Demon husband's exorcism

In the hospital at night, except for the inpatient department and the emergency department, the rest of the area is basically dark.

Even so, when Zong Wangchuan officially opened the door of the morgue, he subconsciously glanced behind him—what he was going to do next could not be seen by anyone who had received an education in atheism.

Xiao Ming sat on the window sill at the end of the corridor, playing with the sterling silver handcuffs with a smile, and said, "My dear, do you really need my help?"

"How can you help?"

It would be nice not to add chaos.

Zong Wangchuan added in his heart.

Xiao Ming heard his heart, but smiled like a three-year-old child.

"I can help you find out, such as knocking out a security guard who accidentally passed by, or hacking into the hospital's monitoring system..."

He pointed to an infrared camera at the end of the corridor.

Zong Wangchuan supported his forehead, and said, "Do whatever you find convenient."

"it is good!"

Xiao Ming said happily, and jumped down from the window sill, exposing his white shark teeth happily.

He took out a jet-black dead hand with a metallic gleam on its surface, and handed it to Zong Wangchuan: "My dear, this thing can only burn for a quarter of an hour, you have to deal with it quickly."

"understood."

Zong Wangchuan took off the rosary beads on his wrist and put on the black sheepskin gloves with the reversed hexagrams painted on it, only then did he dare to accept the dead man's hand specially used for the dead man's candle ceremony from Xiao Ming.

It may be that Zong Wangchuan was too cautious in holding the dead man's hands, Xiao Ming suddenly said with a smirk: "Honey, let's find a haunted cemetery to have fun next time, shall we?"

"why?"

"Because I want to press you on the tombstone. It would be even better if your white moonlight is buried in the tomb."

"Give up, I don't have white moonlight."

Zong Wangchuan said something coldly, and opened the door to enter the mortuary.

"so--"

Xiao Ming showed an evil smile again.

He happily chased after him and said, "It turns out that what I got was not only the first time physically, but also the first time spiritually?"

"No, only the first time physically, mentally—I never loved you, we are just a transaction."

Zong Wangchuan said coldly, and the door of the morgue closed automatically.

Xiao Ming, who was almost hit in the face by the door, touched the tip of his nose and said: "The more you can't get something, the easier it is to arouse possessiveness. My dear, don't you know this? Or——too understand the nature of men , are deliberately seducing me?"

……

……

A dead man's candle is a harsh and wicked instrument.

If a poor girl hadn't been involved in this incident, Zong Wangchuan would not have taken the initiative to sign an unequal treaty with Xiao Ming, at the cost of any role-playing game, in exchange for this dead man who exudes evil light all over.

After entering the morgue, the air instantly dropped by at least five degrees. The room was not only shockingly cold, but also terribly quiet. Even Xiao Ming's unreasonable noise was blocked outside.

Zong Wangchuan took out the lighter.

Click!

Flames burst out.

He found Zhang Gui's cabinet on the wall by the light of the fire.

Before officially opening the cabinet, he needed to make some mental adjustments.

You must know that Zhang Gui died from a fall from a high altitude, and his skull was cracked when he landed. Even if the body had been treated before entering the mortuary, there would inevitably be some nauseating things left on his body.

huh-huh-

After two deep breaths, Zong Wangchuan pulled out the cabinet.

wow——

Zhang Gui was brought out entirely.

She was utterly dead, her face was cold, her eyes were closed, her head was sunken, emitting a strange smell of decay and disinfectant.

Zong Wangchuan didn't care about the nausea at this time, after confirming that the corpse dragged out was Zhang Gui himself, he immediately used a holy water lighter to ignite the black nails of the dead man's hand he got from Xiao Ming.

Peng——

Five frowns of purple-black smoke mixed with the flames came out, Zong Wangchuan held the wrist of the dead man's hand with his left hand, and shook the dead man's hand over Zhang Gui's face repeatedly, chanting the sentences in the book of the dead, and his right hand Above Zhang Gui, trace the ancient symbols needed to awaken the remaining consciousness of the corpse.

After doing this three times, Zhang Gui's eyes suddenly opened!

The pupils, irises, and whites of the eyes are all black.

Immediately afterwards, she sat up with a "squeak" sound, her sunken head was facing Zong Wangchuan who was standing behind her.

It was not easy to look directly at the back of a head that looked like an open coconut, with most of its brain and brains missing, but Zong Wangchuan had to stand behind Zhang Gui.

Aside from the fact that the corpses in the morgue were only covered with a layer of white cloth, and Zhang Gui was a woman, the more important reason was——

During the casting of the dead man's candle, the caster cannot be seen by the eyes of the dead, otherwise, the summoning will fail at least, or even die at worst.

Zong Wangchuan started to ask questions after hearing Zhang Gui's lung lobes breathing turbidly like a range hood.

"Tell me who pushed you down."

"Push it down?"

Zhang Gui, who suddenly came back to life, obviously didn't realize that she was dead. With only half of her head left, she didn't even understand what was going on.

Zong Wangchuan didn't want to waste time explaining the ins and outs, and urged again and again: "Who pushed you down? Before you were pushed down, what did you say to Kang Ailing and Yang Ying's mother and daughter?"

"Kang Ailing...Yang Ying..."

Zhang Gui regained his sanity a little bit, and tilted his head to recall the previous events.

only--

When the person with the head like a broken watermelon tilted her head, the people standing behind her would inevitably feel nauseated.

Zong Wangchuan tried his best to suppress the discomfort, quietly waiting for a reply.

Time passed with difficulty while waiting.

Thumb's flame goes out...

Littlefinger's flame also went out...

The flames of the index finger and ring finger began to falter...

……

Time is running out.

Zong Wangchuan resisted the urge to urge, and didn't let his gaze fall on the back of Huahua's head.

When the flame of the middle finger also began to shake, Zhang Gui finally remembered the few minutes before falling from the building.

"At that time, I was discussing the condition with Kang Ailing and Yang Ying in the ward.

Halfway through, Kang Ailing's complexion didn't look very good, it seemed that something I said unintentionally made her unhappy.

She asked to go to the bathroom, and Yang Ying went to the bathroom with her.When I was spinning around the hospital bed, I saw the lilies beside the bed. "

"You touched the lilies?"

"The lily is very beautiful, and the anthers have been removed. I couldn't help touching it for a while... Then... Then I suddenly felt... It felt like someone was grabbing my shoulder and pulling me out!

I tried to struggle, I tried to call out, but—the sound couldn’t come out, it was locked in my throat, and no one could hear it... My body seemed to be tied by an invisible rope, and I couldn’t move at all...

In the end, I was dragged to the window sill by that force, I... I... Am I already dead! "

Zhang Gui finally realized that he was dead.

"Yes, you are already dead." Zong Wangchuan said truthfully.

"Then why can I still answer your question? Who are you? I am again... what kind of black technology is this?

Have I become a brain slice surrounded by data cables now, and you are experimenting with some new technologies on me..."

Zhang Gui doubts his own situation.

Zong Wangchuan didn't want to waste time explaining the principle of the dead man's candle, and didn't comment on all her hypotheses, but just reminded her:

"Can you tell me a little more detail? For example, what did you see when you touched the lily? What did you feel? Or, do you remember what specific words you said that made Kang Ailing's mother and daughter unhappy?"

"I……"

Zhang Gui lowered his head, his shoulders kept shrugging, his pale hands covered his face, and black and red tears were left between his fingers.

This was an extremely tragic scene, but Zong Wangchuan still had to remind her.

"Time is running out."

He glanced at the dead man's candle, the flames of his index finger and ring finger had also been extinguished, and the flame of his middle finger might dissipate like a bean at any time.

"You must tell me everything you can think of. Only in this way can I catch the murderer for you."

"The one who killed me was not a man, but a devil..."

Zhang Gui raised his head with a muffled voice in his throat.

Without moving her shoulders at all, she turned her head 180 degrees, staring at Zong Wangchuan with all black eyes, and there were black tears like charcoal on her cheeks.

She saw him!

Death saw the offender!

Zong Wangchuan's body was instantly pierced by icy coldness, and the coldness of death was grabbing his ankles and climbing up.

"Zhang Gui" looked at him, and his black lips made a noisy and strange sound like a swarm of bees flapping their wings.

("You have offended the god of death, you must—")

"If you dare to touch me, try it!"

After an arrogant roar that was almost arrogant, Death's gaze was completely cut off by a pair of white and bright wings.

Xiao Ming who appeared suddenly hugged Zong Wangchuan from behind: his wings covered his body, his left hand grabbed his shoulder, and his right hand covered his eyes.

Xiao Ming looked at the Grim Reaper who dared to compete with him for the ownership of Zong Wangchuan: "No matter which mythological system you are, god or demon, please listen to me clearly, this human being is mine, you are not allowed to touch it! Get out of here immediately!"

("Who are you--")

"roll!"

The author has something to say: Thank you Jinxiu, Master Jun’s Lei~(づ￣3￣)づ╭?～