The translucent figure of "You are not a human" gradually emerged.

It was a middle-aged man whose square face was sunk by the iron hammer of Kitagawa Temple. He was wearing a black leather apron and boots on his lower body, and a white shirt soaked in black blood on his upper body.

Can you really communicate?

Kitakawaji frowned.

Logically speaking, resentment is the resentment of a person to the living after death, similar to something like longing for him.

Have you ever seen a person who can communicate with me?

This is obviously impossible.

The eyes of Kitakawa Temple were flickering with death.

Only then did he realize that the intensity of the resentment in the Miki Factory owner was not as high as the primary level, but he had some abilities that even the middle level resentment spirits did not have.

For example, be able to communicate.

For example, the puppets outside should have been made by him in this space.

"You are not a human," the middle-aged man howled and rushed over.

Kitagawa Temple frowned and threw the already broken iron hammer aside. He turned his hand and connected the silver light into a line, instantly cutting his throat open.

As mentioned earlier, although the owner of Miki Factory has wisdom, his combat ability is not high.

only

"Aren't you dead?"

Kitakawaji turned around.

Factory Manager Miki's figure became transparent and illusory again, and a faint shadow ran around the wall of the workshop, and finally entered a small room in front under the eyes of Kitagawaji.

But what does it mean if you are not a human? Are you talking about the question of death?

With the intention of cutting the grass and trying to get rid of the roots, Beichuan Temple rushed forward and kicked open the door of the small room.

The familiar smell of blood came, and there was a desk in the room, and a corpse was also tied and hung next to the desk.

But it would be a bit strange if it was said that this was a corpse.

Because the body has no skin on it, the whole skin was peeled off by someone with beautiful techniques.

Kitagawa Temple reached out without changing his face and flipped over and over the corpse hanging in the air several times, and found obvious signs of being dug open on its back.

In other words, when taking the skin, it starts from the back and then goes up to the scalp. The scalp is drooping with blood, and finally the whole skin is cut off bit by bit.

The blood is not black yet, it seems to be the unlucky guy who just broke in recently.

"Is this Nakamura built?" Kitagawaji murmured to himself as he looked at the human-shaped corpse.

It is indeed possible that this height and death were him.

Take off the skin of Jian Nakamura, then replace him, send a strange story to the id of the corpse puppet, so that more people can come to the abandoned factory of Sanmu dolls

I have to say that this Sanmu doll manufacturer is indeed much smarter than an ordinary vengeful spirit.

There are still bloody records on the desk.

‘I succeeded! A real doll can host a soul doll! I succeeded! Just use the blood and skin of a living person to make a soul-carrying doll! Give me some time and give me some time and I can experiment with the living person! I will definitely succeed!’

Turn the record down.

‘Why!? No, my research! My doll! I can’t do this! I’ve succeeded! I’ve already succeeded! Wait and see, those critics! Those who don’t like our factory! I must take revenge on you!’

Only one line of words is left at the end.

‘Miko and Rimi, don’t worry, the two of my favorite people, the fire will make us even more powerful’

"Will the fire make us even more?"

Kitakawaji was silent.

He had long guessed that the person who set the fire was the owner of the Sanmu doll factory.

But he didn't expect that before setting the fire, the owner of the Sanmu doll factory had been studying the matter of resentment on the doll.

And judging from his appearance, he still felt that he had succeeded.

The Sanmu Doll Factory opened in the Weigao Mountains in 1988 and was closed due to a fire in the second half of 1997.

Many people know this, but they did not analyze it based on the development background at that time.

At that time, something big happened in the Japanese economic circle and even in the global economic circle.

The Asian financial crisis in 1997.

At that time, the financial crisis also affected Japan.

Large enterprises have gone bankrupt, workers have lost their jobs, and social and economic depression.

As the popular Sanmu doll factory at that time, it was naturally swept into this devastating disaster.

The capital chain of the doll factory is simply unable to cope with this financial crisis that has swept the world.

The collapse of the Sanmu doll factory has become a foregone conclusion.

At this time, some economic critics also jumped out and criticized the Sanmu Doll Factory for wanton annexation and malicious competition.

The huge pressure from the outside world made the Sanmu doll factory owner go crazy. He grabbed the living workers in and tried to find a way to save him from trouble.

Later, the owner of the Sanmu doll factory who felt that he had succeeded burned the factory and buried the family in the sea of ​​fire.

Thinking of this, Kitakawaji couldn't help but look up at the record on the desktop again.

Will the fire make them even more powerful?

Could this sentence be that the doll factory owner has applied some of the techniques he has mastered to himself and his family?

After all, it was not only the factory owner who was burned to death, but also the factory owner's family.

Just as Kitakawaji was thinking about this problem, a terrifying tremor suddenly came from the ground in the room.

then

A ‘man’ came out from the ground.

A strong burning smell and a stench of corpse came from the other party, making people feel sick.

Kitakawaji looked up at this 'man'.

The reason I had to raise my head was because the human-shaped piece of meat in front of me was too tall.

The human-shaped flesh in front of him had three heads, two women and one man.

The two women's heads and faces were shriveled, like human leather hoods that had been dehydrated for a long time, one big and one small, and they should be the wife and daughter of the factory owner.

The male head in the middle is the undead of the factory owner who Kitagawa Temple had just seen.

Each of their heads had a look of pain, and their overly large and heavy bodies were sewn with various corpses.

The thighs made of human faces, the arms made of human thighs, and the spherical joints of dolls are key to splicing.

"It's indeed a family." Kitagawaji narrowed his eyes.

If the single factory owner's vengeful spirit is nothing, then the human-shaped piece of flesh with his wife and daughter has reached the level of a medium-primary vengeful spirit.

"Failed, failed, failed, failed, failed," the factory owner located in the middle murmured to himself, and finally made a shrill cry, rushing towards Kitagawa Temple with a rumbling sound.

snort!

The feet of Kitakawa Temple were intertwined, and they rolled in and rushed directly to the other party without dodging or avoiding.

Just so happened that he also wanted to know what would happen to him dealing with the middle-level vengeful spirits now.

Bang!!!

The squirting spirit was slammed into Kitagawa Temple's head like a beetle's fist.

Kitakawaji's feet were intertwined, and his hands were fixed and raised horizontally. While avoiding the heavy hammer, he pulled up a blood light and cut it up along the other party's outstretched arm!

Black liquid splashed everywhere!

But just when Kitakawaji wanted to continue to cut the entire arm in half, several white arms of puppets stretched out from the cutter and grabbed his wrist tightly.

Doll parts are hidden in the body!?

Kitagawa Temple's eyes flashed, and the dead energy and fire burst out suddenly, shattering the arms of several dolls while burning.

At the same time, he loosened his palms, and he pulled out the other party's flesh and blood for a long time, turning over and flashing through the other party's giant legs.

Kitakawa Temple can even see the human skin sewn on its thighs twisting like a living thing.

Kitakawaji grabbed the dough-like eyes with one hand and kicked it under his feet. He climbed over the head of the factory owner as lightly as a monkey. His other hand bent and stretched out, and his death breath quickly pulled Jianding into his hand.

He first rolled over the other party's wide back and avoided the grabbed palm, and made a cross-section, smearing the head of his daughter who was leaning against him.

However, because the blade of the joint was too narrow, the knife did not let the other party's head leave. The shriveled head was connected to about one-third of the skin, and the other party's shriveled face also showed a resentful look.

In response, Kitakawaji was just a short body, kicking the other person's head away with one foot, and wrapped his left arm around the black and blue dead air, inserted into the gap in the other person's neck.

The disgusting and smooth touch was entangled, but Kitagawa Temple ignored the fire stagnant on the left arm.
To be continued...