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It became a tattered world that was unevenly divided by crack-like dead lines, as if it had been barely pieced together.

The body of a person who passed by Fang Li was covered with cracks, and it looked as if it was falling apart.

The thread around the neck makes the head fall down.

The line on the chest allows the body to be cut off.

The line on the arm...

The line on the thigh...

The line on the abdomen...

The line on the lumbar spine...

Each line is covered with people one by one, so that the world is completely filled with "death".

Fang Li has long been accustomed to such a world.

Even if he wasn't used to it, the countless deaths recorded in his soul made Fang Li understand the end of these things as if he were eating, and he was so numb that he couldn't generate emotions.

Therefore, Fang Li just used this pair of magic eyes that could look directly at death and looked at the torches one by one.

On the body of these substitutes, there are actually threads everywhere, densely packed.

Among them, the torches that were extremely weak and could be extinguished at any time were the most dense, as if Fang Li would die if he touched it.

This proves that these torches are only one step away from true "death".

And these torches, which are only one step away from the real "death", are actually quite numerous, and they keep passing by Fang Li.

What does this prove?

"There's a "apprentice" in Misaki City who has a big appetite, right?"

This situation finally reminded Fang Li of some of the plots of the original work.

"I see..."

Fang Li's demon eyes that were staring straight at death looked at a torch in front of him.

A torch with his head down, the pupils in his eyes have long been dilated, and his sense of presence has become extremely weak, and even the people around him are completely unaware of his existence.

The torch was slowly walking in the direction of Fangli.

In its body, there was only a trace of soul fire like a candle about to be extinguished.

Once that flame is gone, it represents the death of its own existence.

At that time, he will be forgotten in anyone's mind.

That being said, the torch is just a substitute in the final analysis, and the remnants of some of the power of existence have long been devoured.

So, the other party is just a lingering activity, right?

"It's a sad existence..."

Saying such words in his mouth, Fang Li's expression did not change at all, and it was chillingly calm.

After all, in the face of "death", Fang Li is the most indifferent.

So, Fang Li raised his steps and met the torch.

Just as the other party and Fang Li passed by, Fang Li's pair of ice-blue magic eyes flashed, and a dagger like a waning moon suddenly appeared in his hand, which slashed through the body of the torch at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

“――――”

The torch stopped.

Fang Li continued to walk forward like a leisurely walk.

In the next second, the faint blue flame in the torch body seemed to be extinguished, and disappeared very abruptly.

"Bang---!"

The torch's whole body suddenly burned with blue flames, and like a burned candle, it turned to ashes and disappeared in place.

At this moment, Fang Li killed him.

Killed the remaining existential power in its body, and shortened the life of the torch to zero, disappearing.

This scene should be visible to everyone around you.

However, no one paid any attention to this phenomenon, and continued to walk around as if they had not seen it at all.

Fang Li also turned his back to this scene and continued to walk forward.

In front of it, another torch with the power of existence about to be extinguished came listlessly.

……

It's a closed and dimly lit space.

The space is quite vast, but there is no furniture or decorations around, and it is empty.

However, in this space, there are two things.

One is a large garden-style bonsai in the center, which is a combination of toy partitions and models, and accurately simulates the panorama of the entire city of Misaki.

One is a puppet.

Large and small, dressed in a variety of clothes, with round eyes, some tattered, some intact a doll.

One such figure leaned against the surrounding wall, enclosing the entire space.

In the center, the large courtyard-style bonsai emits a faint light, shining on the faces of these dolls, forming a very terrifying picture.

I believe that no one would want to stay in such a place that is equivalent to a haunted house.

However, in this place, at a certain moment, there was a sound of surprise.

"What's going on?"

It was a voice full of elegance, but it gave people a strange feeling.

With such a voice, in front of the bonsai, a tall man slowly appeared.

It was a man in a pure white suit, with a long cloth floating around him, which was also pure white, and he looked upright, like a noble son of high society.

It's just that the man was floating in mid-air, carrying 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.

In this large garden-style bonsai, there are dummy figures with ghostly flames burning in a model that simulates a panoramic view of Misaki City.

At this point, in the midst of it, one of the dummies suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason.

Looking at this scene, the man frowned and whispered, "Why did the torch I set suddenly disappear?" ”

Someone answered this question.

"Master."

It was a puppet in the man's arms that made such a sound.

A doll-like doll.

The puppet's mouth didn't move, but the voice came out of it.

"Won'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 loosened, his expression became intoxicated, and while obsessively stroking the puppet in his arms, he explained softly: "The disappearance of the torch is indeed not strange, but the torch just disappeared too suddenly, with the power of the existence of that torch, it should be able to hold on for another two or three days." ”

"That is," said Marianne, with some uneasiness, "did someone deliberately destroy the torch?" ”

"That's it." The man said comfortingly, "Don't worry, my dear Marianne, I'll let the servant check it out." ”

Saying this, the man snapped his fingers.

Around him, the eyes of several strange puppets suddenly lit up.