a blow out of reflex.

Then his death was too unjust, and he was not willing to waste a resurrection coin like this.

Since there is danger, why go inside to explore?

Of course he was doing it for those puppets. In his eyes, the puppets were not substitutes for evil spirits, but walking "dead mantra experience packs"!

Xu Yi waited for another two minutes, and after making sure that he wouldn't be shot in the face, he looked in and was stunned for a moment.

The mercenary lay motionless in a pool of blood, with the fear of his life still on his face. His face was ferocious, and his pupils were filled with regret.