All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

"You said you're going to the cemetery?!" Lisa couldn't help but raise her voice, her face full of confusion and shock.

She simply couldn't understand why her husband would specifically choose this time to go to the cemetery to check if the Mary Shaw doll had returned to the cemetery.

"Look out the window, and say it again: what are you going to do!" Lisa pointed to the pitch-black night, trying her best to suppress her urge to roar.

Looking at Jamie, who couldn't suppress his desire to court death, Fang Chang's face showed excitement—excellent, a typical male protagonist sneaking into a "haunted house" at night, an operation that is illogical to the extreme.

"Why did you have to choose this time, Jamie?" Fang Chang asked curiously.

If conditions allowed, he really wanted to open Jamie's little head and see what was going on inside.

Unfortunately, his medical skills were inadequate, so Fangzai had no choice but to ask the doctor himself.

"Um...actually, I wanted to go home and ask my father if he knew anything, and then I'd like to go home on the way..." Jamie said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Don't you think it's dangerous to go to the cemetery at night? Especially when what we're dealing with is an evil spirit?" Fang Chang adjusted his non-existent glasses, pretending a thoughtful glint flashed across them.

"I just wanted to see... maybe... there might be some clues over there..." Jamie said, a little embarrassed by the question, scratching his head.

"Trust me, Jamie." Fang patted Jamie on the shoulder and earnestly advised, "With me here, we don't need to take any risks. Individual heroism is not advisable. We must believe in the power of the collective, okay?"

"Hehe, okay, okay." As Jamie said this, he suddenly felt enlightened, and for the first time, a flower called "wisdom" bloomed in his walnut-sized brain!

"Maybe we can go to the cemetery together!"

"The power of the collective!!" Jamie's eyes shone with excitement.

Hard.

Fang Chang felt a certain part of his body rapidly becoming engorged with blood and hardening—a fist, it was a fist!

I really want to punch him!

Lisa gently touched her forehead, beginning to worry that her child might look like this someday...

Does a child's intelligence come from their father or their mother?

“You might not understand,” Fang Chang said, changing his words and pointing to his handsome face. “The collective I’m referring to is where I am; that’s where the collective is.”

After saying that, without waiting for Jamie to continue his witty remarks, he turned around and went back to his room. Staying with this unlucky thing for too long would probably lower his [Intelligence] attribute.

Tonight, instead of staying at a motel, they accepted an invitation to stay at the funeral home estate.

The estate is large enough and has enough rooms.

Jamie was supposed to invite everyone to stay at his home when they arrived in his hometown. But that wasn't the case at all:

Jamie said his relationship with his father was very strained, so he didn't invite anyone over.

Fang Chang, however, knew that not only was their father-son relationship not optimistic, but Jamie's father's situation was even worse—he had been murdered by Mary Shaw and was now a human puppet.

The reason Jamie wasn't told the bad news was that it was too horrifying, and they were afraid the young couple wouldn't be able to handle such a terrifying event and would suffer a mental breakdown.

This is not a baseless conjecture.

In the original series, Jamie's thick skin allowed him to run rampant in this terrifying world—digging up Mary Shaw's grave at dawn, exploring a haunted theater late at night, and even having Mary Shaw herself appear in her evil form to scare him...

None of these terrifying events could move Jamie.

He even had time to question Mary Shaw's ghost about why she did all these bad things...

And at the very end of the movie, the fearless Jamie accidentally stumbles back to his old family home and meets his father:

His face, covered in lividity, still held piercingly bright eyes. Behind the father, dressed in a well-tailored suit, lay a husk, its internal organs removed and fitted with various traditional devices!

The elegant and graceful stepmother is actually Mary Shaw's most perfect creation!

Under the weight of these blows, Jamie finally broke down, screamed, and was killed when Mary Shaw cut off his tongue.

The entire family was turned into dolls by Mary Shaw.

Fang Chang thought that since the die was cast and the person couldn't be saved, he might as well wait until the very end, eliminate Mary Shaw, and then tell him.

This was Fangzai's last act of tenderness.

Of course, there is a second point.

If Fang Chang tells Jamie this news now, it will be hard for them not to suspect that he has already investigated all of this and has some ulterior motive.

Although it could be explained, Fang Chang felt a headache coming on just thinking about the twists and turns involved, having to explain while also lying to cover up the lie.

Let's just get started and do it!

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The night was as still as water, and all was quiet.

“Click—click—”

Suddenly, a series of intermittent mechanical sounds filled the room.

Fang Chang suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of anger flashing across his face as if he had been woken from a deep sleep.

"Still not sleeping in the middle of the night, playing tricks on people!"

Slipping on his slippers, Fang Chang walked towards the door, cursing, "If I don't beat you up today, you'll be considered clean!"

Lisa woke Jamie, who was fast asleep, and asked softly:

"Did you hear that, Jamie?"

"What did you hear..." Jamie rubbed his eyes, yawned, and asked blankly.

"...Never mind, let's go out and see!" Lisa gave up trying to reason with her husband. Before they got married, he was such a clever young man, but lately he'd become so dull...

Could it be that these eerie dolls have the effect of lowering people's IQ?

That doesn't make sense either; I'm perfectly normal.

Forget it, I'll consult Dr. Xia when I have time and ask him to take a look at Jamie's brain!

Lisa and Jamie quietly opened the door and tiptoed into the hallway.

Did you hear that too?

Downstairs, the old man and his wife were sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking around nervously.

"Looks like we didn't mishear!" Lisa pulled Jamie into the living room. Despite the bright light, the surroundings still felt increasingly eerie.

An unsettling atmosphere is spreading!

"Sizzle~ Sizzle~"

The lights began to flicker on and off.

The clicking sound of the mechanism grew clearer and clearer as it approached.

"you……"

"It's at..."

"Wait for me?"

A voice, indistinct in both male and female, came intermittently from all directions.

Lisa clung tightly to Jamie's arm, her expression growing increasingly anxious. Marian nervously stroked her beloved raven, shrinking into the corner of the sofa, too afraid to move.

Suddenly, a faint black mist, like a blanket, slowly spread out from all around and came into view of everyone in the living room!

"Ugh!" Lisa was about to scream when Jamie quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't scream! Whatever you do, don't yell!"

At the same time, the black mist seemed to wriggle as if it were alive, as if Lisa's actions had excited it!

"Little Jamie..."

"Little Jamie..."

"in the end……"

"Who should we start with..."

Lisa covered her mouth tightly, tears welling in her eyes. In the story she had heard that afternoon, she was told never to scream when she encountered Mary Shaw, or she would cut off her tongue and kill her!

Marianne closed her eyes, muttered something under her breath, and trembled like a leaf.

“Sizzle, sizzle—”

A continuous crackling sound began, accompanied by flashes of electricity that started to fly and scatter throughout the living room.

The black mist writhed on the ground, slowly creeping towards the people trapped in the center of the living room...

"boom!!"

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion rang out from the second floor!

Half of the broken door panel fell from upstairs with a thud!

On the second-floor corridor, Fang Chang kicked open the door that he couldn't budge, looked down at the trembling crowd below, and gave them a kind smile:

"Your door... seems to be broken?"