The figures on the wall were shaking, and there was a figure wearing a hat who was still shaking his legs.
As time went into the night, various strange sounds appeared in the house, including the sound of plastic rubber rubbing on the floor, the sound of rag dolls falling to the ground, and even the cry of a baby.
Parosai frowned: "You are too noisy."
For a moment, the surroundings became quiet, and the shadows on the wall disappeared.
Palosai put down the tools in his hands, flicked his long black hair, and stared at the doll hanging on the table with dark, lifeless eyes.
There are many doll limbs and doll heads hanging around the basement, and many tools are placed on the shelves.
Only the middle table was the emptyest. There were many silk threads hanging from the ceiling in the basement. The silk threads tied each joint of the doll. She was hung on the empty table, with her two smooth white feet lightly tapping on the table.
She was wearing a black Parosai shirt, but it was unbuttoned and covered some joints and scars on her body.
I don’t know what method the puppeteer used to make the doll. Her skin is just like real skin, but there is no blood color.
The stitching lines on each joint are so thin that if you put on clothes, you won't be able to see them at all.
She has golden curly hair that is as long as her waist, fair and bloodless skin, a slender body, just the right amount of voluptuousness, long eyelashes, and slightly pouty lips. There is no doubt that she is a perfect doll, the most beautiful doll.
Parosai touched her face with both hands: "It's so beautiful."
His voice was extremely hoarse, even like a broken gong. It was unpleasant, emotionless, and a bit scary.
But his face and figure and his unpleasant voice showed a completely different extreme.
Although he has lived for who knows how long, he still looks like a twenty-year-old man, with a slender figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a soft appearance, but his eyes are not that of a twenty-year-old, his eyes are like a monster in the abyss,
Like a demon staring at humans.
Parosay looked at the doll he had made, and then at the previously made dolls on the shelf. In comparison, those people were really ugly.
The dolls that Parosai made before were all in a dark and horror style, and even the body proportions were very strange. Those dolls were all scary.
And recently he suddenly did something like this...an angel came out.
He thought he would hate this kind of doll, but when he finished it, he was very satisfied. It would be his most satisfying work.
So he couldn't help but want to name her.
However, you must wake her up first.
"Wake up, wake up and look at this dirty world..." After saying this, Parosai began to recite ancient spells.
The fog on the Island of Dolls is getting thicker and thicker, so thick that one cannot see the mountains and forests, and can only vaguely see a few trees, and dolls hanging on them with missing arms and legs.
Wow
"whee……"
The baby's cry and the little girl's laughter vaguely echoed by the river.
"Open your eyes, Lilith, do you like this name?"
The doll opened its eyes, a pair of red glass eyes looking at the puppeteer blankly.
Palosai reached out and tapped her eyes, but she didn't blink and let his fingers press on her eyeballs.
Those hands were so cold that even the glass eyeballs could feel it.
It was very cold in the entire basement, and neither the doll nor the puppeteer had a heartbeat, let alone breathing.
Nan Qing's eyes were blurry, but with Pa Luosai's touch, the turbidity in her eyes slowly dispersed, and the red glass eyes gradually became brighter.
Palosai took his hand away, his lifeless eyes met hers, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.
The arms, severed legs, and manufactured horror dolls on the surrounding shelves suddenly came to life, with pairs of arms crawling toward them. The dolls jumped off the shelves and walked towards them step by step.
With every step they took, the joints of the dolls made a creaking sound, and the corners of their mouths were raised, each showing a scary smile.
Everything climbed up here and surrounded it.
Nan Qing's whole body was weak, and silk threads hung from her joints. She was like a string doll in the hands of a puppet master.
"Lilith, I am your master."
Nan Qing's tongue trembled in his mouth.
She stared at him, her face expressionless, delicate and lifeless.
Parosai continued: "Lilith, I am your master Parosai."
"Master...Master..." She tried hard to control her stiff tongue, her voice was soft and pleasant.
Palosai looked happy instantly: "Very good."
A doll with missing eyeballs and a lot of stitches on its face climbed onto the table. It said in a child's voice: "Lilith, Lilith, Lilith."
"Lilith, Lilith."
The other dolls were talking, and they were calling her.
Nan Qing didn't feel scared. Instead, she looked at them with curiosity like a newborn baby.
Pa Luo Sai gently moved the silk thread, and Nan Qing's body immediately started to move.
Immediately afterwards, the silk thread above broke, and Nan Qing fell instantly.
But immediately two severed hands supported her.
The transparent silk threads slowly shrank and were completely retracted into her body. Nan Qing could also feel that her body was no longer stiff.
She can move on her own.
Palosai sat down on the chair, admiring the way his most satisfied doll woke up for the first time, and watching her curiously reaching out to touch the other dolls.
Nan Qing touched the dolls curiously, touching the scars on their faces with his white fingers, and then touched his own face.
Her face was very smooth, with no trace of this horrible deliberate stitching.
She suddenly hugged a doll out of curiosity.
The doll didn't struggle and put its arms around her neck: "Lilith, Lilith."
Nan Qing held it for a few seconds and then pushed it away.
She raised her head and looked straight at the man sitting at the table.
Parosai's eyes were heavy, and he was very curious about what his puppet would do next.
Nan Qing climbed down from the table. She seemed a little unaccustomed to walking, so her limbs were swaying a little when she got off the table.
She walked towards him and jumped on him the next second.
With a soft and temperatureless body, she sat on his lap, holding his neck like the little doll just now.
Parosai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Lilith, what do you want to do?"
"Are you my only master?" Her tone was a bit sharp.
Parosai looked down at the doll in his arms, then smiled gloomily and said, "No, besides you, I have many dolls, and I am your master."
After the puppet master said this, all the little puppets in the room made a creaking sound.
Lilith didn't speak, she sat quietly in the puppet master's arms.