The pungent burnt smell, the cold air, the sky covered by blood.

The dead trees, with dry and twisted branches, are weak, as if someone has hung them on them.

At the foot of Kitagawa Temple is pale yellow loose and cracked soil, and not far from him is the burnt black doll making workshop.

There is nothing around this space, about one or two thousand square meters in size, and nothing else can be seen.

Everything around seemed to be covered by the rolling cruel bloody sky.

"This resentful spirit actually has such special ability." Kitakawaji was holding a hammer and did not rush into the doll production workshop. He searched around and found out about the surrounding environment before muttering to himself.

The world is so great.

The vengeful spirit hidden in the abandoned factory of this doll not only possesses a certain amount of wisdom, but also can create such a space.

But Kitakawaji also knew that this vengeful spirit would definitely not have particularly strong combat capabilities.

If his combat ability is strong, he would not pretend to be a god like before, and just come out and cause trouble for Kitakawaji.

After searching around without success, Kitakawaji no longer hesitated and walked towards the factory workshop.

Unlike the bloody sky outside, this workshop seemed to be able to swallow all the light, and it was pitch black inside and could not see your five fingers.

Kitakawaji took out the flashlight again, turned on the light, and began to sweep the surrounding environment.

This doll production workshop connects the other one in front, surrounded by complete machines with crystal glossy shining.

On the other side of the machine, there are many dolls that are only half assembled.

It seems that in this factory workshop, there are still people working endlessly so far.

Will assemble the doll later?

There are still polishing tools on the workbench where the doll is assembled.

But besides those there seems to be a paper document left.

Kitakawaji walked over and picked it up.

This was a shabby economic financial report at that time, and there were still bloody marks of unwillingness on the financial report.

As soon as he saw the title on this financial report, Kitakawaji couldn't help but flash his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "So that's it."

Indeed, if this happens, it is inevitable that the Sanmu doll factory will go bankrupt even if it is not set on fire.

The speculations in Kitakawaji's mind are becoming more and more verified.

But he didn't seem to find it.

On this workbench

The dolls lying quietly on the ceiling of the entire production workshop seemed to have a vague movement.

First, his wrist twisted, then his neck trembled, and his tightly closed eyelids seemed to be lifting up.

Then

The cold death breath lingered in the dark blue flames, attached to the dolls, and it burned even more violently as if it had encountered gasoline.

But strangely, although the blue flames were burning, there were no burning marks on the doll.

But even so, the sharp and miserable screams like children still tore through the dead silence of the workshop.

"The combination between fire and death." Kitagawaji blinked and withdrew his palm.

The fire-staying encounter is a fire that is fueled by the soul in the gods’ shrine, and the dead energy will gradually erode and cling to the vengeful spirits hidden in the doll. The combination of the two will bring the effect to the whole group.

"But aside from these," Kitakagiji's eyes condensed, and the sledgehammer in his hand flipped and pointed at the air in front of him and smashed it with all his strength!

"roar!!!!"

A strange and strange cry came from the air, and Kitakawa Temple seemed to hit something, and the wooden hammer handle was bent to its limit.

Then

The touch of hitting something disappeared, and under the dead eyes of Kitagawa Temple, a transparent figure emitting dark resentment ran towards another workshop.

Half of his body seemed to have been deformed by Kitakawaji, but the speed was still very fast.

It seemed that he had noticed Kitagawa Temple's gaze, and the twisted figure accelerated and directly hid into the next workshop.

Beichuan Temple snorted coldly, like a butcher executioner, and began to use the stationary fire to burn everything around.

For a moment, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and countless elementary and low-level resentful spirits were stained with fire, and their spirit bodies were burned and destroyed.

The sledgehammer in his hand fell down bloody and cruelly, smashing countless dolls whose tools were not dead yet.

When the dolls saw him, they ran away in scattered like rats seeing cats.

"Run, run, I see where you can run." Kitakawaji licked his lips, his face was filled with energy, and a cold smile seemed to appear on his expressionless face.

He investigated the surrounding environment in advance because he considered that such a thing would happen.

This space is only about one or two thousand square meters, and the dolls can't go anywhere no matter how hard they run.

And these resentful spirits hiding here and killing many people. When they were caught by him, they would definitely be knocked to the point where they were not even left.

Nishikotsu was lying on the neckline of Kitagawa Temple and also showed an evil and cold smile appropriately.

This big and small one are like the most terrifying resentful spirit, with deep blood and energy, walking towards the next workshop step by step.

At the waist of Kitakawa Temple, the Kagura bell was still ringing. I don’t know if it was to remind the resentful spirits around Kitakawa Temple or remind the resentful spirits that Kitakawa Temple appeared around Kitakawa Temple.

Kitakawa Temple burned all the previous workshop with fire, and then came to the next doll making workshop after almost all.

This doll production workshop does not seem to be responsible for producing doll parts, but instead gives doll parts to places that are classified.

The extremely smooth legs connected by spherical joints, the doll heads in plastic bags

The cruel side of the slaughterhouse did not arouse Kitagawa Temple's thoughts.

He held a sledgehammer and smashed a doll that suddenly pounced on his back to pieces.

The action is tyrannical and bloody.

Then he raised his hand and set the fire without saying a word, and then sprinkled a handful of death at the dolls hanging on the ceiling to keep the fire alive.

For a moment, there were another howling of ghosts and wolves.

Some of the dolls who were hiding in the corner and trying to escape from the workshop were also caught by him, and all of them broke their heads.

Kitakawaji didn't care about the vengeful spirits who ran to the next workshop, but just muttered coldly:

"Yes, run, I see where you can go."

You all have to explain here today.

He raised his hand, and the hammer smashed half of the resentful expression of a doll like a dagger.

When there was no abnormality around and the Kagura bell did not ring again, Kitagawaji took a look at the sledgehammer.

Through the corrosion of the dead air, part of the iron sledgehammer has been eroded into iron, and some remaining areas have been rusted.

but

"There is another one here, which is also convenient for me."

Kitagawa Temple saw another hammer in the corner that was exactly the same as the hammer in his hand. He threw down the defective product and pinched the hammer into his hand.

It’s not that he doesn’t use both.

Instead, the use of both deciduous energy requires much more than a hammer. Kitagawa Temple uses both deciduous while setting fires, which makes it a bit unbearable.

After all, he didn't know what kind of methods the factory owner had to do next. It was always right to keep some dead energy to ensure that it was guaranteed.

He dragged the sledgehammer and crossed the workshop to a wall in front of him.

This is a separate wall, not used to support the workshop.

The wall stands alone in this place, and you can see the names written on it.

This may be the so-called name-leave wall.

Some people's names have turned black and distorted, and there is still a slight resentment on the entire wall.

This is not a wall of name left, it is obviously very strange.

"It's a great harm to people."

Kitakawaji murmured to himself, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and hit the wall of Zuan Ming with a hammer!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Clang

The entire wall was smashed and knocked down by Kitakawa Temple.

Since then, there has been no more strange talk about leaving a name wall in the Sanmu Doll Factory.

“The next place.”
To be continued...