A passing traveler through the heavens

Chapter 158 Puppet Mayhem

Mary Shaw's evil powers originate from the eerie puppets she creates, which are the continuation of her life and power.

Therefore, as long as even one puppet belonging to her remains in the world, Mary Shaw cannot be completely erased, and her evil spirit will live on forever.

Ji Lin knew this well. After decisively burning the two puppet corpses made from living people, he immediately dispatched the Shadow Legion to find and bring back the puppet held by the man named Jimmy under the cover of night.

Not long after, the Shadow Legion successfully completed its mission and handed the puppet over to Ji Lin.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Lin, holding the puppet, rushed to a large theater located on the shore of the town's lake.

This place was once the venue for Mary Shaw's puppet shows, but with her death, the theater gradually declined and fell into disrepair. Now, there is not a soul in sight, making it appear particularly eerie and terrifying.

Ji Lin stood in front of the theater, gazing at the massive building before him.

He keenly sensed that the black mist permeating this place was much denser than that of the manor he had visited before, as if the entire theater was shrouded in a thick layer of black fog.

After a brief hesitation, Ji Lin resolutely stepped into the theater.

The moment he stepped into the theater, he was suddenly plunged into endless darkness, so dark that he could not see his own hand in front of his face.

At the same time, the puppet that he had been holding tightly in his hand suddenly disappeared without a trace!

Immediately afterwards, a series of chaotic sounds emanated from the pitch-black environment in all directions: shrill screams, deep roars, and chilling laughter...

The various sounds intertwined, like a terrifying symphony.

Just as Ji Lin was listening to the cacophony of sounds surging like a tidal wave, a figure gradually emerged from the depths of darkness.

The woman was dressed in an incredibly gorgeous outfit, every detail of which exuded nobility and elegance; her demeanor was dignified and graceful, and her every gesture radiated an irresistible charm.

However, when she was fully exposed to the dim light, Ji Lin couldn't help but gasp. The source of the evil spirit, Mary Shaw, had appeared.

At this moment, Mary Shaw presented an extremely bizarre appearance: she seemed to have turned into a lifeless puppet, her body, which should have been made of flesh and blood, was now replaced by hard wood, and there were obvious signs of splicing at the joints.

Although her delicate face was still beautiful and charming, her eyes were empty and lifeless, revealing a hint of coldness that sent chills down one's spine.

Faced with such a bizarre and terrifying sight, Ji Lin felt a strong sense of disgust, and even felt his stomach churning.

So he raised the Starry Sea Fan in his hand, and in an instant, the gems inlaid on the fan shone with dazzling light, like brilliant stars in the night sky, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness.

In the bright light, Ji Lin was surprised to find that, apart from Mary Shaw standing in front of him, the surroundings were densely packed with countless wooden puppets.

They come in all shapes and sizes, but without exception, they all exude a sinister aura.

Ji Lin suddenly waved the Starry Sea Fan in his hand, and a blazing flame burst forth, like a roaring fire dragon, sweeping towards Mary Shaw and the puppet toys.

In an instant, the raging flames illuminated the entire space in a fiery red glow.

Almost at the same moment, Mary Shaw, not to be outdone, waved her hands and directed the puppets around her to attack Ji Lin.

In an instant, countless puppets surged forth like a tide, some wielding sharp daggers, others baring their fangs, attempting to kill Ji Lin.

However, these seemingly fierce puppets, upon contact with the flames released by Ji Lin, immediately burst into flames like burning paper, turning to ashes and vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Seeing his men so easily defeated, Mary Shaw's face grew increasingly grim and unpleasant.

But Ji Lin didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He then began chanting a mysterious and ancient poem from the Nine Songs.

As his voice rang out, a powerful energy fluctuation filled the air...

Just then, the once peaceful Mary Shaw evil spirit realm suddenly became turbulent, with lightning and thunder!

In an instant, streaks of dazzling lightning ripped through the sky, striking directly at Mary Shaw. However, Mary Shaw skillfully dodged these deadly lightning attacks.

Seeing this, Ji Lin did not hesitate to intensify his lightning attack once again.

In an instant, countless thick bolts of lightning, like wildly dancing silver snakes, intertwined to form an impenetrable electric net, engulfing Mary Shaw from all directions.

Finally, under such intense lightning strikes, cracks began to appear in Mary Shaw's seemingly indestructible evil spirit domain, which quickly spread and eventually shattered completely.

As the realm collapsed, Mary Shaw's figure vanished without a trace, as if merging into the darkness.

At this moment, Ji Lin stood steadily in the center of the theater stage. In front of him, a huge wall was tightly covered by a piece of bright red cloth.

Ji Lin held an exquisite folding fan and gently waved it.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, and the red cloth that had been tightly covering the wall seemed to be drawn by some mysterious force, slowly lifting it upwards.

When the red cloth was completely lifted, what appeared before Ji Lin's eyes were rows of lifelike wooden puppets in various shapes and sizes.

Ji Lin stared sharply at the puppets, which, despite their seemingly ordinary appearance, contained powerful evil spirits.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ji Lin waved his hands, and bursts of blazing flames erupted from his palms, sweeping towards the puppets like fiery dragons.

The next moment, Ji Lin's mind raced, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared outside the theater.

The raging flames, like a ferocious fire dragon, devoured the puppet with overwhelming force the moment they touched it.

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly sturdy wooden puppet turned into wisps of smoke under the scorching heat and disappeared without a trace.

However, these flames did not stop there. As if they had their own will, after successfully destroying the puppet, they did not gradually extinguish as people expected, but instead spread more and more fiercely in all directions.

Ji Lin stood quietly to the side, staring expressionlessly at the theater ravaged by flames.

The once magnificent building was now being mercilessly burned by raging flames, crackling and popping, but his heart remained calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.

Suddenly, a chilling scream pierced the silent night sky from the depths of the theater.

Immediately afterwards, as if receiving some kind of command, the flames that filled the sky vanished without a trace.

When the last flame died down, the entire theater had been reduced to charred ruins and ashes, with only the broken walls still emitting wisps of smoke.

Upon seeing this, Ji Lin quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

A dazzling light emanated from his body, the powerful magic of the Merit Cultivation Method he had been practicing.

This magical power was like an invisible shield, slowly spreading out and enveloping everything around it. After a moment, confirming that the surrounding environment had returned to calm and was safe, Ji Lin turned around and finally disappeared at the end of the town.