I sparked a mysterious resurgence in Marvel.

Chapter 63 Little Monster

The furniture, which was originally placed somewhat randomly and messily, now seems to have undergone a specially optimized design, and the overall layout has suddenly become much more reasonable.

The floor, which had become somewhat dirty due to the frequent comings and goings of police officers, has now been restored to a clean and tidy state.

Even the old, worn-out paint on the walls has been restored.

Although it still looks a bit old, its cleanliness and tidiness are much better than before.

And whether it's just my imagination or the more rational arrangement of the furniture that optimizes the space, Ai Lin always feels that the space in her home seems much larger.

With a thoughtful expression, Erin returned to the second floor and suddenly noticed that her previously haphazardly arranged and somewhat messy countertop in the kitchen had been neatly tidied up.

However, a large trash can suddenly appeared next to the original refrigerator.

Ok.

Those extra-large trash cans that can fit a person inside.

Isn't this the trash can for storing junk in the basement? How did it get moved to the kitchen?

Slightly puzzled, Erin reached out and touched the oversized trash can, and information about the trash can entered his mind.

[Superior Trash Can: Capable of devouring and decomposing the flesh and soul of all living beings, transforming them into foundation stones to build homes.]

[Comment: Honey, do you want to find a trash can to confide in?]

[Note: Be careful, it might swallow you!]

Devouring?

How can a trash can swallow something?

The thought had barely formed in Erin's mind.

The oversized trash can in front of him suddenly opened its lid, which was covered with sharp teeth, and swallowed Erin's head in one gulp with unimaginable speed.

The speed was so fast that Erin didn't even have time to react before that gaping maw swallowed his entire head.

However, just as its sharp teeth were about to touch Erin, they suddenly transformed into a thick circle of lips that enveloped Erin's head completely.

Even from inside that pitch-black, bottomless abyss-like barrel, a huge tongue made of an unknown substance emerged, frantically licking Erin's head.

That feeling?

Like a dog that sees its long-lost owner and then jumps up to frantically lick its owner's face...?

Ailin, nearly suffocating from being licked by a sticky, wet tongue, struggled frantically with both hands and feet, finally managing to pull his head out of the oversized trash can with great effort.

Just as Erin pulled his head out of the trash can, he saw the trash can bouncing and leaping towards him again. Terrified, Erin frantically poured his spiritual energy into the Resentful Love Threads until they were tightly bound, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He reached up and touched his wet face.

Erin hesitated for a moment, then brought the sticky liquid on his hand to his nose and smelled it.

next second.

Ailin, whose stomach was suddenly cramping, turned pale and rushed to the sink, where he began to dry heave.

"Europe······"

What the hell!

It stinks like hell!

It's disgusting.

Splash splash splash...

As if sensing Erin's discomfort, a clear trickle of water immediately gushed from the faucet by the sink.

·······

After washing my head with tap water.

Erin sat down in the restaurant chair, looking at the pitiful-looking dog in front of him with annoyance. It looked like a stray dog ​​that had been abandoned by its owner.

Having recovered from the earlier pause, Erin had figured out that the oversized trash can in front of him was the very thing that had revitalized the core of this old house.

It is the bricks and stones forged from flesh and soul, the foundation upon which this house grew.

Moreover, it can control everything in the house at will, appearing in any corner of the house.

Don't be fooled by how it just licked Erin's head like a lapdog after swallowing him.

But if it were someone else, that bite could easily rip their head off.

Besides.

It can almost be described as a heavily modified version of an intelligent recognition system.

It can identify anyone who wants to enter or leave the house.

If it doesn't want the other party to enter or leave, it can directly lock any door and window in the house and reinforce the doors and windows to the same strength as the walls, preventing the other party from entering or leaving.

There is absolutely no way the other party can enter or leave the house through the front door or windows without violently breaking down the entire house.

From this point of view.

This revitalization perfectly fulfilled Erin's expectations.

Thinking of this, Erin looked at the pitiful-looking trash can in front of him and his gaze softened slightly.

With a wave of his hand, the venomous threads binding the other person loosened and then gracefully floated back to Erin's side, wrapping around his fingers again.

After the restraints were removed.

The oversized trash can chuckled, and like a dog released from its leash, it charged at Erin again with unbridled abandon.

Seeing this, Erin quickly raised his right hand to block in front of him, making a stopping gesture, and shouted, "Stop!"

At Erin's command, the extra-large trash can came to an abrupt stop in front of him.

After stopping the little monster that was rushing towards him, Erin reached out and placed his hand on the huge barrel lid.

At this time.

Erin was surprised to discover that he could clearly sense the other person's emotions during physical contact.

For example, when it was suddenly called to a stop, it was somewhat confused and also somewhat... aggrieved.

Sensing this emotion, Erin gently patted the bucket lid.

Immediately, as if comforted by Erin's pat on the head, it was filled with joy, and even the body of the trash can deformed and twisted with happiness.

Is it because I am the creator of it that I can clearly perceive the other person's emotions?

Clearly sensing the change in emotion emanating from his hand, Erin's expression softened considerably.

He patted the trash can lid on his hand again and said, "I'll give you a name!"

Looking at the little guy in front of him, who looked exactly like an extra-large trash can, Erin pondered for a while before realizing that he really didn't know what to name the little guy for the time being.

After thinking for a while, Erin shook his head and said helplessly, "Forget it, you little weirdo, I'll just call you Little Weird."

"Croak!"

Having acquired its own name, the little monster happily let out a hoarse, unpleasant cry, and then started spinning in circles on the ground.

It seemed as if they were celebrating having a name.

(End of this chapter)