At this moment, the world that existed in Fang Li's field of vision completely changed.
It became a ragged world that was divided unevenly by cracks like dead lines, and seemed to be reluctantly pieced together.
The body of an individual who passed by Fang Li was covered with cracked dead lines, as if it was being torn apart.
The thread on the neck makes the head fall.
The thread on the chest makes the body cut off.
The thread on the arm...
The line on the thigh...
The line on the abdomen...
The line on the waist spine...
Each line is full of people, allowing the world to be completely filled with "death."
Fang Li has long been accustomed to such a world.
Even if he was not used to it, the countless deaths recorded in his soul made Fang Li understand the end of these things as if he was eating, and he was so numb that he couldn't produce emotions.
Therefore, Fang Li only looked at the torches with these magic eyes that could look directly at death.
In these substitutes, there are actually dense threads all over the place.
Among them, the power of existence in those bodies is extremely weak, and the torches that can be extinguished at any time are the most dense, as if Fang Li stepped forward and would die if touched.
This proves that these torches are only one step away from the real "death."
And these torches that were only one step away from the real "death" were actually quite a few, and they kept passing by Fang Li.
What does this prove
"There is a "appetite" in Misaki City, right? "
This situation made Fang Li finally think of some of the plots of the original works.
"I see… "
Fang Li's magic eye, who was looking straight at death, looked at a torch ahead.
A torch whose head is lowered, the pupils in his eyes have long been dilated, and his sense of existence has become extremely weak, even the people around him are completely unaware of his existence.
The torch was slowly coming towards Fangli.
In his body, only a trace of the soul fire remained like a candle that was about to extinguish.
Once the flame disappears, it represents the death of its own existence.
By then, he will be forgotten in anyone's mind.
That said, but the torch is, in the final analysis, just a substitute, a little bit of the power of existence, the body has already been swallowed up.
So, the other party is just lingering on the same activity, right
"It's a sad existence..."
With such words in his mouth, Fang Li's expression didn't change at all, it was chillingly calm.
After all, in the face of "death", Fang Li is the most indifferent.
So Fang Li raised his steps and faced the torch.
When the opponent and Fangli passed by, a pair of ice-blue magic eyes flashed in Fangli, and a dagger like a waning moon suddenly appeared in his hand. At a speed that the naked eye could not catch, like a flash, it passed The body of the torch.
"—"
The footsteps of the torch stopped.
Fang Li continued to walk forward like a walk in a leisurely courtyard.
In the next second, the faint blue flame in the torch body disappeared abruptly as if it had been pinched out.
"Boom!"
The whole body of the torch was suddenly ignited with blue flames, like a burnt candle, turned into ashes and disappeared in place.
At this moment, Fang Li killed him.
Killing the remaining power of existence in his body shortened the life of this torch to zero and disappeared.
Everyone around should be able to see this scene.
However, no one expressed concern about this phenomenon, as if he hadn't seen it at all, and continued to walk around.
Fang Li also turned his back to this scene and continued to move forward.
In front of it, another torch whose power of existence was about to extinguish came up listlessly.
…
Here is a closed and dim space.
The space is quite vast, but there is no furniture or decorations around it, and it is empty.
However, in this space, there are two things.
One is a large courtyard-style bonsai located in the center, which is composed of toy partitions and models, which accurately simulates the panoramic view of the entire Misaki City.
One is a doll.
Large and small, wearing all kinds of clothes, with round eyes, some in tatters, and some intact as a puppet.
Such a puppet leaned against the surrounding wall, enclosing the entire space.
Right in the center, the large courtyard-style bonsai exudes a faint light, shining on the faces of these dolls, forming a very frightening picture.
I believe that no one would be willing to stay in such a place equivalent to a haunted house.
However, in this place, at a certain moment, there was a sound of surprise.
"what happened?"
It was a voice that was full of elegance, but gave people a strange feeling.
With such a voice, in front of the bonsai, a tall man slowly appeared.
It was a man wearing a pure white suit with a long cloth that also appeared pure white floating around him. He looked upright, just like a noble boy in the upper class.
However, this man floated in mid-air, brought a long cloth that also floated around him, and came to the front of the courtyard-style bonsai.
The man lowered his eyes and looked at the bonsai in front of him.
I saw that in this large garden-style bonsai, a model that mimics the panoramic view of Misaki City, there are dummies with flames burning like ghosts.
At this moment, among those, one of the dummy suddenly disappeared without any reason.
Watching this scene, the man frowned his good-looking brows and said in a low voice: "Why did the torch I set suddenly disappear?"
Someone answered this question.
"Owner."
It was a doll in the arms of the man who made such a sound.
A doll like a doll.
The doll's mouth did not move, but a voice came from it.
"Willn't all the torches burn out?"
Therefore, the disappearance of the torch is not surprising.
There is only one strange thing.
"Ah, my dear Marianne." The man's frowning brows immediately let go, his expression became intoxicated, and he stroked the doll in his arms obsessively, while quietly explaining: "The torch It’s really not strange to disappear, but the torch just disappeared too suddenly. With the power of that torch, it should be possible to persist for another two or three days."
"In other words..." Marianne said anxiously, "Did someone deliberately destroy the torch?"
"That's it." The man said comfortingly: "Don't worry, my dear Marion, I will let the servants check it out."
Saying such a sentence, the man snapped his fingers.
Around him, the eyes of a few weird dolls suddenly lit up.