I have nightmares to get stronger

Chapter 154 The Fallen Doll
There was a melodious singing voice in Han Dong's ears. The lyrics seemed to be telling a story, but Han Dong couldn't finish listening patiently. Although the singing voice was melodious, it was full of loneliness and a strange tune, which made people feel I couldn't help but feel depressed.

Coupled with the sealed spirit world that appeared all around, Han Dong knew that he should be being targeted by someone, but he didn't know if the other party's target was him or everyone passing by here.

"Come out, don't play tricks." Han Dong said in a deep voice, with a flash of inspiration in his right hand, a meteor hammer like a "yo-yo" dropped from his palm.

This is an ordinary meteor hammer that has not been integrated into the Lingfu Yata. In the official battle, Han Dong still wants to use the meteor hammer that can be stretched and shortened at will. When using the Meteor Hammer, the combat power is greatly increased, and the attack range will also be much larger, while the attack range of the spiritual flail is too small, so it is only possible to use it in close combat.

Crack, crack, crack~
There was a strange rubbing sound, and after a while, a ceramic doll slowly appeared from the street. The dense cracks seem to be pieced together from fragments.

In the hands of this ceramic doll, a spindle is tightly held, which looks as if it has been dismantled from a spinning wheel. The surface of the spindle is wound with gray silk threads as thick as hair. From these gray threads, Han Dong could feel the wailing of countless souls in pain.

A light flashed in Han Dong's eyes, and the attributes of the monster in front of him suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

[Fallen Puppet Gabdi, Level 6, Attribute, Physical Quality 22, Mental Power 31, Spiritual Power 8, Soul Absorption, Hell Flame, Death Coil, Reconstruction, Hell Soul Song]

"A level six monster, why is Xibo City so chaotic now, any monster can appear." Han Dong's face was ugly. Although it was a level six monster, its attributes were not as good as Han Dong's.

But this monster has many skills, and none of them seem simple.

"Hell's Soul Song?" Han Dong was taken aback when he saw the last skill of the monster. Could this skill be the weird song that kept echoing in his ears?

Han Dong's complexion changed, and he opened the personal attribute interface. Sure enough, all his attributes turned red, his physical fitness became 28, his mental power became 30, and his spiritual power became 9 points.

Moreover, the bad effect of "Song of the Dead" also appeared in the status bar, and it has been superimposed to 2 layers.

"Damn it, I can't continue to listen. If I continue to listen, my attributes may be weakened to a terrifying level." Han Dong kicked his feet, and his figure rushed towards the fallen doll like lightning.

What moved faster than Han Dong was the spiritual meteor hammer in his hand. Originally, he was still more than ten meters away from the fallen doll, but after rushing three or four meters forward, the meteor hammer in his hand suddenly flew away. Going out, there was a low whistling sound in the air, and it smashed towards the head of the fallen doll.

There was a strange smile on the face of the fallen puppet, and scarlet rays of light bloomed in both eyes. Seeing the meteor hammer hitting him, the puppet suddenly let out a piercing laugh, and the spindle in his hand suddenly spun rapidly. up.

Strands of gray silk threads flew out from the spindle and wound towards the meteor hammer. After a short while, the gray silk thread wrapped the entire body of the meteor hammer.

The meteor hammer, which was exuding pale golden light, was now entangled by a group of gray silk threads, suspended in the air, and formed a state of wrestling.

At the same time, Han Dong could feel a strong suction coming from these gray silk threads, constantly sucking his mental and spiritual power.

"It's really difficult!" Han Dong frowned slightly, and with a thought, the spiritual meteor hammer collapsed and disappeared in the air, and the gray silk thread wrapped around it, after losing its target, was slowly taken back by the fallen puppet. wound on the spindle.

Accompanied by the mourning song from hell, the fallen puppet actually began to sing a nursery rhyme.

"Dad was drunk and beating mom"

"Mom cried sadly and kept cursing"

"I hid under the bed and got scared"

"Only the puppet is by my side, and I hug it tightly"

"Dad took the ax and chopped off Mum's head"

"Mum's head rolled under the bed and kept looking at me"

"Run, run, my boy, get out of this dreadful place"

"Remember, bring your puppet"

"It will protect you, just like a mother"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

……

The voice of the fallen puppet is clear, ethereal and long, but it always gives people a kind of eerie feeling.

It walked towards Han Dong step by step, with an evil light in its eyes and a weird smile on its face.

In the eyes of the fallen puppet, Han Dong has become its prey, and will add a special soul thread to the spindle in his hand.

Seeing the monster getting closer, Han Dong took a deep breath, and quickly waved his hands in front of his chest.

Fireball!
Three spirit talismans floated out of nowhere in front of his chest, and after a moment of hesitation, another spirit talisman flew out from the gate of the mind and merged into the spirit art model of the fireball technique. In an instant, the four spirit talismans merged perfectly together. A light blue fireball the size of a fist appeared in front of Han Dong.

"Die." Han Dong said softly, with a thought, the light blue fireball, like a bullet, flew towards the fallen doll, leaving a straight trace in the air;

Boom~
There was a violent roar, and the fireball exploded, smashing the fallen doll into pieces, and the fragments splashed everywhere. On each fragment, a light blue flame was burning, burning like tarsal maggots;

"Insta-kill?" Han Dong was taken aback. He didn't expect that the fireball technique integrated with the spirit symbol Yata would be so powerful. The flying speed was so fast that the fallen doll could not react, and the powerful one was even more powerful. .

What's even more frightening is that the flames after the explosion are still burning every piece of debris, as if they will never stop until they burn the doll to ashes.

Han Dong walked forward slowly, looking at the ceramic shards burning with flames all over the floor. These shards kept jumping on the ground, as if they wanted to reassemble, but it didn't take long before they turned red under the burning of the flames. It softened, and finally turned into a black strange substance, which slowly disappeared under the burning of the flame.

"Where's the spindle in its hand?" Han Dong suddenly thought of the weapon in the fallen doll's hand. Just by looking at its appearance, he could tell it wasn't a mortal weapon. It must be a spiritual weapon. In the real world, Han Dong didn't have a weapon that belonged to it. What about his spiritual weapon?

Looking around, Han Dong finally saw the spiritual weapon in a corner. At this time, the spindle was lying quietly on the ground, emitting a faint gray light.

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(End of this chapter)