I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

On the other side, I saw Shen Jiangting fighting with Sadako.

The clay doll looked left and right, hooked its back and backed away, and returned to the stage room by itself.

Huddled in the corner, raised his hand and patted his chest to rejoice: "It's okay, it's still safe here."

As soon as the words fell, the clay doll heard the crisp sound of bells from the corridor outside the house.

He froze his face immediately, his eyes moved left and right flexibly.

Moving carefully, the clay doll stuck its ears up against the wooden wall.

I wanted to hear the bell that suddenly rang again, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it again.

Carefully sticking to the wall, the clay doll slowly moved out, its head sticking out from the door, but its body remained inside the house.

Turning his head, he observed the corridor outside the house, up and down, back and forth.

After not finding anything weird, he relaxed and stepped back.

As soon as he stepped back, he hit something on the back of his head, as if he had been kicked twice with his toes.

The clay doll's heart that had just been let go lifted up again.

A penetrating numbness spread across his back.

He turned his head stiffly, and in front of his eyes were a pair of limp, gray feet with corpse spots.

"Ghost ghost!" The clay doll yelled in a sharp voice, turned around abruptly, and backed away again.

He took a step back, and he could see that the hanged ghost with a red silk hanging around his neck would follow his steps and follow him one step at a time.

"You...you don't follow me." The clay doll shouted tremblingly: "Ancestors bless, ancestors bless."

It seemed that the prayer had worked, and the hanged ghost hanging on the red silk really stopped.

Seeing the timing was right, the clay doll turned around and wanted to leave the room.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she was face to face with a bride in wedding dress.

The bride was so strangely beautiful, she lowered her head and raised her eyes to look at him, her red lips curled up, and blood and tears flowed from her eyes.

She was standing at the door, and a gust of wind blew, stirring up the golden bell that was hanging on her shawl.

"Bai...Bai Wanwan!" The clay doll sat back in the room in fright.

This time, the back of his head bumped into that familiar thing again.

The clay doll turned its head, and it was indeed the hanged ghost following up, with corpse spot's feet.

"Bai Wanwan, you...are you dead?" The clay doll pointed at Wan'an with trembling fingers, with a hesitant expression on his face.

He stared at Wan An's pair of brown pupils, and saw that they were dull and lifeless.

Wan'an didn't get an answer, wanted to go out but Wan'an blocked the door,

The clay doll sat on the ground, hesitated for three seconds, and finally chose to bump away the hanged ghost blocking behind him, and rushed to the booth where the dolls were placed.

With its back against the puppet stand, the clay doll felt some comfort in her heart, and raised her finger to Wan'an who was standing stiffly at the door, and the hanged ghost floating at the door.

He shouted: "Whether you are dead or alive, I advise you to leave here quickly. If you dare to touch me, you will have good fruit to eat."

"Yes, is it?" Wan An sneered, and stopped every word he said.

She raised her hand, her movements were stiff, like a marionette being manipulated, she slowly approached the clay doll.

The red lips are slightly parted, and the words are teasing. Every sentence is not complete, without a trace of emotion and some nostalgia: "You are very similar to Mr. Mu."

"My great-great-grandfather..." The clay doll leaned against the booth and murmured, pointing at Wan'an with a little collapse: "Who are you, who are you!"

"Of course, you and your great-grandfather only look alike." Wan An waved his hand, and the red silk with the hanged ghost wrapped around the clay doll and dragged him to the ground.

The clay doll struggled to escape, but was pressed face to face by the hanging ghost who followed.

"You, what do you guys want to do?" The clay doll gritted her teeth and struggled.

He first glanced at Wan An, and finally his eyes fell on the dolls in the booth.

It's the last day at the end of the month, begging for a monthly pass, there will be more later