Chapter 161: Consent Form

The battle was deadlocked, and no victor had been determined in any of the fighting circles so far.

York glanced at the last paranormal object, Annabelle.

In his perception, the evil spirit inside this one was the strongest.

Looking at the chaotic toy house, York thought for a moment, unlocked the glass cabinet, and picked up the Annabelle doll.

With this touch, York seemed to see a terrifying doll-shaped spirit hopping left and right.

"Do you want to join too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the reflection of the Annabelle doll in York's eyes stopped moving, obediently standing there, nodding gently with a pleasingly wicked smile.

York planned to put the Annabelle doll in, setting the condition.

"You can join, but you have to help me manage the evil spirits inside."

He knew that although the toy house was small, it was still a tempting offer for spirits sealed within objects, unable to move.

Seeing Annabelle doll nodding obediently again, York somehow found the Annabelle doll somewhat cute.

Could it be because it was obedient? York chuckled.

"Alright, since you're a doll, I'll give you a doll's body, something cuter."

Saying so, York placed the Annabelle doll, roughly the same size as a room in the toy house, inside, then picked a Barbie doll from the pile of purchased doll models and placed it next to it.

He didn't need to threaten.

The next second, the Annabelle doll suddenly collapsed, and the Barbie doll next to it suddenly moved its stiff limbs, turning around to perform a cute princess curtsy towards him.

York's mouth curved up: "Good luck."

The Barbie doll seemed to understand, starting to rush into the toy house, directly kicking the Ultraman doll in the face as it met it head-on, immediately sending Ultraman, who was still fighting Overlord Tiger, flying against the wall.

And as Barbie kicked it, it didn't stop; its right hand grabbed Ultraman's opponent, Overlord Tiger, by the head and delivered a fierce knee, knocking it to the ground.

Despite Barbie's inherently stiff movements, its actions were smooth and coherent, quite impressive.

"Good fellow, a Barbie that knows kickboxing?"

York watched with interest as Barbie dealt with Ultraman and Overlord Tiger, then charged into the living room's battle circle, swiftly taking down the priest and Grey Knight, extremely valiant.

York internally praised, then watched as Barbie charged up the staircase platform, like a tiger descending the mountain, and once again resolved the battle between the Criminal Armor and Doom...

Time passed, the clock kept ticking, and after a while.

York, who had been watching the entire time, looked at the toy house, his expression somewhat unsatisfied.

After the chaotic battle, the final result in the toy house was: Barbie standing on the sofa on the first floor in a victorious pose, with all the other doll models, like Ultraman, the priest, including the native evil spirit, the bodiless head, all kneeling before it, acknowledging its dominance...

Seeing this somewhat comical scene, York chuckled.

It had to be said, this magical toy house fulfilled his childhood fantasy, that is, a dollhouse-like battle, although the strength of the characters in this toy house was determined by the spirits inside, it also satisfied his malicious taste.

York glanced at the majestic Barbie, closed the lid of the toy house, and walked out of the basement.

"I need to find a way to buy it from Bella Ramsey,

this thing is essentially a sealing house, I wonder which child-hearted powerhouse created it..."

Meanwhile. In a convenience store in Stanford City, a young man dressed in cowboy style arrived, carrying a backpack and dragging a suitcase, importantly, wearing a pair of black sunglasses in the middle of the night.

He looked up at the convenience store sign [Maxi Convenience Store], sighing.

"I'm finally back!"

Muttering this, Xili stepped into the convenience store.

He had just resolved the werewolf and vampire issue in Romania and hurried back here, wishing he could directly rush to Pluto Church, but he knew Father York's personality.

"This time, I must obtain the old man's consent form, otherwise..."

Xili pushed open the main door, greeted by a welcoming voice.

"Good evening, Xili."

Xili pulled down his black sunglasses, looking at his old man's former monk: "Good evening, Todd, how have you been?"

Todd, still with the same calm expression York had seen, but with a different attitude towards Xili, simply stood still and calmly said.

"Fine, just a few new people."

"Oh, is that so," Xili pulled down his sunglasses, took a loaf of bread from the shelf, and took out a banknote to put on the checkout counter as an entrance fee, asking.

"Is he there?"

Todd glanced at Xili, still trying to act cool in the middle of the night, settled the bill, and replied.

"Lab."

"Heh, probably studying the stuff I sent over." Xili remembered the ammunition and other trophies he had sent over, chuckled, took his change and bread.

"Todd, open the door."

As usual, Todd pressed the Y key on the keyboard.

...

At this moment, old Mike was using tweezers to pick up a blue-glowing bullet to place inside a device, then picked up a piece of flesh next to it, preparing for testing.

His test was simple, extracting the liquid from the bullet and pouring it onto what seemed to be fresh flesh.

The seemingly fresh flesh instantly emitted smoke, wilting rapidly like a flower before drying up.

Seeing this, old Mike then picked up the flesh to look under the microscope.

Under the microscope, the cells that were still actively moving within the flesh, upon contact with the blue-glowing liquid, were disintegrating one by one, old Mike's eyes showed disdain, considering these vampires too weak, not his target. He was looking for those vampires who weren't afraid of sunlight.

"I wonder which branch's product this is, really weak!"

He had just said this when a voice echoed in agreement, "These vampires really are weak! I could fight a dozen of them by myself."

Hearing this sudden response, old Mike shook his head, slowly removed his gloves, and looked forward to his son coming in, calmly saying.

"I heard you want to become a monk under York?"

Xili shrugged, took off his sunglasses, and put them in the pocket of his cowboy jacket, seriously saying.

"Old man, I've found my faith."

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