Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

That head was made of plastic!

Bright orange-red hair, freckles created using a molding process, two deep blue glass eyes, and a perpetually radiant smile fixed by molds on a factory assembly line.

It was a "Good Guy Doll," the best-selling children's toy in the United States in the 1980s, and a childhood companion for countless American children.

But the doll's face is cracked.

Several cracks slanted from his left temple to his right chin, as if he had been slashed by a blunt knife and then barely pieced back together.

Its right hand gripped a serrated steak knife, the most common type of knife in the kitchen, with dried dark red marks on the blade, layer upon layer, old and new overlapping.

The moment it saw Jianzi, a smile appeared on its plastic mouth.

A gleeful, sinister grin that only a grown-up serial killer would have.

"Well, well, well." Chucky tilted his head, a sinister glint of something completely alien to inorganic matter flashing in his plastic eyes.

"Look who's here? A little cowgirl."

"Lost, cute little one? This building doesn't take in homeless people."

It emerged from the shadows.

The sixty-centimeter-tall plastic body walked in a strange yet fluid manner, the tip of the steak knife dragging on the floor, leaving a shallow white mark on the wooden floor.

"This is my territory." Chucky the Doll stopped three meters away from Shen Jue, switching the steak knife to his left hand.

"The place you're standing is mine."

"I will enjoy the process of slaughtering you."

"Bitch!"

"Hahaha!"

It took a step forward, its 60-centimeter height forcing it to look up to see the child, but its posture resembled that of looking down at a lamb to the slaughter.

"You look a bit better than that trash," it said, its plastic eyes darting around.

"At least you're wearing a good pair of boots."

"I'll rip them off your feet and use them as my pillow!"

Shen Jue, who was standing to the side, smiled slightly. He hadn't expected that this classic character from American horror movies in the last century was actually a gourmand.

Even Shen Jue himself had never imagined doing such a thing.

Miko's original shoes and socks?

Oh, damn it.

Shen Jue shook his head.

A cold look appeared on Jianzi's face.

Her right hand rested on the holster at her waist, her thumb already unfastening the buckle.

A section of the silver gun barrel protruded, reflecting a cold light in the dimly lit corridor.

Chucky noticed the action, but it laughed even harder.

"oh?!"

"gun?!"

Chucky's tone suddenly turned grim: "I've killed more gun-wielding idiots than you've eaten hamburgers."

At that moment, in the shadows three meters away, Shen Jue was standing with his arms crossed and his back against the wall.

Strictly speaking, she was standing closer to Chaghi than Miko, almost face to face, with their noses less than a meter apart.

Any normal person or any ghost should have been able to detect her presence immediately.

But Chucky the Chucky didn't.

The evil spirit lurking in the building, the serial killer's soul possessing the body of a plastic doll, its glassy eyes that could see through the darkness repeatedly swept over the spot where Shen Jue stood, but it was as if it saw nothing at all.

Its entire attention was focused on Miko, as if Miko were the only person there.

the reason is simple.

Shen Jue didn't want it to see her.

Under the influence of some simple Maoshan concealment techniques, Shen Jue was as if he were completely invisible.

He waited for Komiko to deal with the evil spirit.

As Miko's teacher, one of his tasks is to help Miko improve her experience in dealing with evil spirits.

"What are you waiting for?" Chucky asked, tilting his head, thinking her silence was fear.

"Wait for me to make the first move? Then you're finished."

He drew his gun upon seeing the son.

The muzzle flash instantly illuminated the entire corridor.

The bullet spun as it flew, aiming straight for Chucky's forehead.

But Chucky certainly had the right to be arrogant.

It reacted the instant the child's wrist moved, and the plastic body tilted to the left at a speed completely defying the laws of physics.

The bullet grazed its orange-red hair and blasted a fist-sized crater in the wall behind it.

"Ha!" Chucky rolled on the spot, and when he stood up again, the steak knife was back in his right hand.

"this one?"

Its eyes gleamed with excitement, and the cracks on its plastic face looked even more terrifying as it grinned.

"Great, I love prey that fights back."

"Do you know why? Because it's more satisfying to kill."

"I'll cut off your fingers one by one first." Chucky's steak knife drew small circles in the air.

Shen Jue finally spoke: "It's too noisy."

Chucky froze.

Because of confusion.

Its plastic head clicked and spun around, its glass eyes frantically scanning its surroundings, trying to find the source of the third sound.

But Shen Jue still stood less than a meter away from it, and its gaze still pierced through him, looking into the empty darkness.

"Who?!" Chucky's voice held a hint of uncertainty for the first time. "Who's there?"

Shen Jue ignored it.

He gestured with his chin toward Kojiko.

That emoji translates to: Kill it.

Seeing that Zi was calm, she put the gun back in her belt.

During this time, Jianzi practiced the technique taught by Shen Jue, which was deliberately simplified, and was also able to cultivate the power of the Great Sun.

As Shen Jue had expected, Jian Zi successfully completed his arduous cultivation and, with Shen Jue's help, even developed eyes that could easily see ghosts, monsters, and their magical powers and resentments.

In a brief moment, the faint power of the Great Sun within Jianzi surged into her eyes, turning them into pale golden pupils.

Chucky finally realized something was wrong.

As an evil spirit possessing a plastic doll, it has an innate fear of the power of the Great Sun.

At that moment, the scorching heat of the Great Sun's magical power made it almost immediately want to escape.

An overwhelming pressure surged towards Miko like a tsunami.

Fear was reflected in its glassy eyes.

"prostitute......"

It only had time to utter that one word.

Two golden flames of magical power shot out from Jianzi's pupils, each as thick as a child's arm!

Chucky's quick reaction saved it by 0.3 seconds.

Chucky leaped into the air a split second before the beam of light was fired, his 60-centimeter plastic body curling into a ball in mid-air, a steak knife held horizontally in front of him, aimed at Miko's throat.

Its plastic mouth was wide open, and it let out a sharp, inhuman roar.

Then two streams of magical flames pierced through it.

One bullet struck his left chest, and another struck his abdomen.

Chucky, the Chucky doll, landed on the ground as if the pause button had been pressed.

The golden magical flames, as if possessing a life of their own, coiled around the evil spirit hidden inside the plastic shell.

That was a twisted soul.

Charles Lee Ray, a serial killer who was shot and killed in the 1980s, used a voodoo spell to transfer his soul into the body of a child-sized doll before he died.

Over the years, he has lived inside a plastic body, hiding in dark corners and nourishing his evil nature through killing.

At this moment, this filthy, dark, and putrid evil spirit was forcibly stripped away by the blazing flames of the sun's magical power.

Chucky's screams didn't come from his plastic mouth, but from the very depths of his soul.

The sound pierced through the barriers of the physical world and echoed in another dimension.

If there were any cultivators nearby at this moment, they would see a black mist-like thing twisting, struggling, and tearing wildly in the golden flames, like a drowning person desperately trying to grab anything that could save their life.

"ah!!!"

Chucky's soul was howling in agony.

"What the hell is this?! What the hell is this thing?!"

Chucky's voice began to distort, and the screams of his soul grew fainter and fainter.

The black mist shrank smaller and smaller in the blazing sun, like a plastic bag thrown into an incinerator, melting instantly.

Seeing the child coldly watch as Chucky, the ghost doll, died as if engulfed in flames.

The magical flames completed the final purification.

The black mist completely disintegrated in the golden light.

The corridor fell silent, leaving only Chucky's plastic shell.

"The teacher is right."

"To deal with you stinking sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, just let you melt away," Jianzi said coldly.

Only now does she resemble a beautiful high school exorcist girl.

Shen Jue gently kicked the body of the ghost doll Chucky with the tip of his boot and commented, "The local evil spirits are really too impolite."

"He talks a lot too."

"It seems that the evil spirits that can lurk in New York City are probably something like the souls of serial killers."

Shen Jue gently kicked the body of the ghost doll Chucky with the tip of his boot and commented, "The local evil spirits are really too impolite."

"He talks a lot too."

"It seems that the evil spirits that can lurk in New York City are probably something like the souls of serial killers."

"America is different from where we are," Shen Jue said, frowning.

"These murderers, transformed into evil spirits, are still considered half-human within the barrier erected by the Statue of Liberty."

"That's why this plastic doll can live freely in this apartment building."

"Then the information is confirmed."

Shen Jue held up his first finger and said, "Illinois, Haddonfield, Michael Myers."

"When I was six years old, I killed my older sister and was imprisoned for fifteen years. After escaping, I wore a white rubber mask and killed anyone I saw."

"It possesses immortality."

This is the infamous serial killer from the American film "Halloween" in Shen Jue's previous life.

Miko's expression didn't change much, but her fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the holster.

Shen Jue held up a second finger: "New Jersey, Camp Crystal Lake, Jason Worch."

"I drowned at summer camp when I was eleven. My mother, who was a cook, thought the counselors were too busy being intimate to keep an eye on the children, so she killed all the counselors at the camp."

"Later, his mother was beheaded, and he crawled out of the lake wearing a hockey mask and carrying a machete."

Jason, the masked killer from the Friday the 13 film series, actually exists in the Americas.

Shen Jue felt a touch of curiosity about this tall, silent killer.

He held up his third finger.

"Ohio, Springwood, Freddie Kruger."

"This one is different from the previous two; he killed someone in his dream."

"This serial killer was a pedophile who was burned at the stake. He wore a tattered top hat and had a steel claw glove on his right hand. He could enter your dreams."

"If he kills you in your dream, you will die in reality."

Jianzi's eyebrows twitched: "In a dream?"

"That's right, when you see this thing, burn it with your magical flames." Shen Jue nodded.

"Numerous murderous evil spirits lurk in the city and the towns near the city."

"The fact that the American government and churches have been able to sustain themselves for so many years shows that they have some strength."

Shen Jue said something in a calm tone that sent chills down Jianzi's spine.

"The United States has a population of 300 million, according to official data. But this number hasn't seen any substantial growth in twenty years."

"Think about it, there are over a million legal immigrants every year, and the number of illegal immigrants is more than double. Add in the birth rate of the local population, and according to a normal population model, the population of the United States should be close to 500 million now."

Seeing Zi listening quietly, she felt a chill run down her spine.

"But the census data hovers around 300 million every year."

Where did the extra people go?

Shen Jue pointed to the plastic doll on the ground.

"It was eaten by these things."

Shen Jue's voice echoed slightly in the empty corridor.

"The cities and the wilderness of America are two different worlds."

"The city centers of major cities like New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago are protected by protective barriers that prevent evil spirits from getting in."

"But once you leave the city and cross some unseen boundary on the interstate, it's a different story."

"Those towns, farms, forests, abandoned campsites."

"The place names are marked on the map, but there may actually be no living people left there."

"The federal government designated those areas as 'population loss zones,' which means they were actually emptied out by evil spirits."

"Is it that terrifying?" Jianzi said with difficulty.

Even in Japan, where countless humans are kept as demons and monsters by nine-tailed foxes, nothing this outrageous would happen.

How exactly do people in America manage to survive?

Shen Jue continued, "Many others were killed, eaten, and sacrificed."

"There are more cults in the United States than there are Starbucks in China."

"In California, there are Satanic sects that use human sacrifices in the desert; in the Louisiana swamps, there are cannibalistic families; and in the Appalachian Mountains, there are living high-ranking demons."

"A madman has no shortage of genuine evil to believe in."

Shen Jue stretched out a finger and drew a circle in the air.

"This is a cycle."

"Evil spirits kill people in the wilderness, cultists kidnap people in the shadows of the city, the US government blocks information, and uses deviations from human cognition to maintain the operation of society."

"Ordinary people continue to have children."

"Those immigrants and tourists are used to replenish consumption."

"The total population remains in a delicate balance, neither growing nor collapsing completely."

"This is the current state of America."

"And what about the church?" Jianzi asked again.

"The church is doing what it can."

"The church is constantly training witch hunters, priests, and exorcists."

Shen Jue said, "But their effective range is limited to the area around the city."

"Even highly accomplished clergy dare not venture into the true depths of the wilderness."

"So, Miko," Shen Jue said, patting Miko on the shoulder.

"Strive to become stronger, your teacher. I came to the Americas with the resolve to sacrifice my life."

Seeing that her cute face looked like she was about to cry.

Shen Jue's fingers, hidden behind his back, flashed with subtle electric light.

While Jianzi was killing Chucky, Shen Jue was working hard to develop applications of electromagnetic force.

He's going to give those evil people a big surprise!