Confused, I turned sideways to look at something on the ground.

The contents of the box fell out and were broken into pieces, but the original appearance could still be vaguely seen from the fragments. It was a gold lock.

I still don't understand how gold can be broken, but in the blink of an eye, the young master clenched his hand tightly, and the fragments of the gold lock turned into ashes together with the person who gave the gift.

I took a breath of air, but I recovered.

This place is probably controlled by an evil spirit just like the hearse just now. The difference is that the girl last time only controlled a hearse, while this little boy took control of the house.

It seems that the breakthrough point is with this little boy, but looking at his temper, I don't think this level will be easy.

The next person who gave the gift became more cautious, and each one stepped forward tremblingly.

As expected, the young master killed several more gifts and people that did not suit his wishes.

At the end, there was no one left, and the young master was still banging the table and roaring, "Where are the gifts? Where are the remaining people?"

I subconsciously thought he was calling me. Not only that, many paper figures around me were also looking directly at me.

Before I could think of a countermeasure, several children in ragged clothes crawled out from under the table.

These children are both male and female. They all look older than this young master, but their clothes are different. It looks like even the garbage cans are cleaner than this. There is a thick layer of mud on their clothes.

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Several children lined up, tremblingly wiping their hands on their clothes repeatedly before taking out their beloved toys from their pockets and handing them to the young master.

I noticed that the toys these children brought out were not much different from the gifts given by the previous gift givers, but how could these children have such expensive toys?

The young master didn't care whether the toys were dirty or not, he snatched them away and kicked them away.

Several children didn't dare to say anything after being kicked, and crawled back under the table obediently.

Finally, the young master's eyes moved to me, "Don't you dare come in without a gift!"

The eyes of all the paper figures also looked over.

Unexpectedly, all eyes were focused on me. I haven't figured out what is going on here.

When the young master saw that I didn't reply, he waved his hand and the paper people rushed over, waving their arms as if they wanted to tear me into pieces.

How could I fulfill his wish? The vajra in my hand would not agree to it.

This group of paper figures were really not enough to look at in front of the vajra, and they were broken into pieces after three strikes, five divided by two.

But as these paper figures disappeared, the resentment of the innocent souls in the air gradually increased.

I sensed something was wrong and didn't dare to attack rashly. I dodged twice and rushed directly towards the young master.

The young master roared, "You are not overestimating your own abilities!"

The corpse spots on his face were even worse, and the resentment around him was rising uncontrollably.

At this moment, several children lying under the table crawled out in weird postures, blocking my way and protecting the young master behind them.

These ones are much harder to deal with than those paper figures.

Firstly, because of my petite stature and extremely fast speed, I was able to sneak attack despite my height. Secondly, my vajra could not kill me with one hit.

Realizing how difficult these people were, I didn't hold back. I waved the Vajra with one hand to prevent them from getting close. I chanted a mantra in my mouth and used the "soul-breaking talisman" to severely injure these little devils.

Just after these people were stunned, the young master's resentment suddenly dissipated.

The young master laughed and clapped, "Okay, what a soul."

A thick fog rose all around.

The scene in front of me blurred, and the next moment I appeared in a back garden, where there were ponds, rockeries, famous flowers and grasses, and it seemed that I was still in that house.

One kid yelled, "The bastard is here."

Then several more children appeared, and I followed them.

Beside a rockery, a child was kicked around by a group of people.

The child curled up and protected the back of his neck with his hands. It looked like he was used to these beatings and was able to skillfully protect his vitals.

I frowned and couldn't stand it, so I walked over. Just when I was about to mention the kid who hit someone, the situation around me changed again.

At a banquet, a little boy knelt on the ground and took turns serving as a stool at the feet of several older children.

I felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't bear to see this scene. Even though I couldn't understand the scene, I couldn't bear to see that a good person should be bullied like this, so I stepped forward and pulled the boy up.

Just when I touched the boy, the surrounding environment changed. Not only that, the fog that shrouded the surroundings also dissipated.

I'm also a little unsure about what's going on right now. This young master is so full of resentment, how could he suddenly dissipate?

The young master seemed to have no intention of fighting with me, and a smile appeared on his young face.

Apart from the spots on his face that shouldn't be there, he is indeed a cute kid, but I am more wary than sympathetic.

The young master waved his hand and all the remaining paper figures disappeared. He said to himself, "These people just deserve their punishment. It's a good thing that you beat them to dust now."

I was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

The young master did not reply, but asked me, "There is another person in the yard. Is he your friend?"

How can I have any friends here? After he asked, I shook my head, "No."

The young master nodded thoughtfully, waved his hand and said, "Then I will have fun with him, and you can go."

As soon as I finished speaking, everything in front of me disappeared, and I appeared in an open space.

This place was really too weird, and I was filled with fear. I couldn’t explain the young master’s strength, but he actually let me go so easily.

When I came back to my senses, I carefully thought about what had just happened, and I somewhat understood it.

Presumably the abused child who appears later is this young master, and everything that happened before was just an illusion manipulated by him.

It can be guessed from a few words that this youngest young master is not welcome in this house.

Instead of taking care of him, so many brothers and sisters who were older than him were fighting each other with fists and kicks.

If he was still being bullied behind his back before, then later on he was made to lie down like a dog at the banquet, which must have been the master's acquiescence.

And this tortured child may have been tortured to death before he had such great resentment, which forcibly bound the souls of these people.

And I accidentally beat the people he hated most to death, thus settling the grievance.
Chapter completed!