York noticed Yu Xing's gaze, grinned, and then whistled loudly. As the shattered doll fell to the ground and struggled to put itself back together, he mercilessly kicked it away.

Whether intentional or coincidental, one of the dolls that had been cut down flew past Alex's cheek and crashed into the ceiling with a muffled sound.

Alex looked at York with a surprised expression.

But he quickly smirked, touched his wind-blown face, and locked his evil, bloodthirsty gaze on York.

Martha exclaimed, "We're out of talisman papers!"

She felt a bit desperate. Fire could only drive away the dolls, but to make them stop completely, they would have to directly confront Angel, who controlled the dolls. However, there was a large army of dolls between them, as well as the agile Alex, the wizard.

Otherwise, York's sacrificial cross would be very useful. Martha might have already been caught by the approaching dolls and doomed.

Why, why could she only bring props and not use sacrificial items?

She had already noticed that the system had different levels of ability restrictions for the three of them. Her sacrificial items were restricted, and York could only use one sacrificial item. It was possible that props were also restricted for him, and Roy was in an even worse situation. From start to finish, it seemed like he hadn't used a single prop or sacrificial item, clearly in a state of complete restriction.

Difficult.

Just looking at the densely packed dolls made her scalp tingle, let alone the fact that each one of them could take her life.

Is this deduction? Even a mixed-level deduction of middle school difficulty is so outrageous. The deductions at higher levels must be even more brutal!

One of the escaped dolls grabbed at Martha's ankle, and she quickly retreated. She was torn between whether staring at it with her gaze would give the other dolls an opportunity, but in the next moment, a small burning paper box flew up and drove away the nearest doll.

It was Roy.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you!"

Yu Xing saw that Martha had run out of talisman papers, so he pulled her back. He also noticed that Alex was attracted by York, and Angel, who controlled the dolls, no longer had anyone guarding her. A glimmer of excitement appeared in his eyes.

"Martha, be careful and remember to wind up the music box."

Martha was stunned, not knowing what Roy was suddenly talking about.

However, when Roy took out Susan's music box, quickly wound it up, and stuffed it into her hands, she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

A sudden burst of music floated out, and the soft folk tune was like a sharp blade piercing Angel's heart.

Angel's numb expression finally broke, and she screamed, dropping the unfinished doll in her hands. She tried to step back but was restrained by white silk from all directions, unable to breathe due to fear.

Once she stopped controlling them, the dolls instantly scattered like headless flies. Martha finally understood what Roy meant by telling her to be careful and dodge.

She was quite agile and knew that Roy probably had a way. Holding the music box, she kept winding it up and watched as Roy flew out—

No, he just jumped out.

But because the jump was far and fast, in Martha's little Lolita heart, Roy's leap was no different from flying. It was hard to imagine the explosive power of his leg muscles.

Yu Xing's target was Angel.

He leaped up, jumping about two meters while taking advantage of his dynamic vision to find a foothold among the dolls that had been scattered by him. Then, with another jump, he arrived directly beside Angel.

Alex's pupils contracted. He didn't know how the music box ended up in Roy's hands. To deal with this uncertain factor, he had already sent Susan, who had the music box, to her death.

He clearly saw Susan die, so when did this damn guy…

Suddenly, he remembered.

Before going upstairs to the study, Roy had poked Susan out of "curiosity."

Was it at that time!

Roy was not curious at all. He just took advantage of that opportunity to take the music box from Susan's hands!

He's really cunning...

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Alex's face darkened with a sinister expression. He was about to go and capture Roy when a cold blade appeared in front of him.

Even if the dolls were running amok, they would not actively enter areas with fire. York stood in a relatively safe place, taking advantage of the flammable debris that Yu Xing had scattered around. He was very close to the wizard Alex.

Speaking of which, Alex had shortened this distance himself, allowing York to intercept him.

Yu Xing had no worries. He stood among the combustible materials he had intentionally thrown around Angel. Although it scorched his legs, the heat meant nothing to him.

He looked at Angel.

Susan's diary mentioned that Angel didn't like singing. Mrs. Brown often hummed to Susan, and after the dolls absorbed human souls, they would sing at midnight.

Angel's fear of singing should come from various aspects, a subconscious fear of her mother, an unwillingness to accept the fact that she had killed someone, and a fear of gradually becoming a monster herself...

All these intertwined, making singing Angel's biggest weakness.

Of course, Yu Xing estimated that it wouldn't be a dead end without the music box. The deductionist himself could sing, but the music box was undoubtedly the easiest and safest option.

Angel's face, tortured by the music, wrinkled into a ball. She no longer had that tranquility, nor the rationality she had been striving for since childhood.

Yu Xing asked, "Do you want to escape now, or do you want to die?"

Because Yu Xing noticed that Angel was bound by the white silk, it was difficult for her to die. Even if it was wrapped around her neck, it would only be uncomfortable, not suffocating.He wanted to confirm Angel's stance one last time.

Committing a crime willingly and being forced to commit a crime held different meanings for him.

"I...I can't die..." Angel murmured after a long pause.

A knife had somehow appeared in Alex's hand, clashing with York's fruit knife. Hearing Yu Xing's question, he sneered, "Don't waste your effort. Who would want to die?"

Yu Xing completely ignored him. He spoke coldly but firmly, "Angel, your desire to live is not because you want to live."

Tears streamed down Angel's face.

Yu Xing continued, "The wizard told you that if you complete the task, your brother will be set free, right?"

Angel's breath hitched, her heart aching.

Yes, she was beyond redemption. All she had left was her brother. As long as her brother could leave this place safely...

"Your brother is already dead." Yu Xing ruthlessly shattered her hope.

York had slashed a bloody gash across Alex's face. Seeing the excited York, he shouted, "Angel, your brother is fine. Don't listen to these prey's nonsense. They're lying to you so they can survive!"

"Angel."

Yu Xing's voice became even more emotionless, as if he was pronouncing a foregone conclusion. "Your brother's corpse is in the garden. I dug it up this morning. The wizard skinned your brother and wore his skin. Otherwise, how do you think the wizard could disguise himself as Alex and blend into your family without your mother and sister noticing?"

"Don't be foolish. From the day the wizard 'left', your brother was already dead! And you, you're still collecting souls for Alex, the murderer who killed your brother. How despicable are you?"