Demon husband's exorcism

"Satisfy everyone? Do you think you are a central air conditioner?"

Zong Wangchuan looked at the ceiling mockingly: "Even if it's a central air conditioner, some people like it and some don't."

"……maybe!"

Han Yi sighed, and asked Zong Wangchuan: "Did you keep me here just to talk to me? Is there anything I need to do later?"

"A lot of things need to be entrusted to you."

Zong Wangchuan directed Han Yi to bring over the bucket of plaster placed by the wall, help him complete a symbol of the tree of life on the floor, and place candlesticks on the designated places to light candles.

At this time, Jiang Zhilan was also ready and walked out of the bedroom.

"What's next?"

She looked a little nervous.

Zong Wangchuan pointed to the tree of life on the ground and said, "Lie down, put your hands on your heart, stretch your legs naturally, and relax as much as possible."

"Ah."

Jiang Zhilan lay down on the symbol of the tree of life as she said.

Zong Wangchuan asked Han Yi to close the heavy black cloth curtains, and to arrange and fix the custom-made three-meter-high and two-meter-wide mirror.

After all the items were placed, Han Yi walked to the right side of Jiang Zhilan's head according to the request, and knelt down on one knee with the Mandarin Duck Saber in his hand.

Zong Wangchuan pressed the Yang Saber of the Yuanyang Saber on the scriptures, and stood at Jiang Zhilan's feet with a serious expression.

He began to chant, and the originally calm air became heavy, and there was a strange wind blowing, and the flames of the candlesticks placed around the tree of life flickered, as if they would be extinguished by unknown forces in the next second.

Jiang Zhilan's breathing became short of breath.

The hands pressing on the chest trembled unnaturally due to the rapid opening and closing of the lung lobes, the face without makeup quickly lost its color, the lips trembled unceasingly, and spit out a series of vague words.

It was the first time Han Yi saw such a scene, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help shaking.

He subconsciously looked up at Zong Wangchuan on the opposite side: in the candlelight, Zong Wangchuan's clothes were shaking wildly as if being pulled by a strong wind, but his hair remained motionless.

Evidently, the gust of wind that lingered in the room was of unnatural origin.

Han Yi began to feel scared.

If Zong Wangchuan hadn't repeatedly told him not to speak before the ceremony, he could not help asking questions and even fled at this moment.

"...￥!!@#￥￥5%%..."

Another series of strange words, the uncomfortable stagnation in the air is getting more and more crazy.

The cold and creepy feeling stuck to Han Yi like a second skin.

So cold.

The cold that penetrates the bone marrow.

It was so cold that my lungs almost froze.

Under the powerful and unrelieved fear, the hand holding the knife also trembled, and the handle of the knife was inexplicably cold as if it had just been taken out of the freezer. Han Yi could even see the back of his hand turning blue and the surface of the skin knotted. Layers of white frost flowers.

If this continues, I won't be able to hold on!

Han Yi kept shouting in his heart.

In order to prove that the fear was not his alone, he purposely lowered his head to look at Jiang Zhilan.

The romantic and beautiful woman was already emaciated like a zombie just dug out of the soil, her cheeks were sunken, her skin was pale, her hair was dry, her lips were covered with scabs of blood, and there were black finger marks on her neck. The extremely slender finger marks clearly belonged to The child's black palm prints...

Infant spirits... really exist...

Han Yi was so frightened that his legs trembled.

He could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

The idea of ​​hoping that Zong Wangchuan would interrupt the ceremony immediately ran wildly in his mind like a crazy horse!

He raised his head, and was about to break the taboo and speak, but——

What it is!

Why is the world shown in the big mirror placed against the wall completely different from the world he saw with his eyes!

The mirror is placed against the wall, and the world in the mirror should form a symmetrical mirror surface with the real world, but Han Yi saw——

In the mirror, his face and hands were covered with black air, and the source of the black air was a scorched black thing lying on Jiang Zhilan's body like a skinny monkey.

That thing seemed to be able to feel Han Yi's gaze. When he looked at it, it suddenly turned its head and opened its mouth, revealing its dense teeth!

hiss--

The sharp sound like scraping the bottom of a pot pierced his ears, and Han Yi was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, and it took several minutes to calm down.

He opened his eyes again, forcing himself not to look at the monster in the mirror, but to focus elsewhere.

curtains...candles...walls...

This is--!

Han Yi gasped again.

Zong Wangchuan in the mirror had his back facing him. Han Yi couldn't see his face, but he could see that the figure facing away from him was covered in black air, and there were tattered bandages on his neck and cuffs blowing away in the wind...

"you you……"

Han Yi couldn't suppress his fear, and he was about to question with his cheeks agitated.

At this time, Zong Wangchuan who was standing opposite him suddenly stopped chanting, raised his head, and said sharply, "Immediately! Stab it down!"

"--what?!"

Han Yi originally thought that the mandarin knife was a decoration, but he didn't expect it to be useful at all. He was confused for a moment, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and then——

There was a tooth mark on the wrist, bleeding black blood.

"This is... what is this thing!"

"The kid went berserk."

"Ah! Then, then, what should I do then!"

Han Yi was so painful that he couldn't hold the knife in his wrist, and his whole face was contorted.

"Hold on!"

While speaking, Zong Wangchuan had already stepped quickly to Jiang Zhilan's heart——

Throw out the scriptures—

Raise the Yang knife——

Grabbed the mandarin knife——

chap!

Slash in the air!

A black arc of blood splashed in the air.

In an instant, all the sticky discomfort disappeared, the stagnant air resumed its flow, and the depression was swept away.

Han Yi let out a long breath and looked at Zong Wangchuan who was sweating profusely from the lightning-like knife just now: "Are you okay?"

"fine……"

Zong Wangchuan breathed out weakly, threw aside the scrapped mandarin duck swords, and said to Jiang Zhilan who was lying on the ground, "It's dead, you can open your eyes now."

"really?"

Jiang Zhilan was overjoyed and hurriedly opened her eyes.

When she found out that in less than half an hour, Zong Wangchuan's whole body was dripping as if he had been fished out of the water, and Han Yi kept grinning his teeth while holding his unwounded wrist, and hurriedly asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" ?"

"No, no need...the next thing..."

"—I'll handle it."

Xiao Ming's voice suddenly sounded, and then he supported Zong Wangchuan as a matter of course, and gave Jiang Zhilan and Han Yi who were staying aside, a "fuck off" look.

Jiang Zhilan was overwhelmed by his arrogance like a monarch, completely unaware that this uninvited guy walked out of the mirror 3 minutes ago.

As for Han Yi——

He was terrified by what he saw in the exorcism mirror, even if he saw Xiao Ming walking out of the mirror, it was just a hallucination of a new species.

……

……

"...ummm...um...why...it's you again!"

The sleeping Zong Wangchuan was awakened by a familiar feeling, opened his eyes, and faced Xiao Ming's face.

"Honey, are you feeling better now? Come on, open up a little more, I want to feed you more!"

Xiao Ming spoke boldly, and forcibly continued the famous treatment called tonic.

"……you you……"

Zong Wangchuan was so angry at the shameless request that he wanted to kick him down, but before he moved his feet, he found that the layout of the room was strange——

This is someone else's room!

"Where is this! How can you just take me..."

Zong Wangchuan grabbed Xiao Ming's neck and shook it vigorously, asking him to wake up a little bit, not to always have such desires on his head.

Xiao Ming didn't take it seriously, and said while doing all kinds of tricks: "You fainted suddenly due to excessive physical exertion during the exorcism of Jiang Zhilan. Fortunately, I arrived in time and gave you emergency treatment. In addition, this room is The Jiang family provided it on their own initiative, and they are all waiting for you to wake up in the living room."

"...Then you are in this room, you have no feeling for me at that time...for a whole...for a whole..."

Thinking of this guy carrying himself back to the house in front of everyone, Zong Wangchuan's face turned black again.

However, Xiao Ming smiled cheaply and said, "Well, I woke you up with my deep love."

"Bullshit! Love's call!"

Zong Wangchuan pushed Xiao Ming away and tried to get up.

However, Xiao Ming grabbed his feet and dragged him to his side. While continuing to work, he said shamelessly: "I know that my love call is not the same as the ones often shown in TV dramas. But TV shows are for For all to see, how is it possible to call this more effective but also more personal way of calling for love..."

"do not talk!"

Zong Wangchuan decisively sealed Xiao Ming's mouth.

This guy's theory of "calling for love" is certainly shameful, but if the Jiang family who are anxiously waiting in the living room are attracted by the quarrel, Zong Wangchuan will be surrounded by even thicker shame, and he would like to kill people to silence them.

Having said that, Xiao Ming's "treatment" did indeed have a certain effect.

His in-depth explanation made Zong Wangchuan feel more and more clearly that his body was slowly recovering, and his spirit was slowly being revived.

But as long as he thinks that this guy is doing so many tricks for himself while he is sleepy, Zong Wangchuan is so angry that the muscles of his whole body tighten up, wishing to pinch his roots.

Feeling the anger of his lover, Xiao Ming had a comfortable smile on his face.

"Honey, I can confirm that you have recovered more than half of your spirit, as long as you..."

"Shut up! Instruments can't talk!"

Zong Wangchuan shouted angrily.

Xiao Ming, who had been reduced to a "medical instrument", laughed even harder.

The author has something to say: Recently, I have been reading about whether Ye Shenyue will use pregnancy to escape punishment after being sentenced to death. The discussion includes how Yue conceived L's child, and whether L will force her to Monthly abortion, who will take care of the child after it is born, how to take care of it, and "I come to sleep once a day when I know I'm pregnant, or never come once when I know I'm pregnant, which one is more abusive"...

Sure enough, it's a favorite stalk for a villain to be pregnant by a decent fuck~hahaha~