Demon husband's exorcism

When the sun was about to set, the man walked into the church.

He looked very disturbed and terrified.

"Lord, I have sinned, and I repent."

He cried out so sadly, walked up to the priest, and was about to kneel down, but was surprised by the priest's unexpected handsome face: "Are you... is Father Zhang not here today?"

"Father Zhang was selected by the bishop to participate in a week-long pilgrimage to the Vatican because of his pious and holy heart. I will be responsible for the teaching affairs during this period."

The handsome young priest pointed to the confessional room beside him and said, "If you want to confess, go to the confessional room over there and wait."

"I……"

The man rolled his eyes and said, "What do you want to call it?"

"My surname is Zong. You can call me Father Zong, or just Father Zong."

"Zong Xiaochuan" smiled slyly, turned around and walked behind the altar.

Looking at the tall and holy figure, a period of gloom passed through the man's heart inexplicably.

He raised his head, glanced at the icon nailed to the cross, gritted his teeth, and walked into the confessional.

A few minutes later, "Zong Xiaochuan" walked into the other side of the confessional.

He pretended to count the rosary beads, and said to the man on the other side of the grid: "Lost lamb, what do you have to ask the Lord to forgive?"

"me……"

The man hesitated.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally began to confess.

"I am a substandard man who treats my wife badly and often takes my office anger home and takes it out on her;

I was an unfilial son who insulted my mother, blamed her for marrying an incompetent husband, and caused me to be poorer than others since I was a child;

I am a dereliction of duty father, always critical of my children, in fact, when I was his age, I was far from one-tenth of his excellence...

I... I am greedy, arrogant and disrespectful, I feel that others are doing wrong, only I am right, I suspect that they are laughing at me behind my back, and look down on me... I am often angry and vent my troubles on others... ..."

Having said that, the man lowered his head and let out a sobbing sound.

On the other side of the confession room, a demon disguised as a priest gave a handkerchief and said comfortingly: "God has heard your confession, and he will forgive your mistakes. May you be more gentle to your mother and wife in the future, and be gentler to your mother." Children are more considerate..."

"Thank you. After talking to you, I feel much better."

The man whimpered and walked out of the confessional.

"Zong Xiaochuan" came after him suddenly, and said, "My child, if you still feel uneasy after confessing, you can talk to this person. He is my best friend and the most important servant of the Lord."

As he spoke, the priest put a business card into the man's hand.

The man lowered his head and glanced at the words on the business card: Zong Wangchuan.

"I see," he said, "I'll think about getting in touch with him."

"waiting for your good news."

"Zong Xiaochuan" smiled lovingly and watched the man leave.

After the man walked out of the church, an evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know what you did, but what you really want to confess is definitely not such trivial things as beating your wife, insulting your mother, or scolding your son. Those five undead have been following you all the time!"

"So you just give him your brother's contact information, so that he can continue to have a bad life?"

"Zhang Min" stepped out of the shadow of "Zong Xiaochuan" and asked with great interest.

"Zong Xiaochuan" smiled and said, "Don't you think the five undead who followed him all died normally?"

"Pfft, isn't that obvious?"

"Zhang Min" let out a light laugh.

In their field of vision, the depressed man was followed by five undead.

One looked fourteen or fifteen years old, with blood and mud on his head, and was wearing thick autumn and winter clothes.

The other four were charred all over, and it was impossible to determine whether they were male or female. Based on their body shapes, they could barely tell that they were a family of four with two adults and two children.

"Poor brother, he will once again be forced to relive the crimes he committed..."

……

……

"It's been a really bad month."

Zong Wangchuan was sitting at the bar to settle the accounts while admonishing Xiao Ming who was sitting next to him: "I don't have a decent job here except looking for cats and dogs, and your side... your bar is still in the red this month! For a whole year, there is not a day when the bar is not empty! I really don’t know if you are running a bar or Sancaitang!”

"Because I'm a happy little devil with no concept of money."

Xiao Ming said triumphantly.

Zong Wangchuan rolled his eyes at him, and said, "Don't feel ashamed but proud, that's what you describe."

"Then what kind of honor and shame should I have? Human money is meaningless to me. If it weren't for these things, I could get delicious food, cute tools and all kinds of enjoyment..."

"There are so many people who say they don't care about money! You really..."

Zong Wangchuan felt a headache.

He could only look away, lest he couldn't help but want to beat this weird devil again.

Xiao Ming also realized that the situation was wrong at this time, and An Fen said honestly: "It's just..."

"Don't be a sissy, it makes me sick!"

Zong Wangchuan interrupted Xiao Ming's cuteness again.

At this time, a decadent man wearing a hat walked into the bar.

"Is Mr. Zong here!"

The man took off his hat, revealing a scruffy face.

Xiao Ming glanced at Zong Wangchuan, and said maliciously, "Old lover?"

"Good idea, I'm not as sentimental as you are!"

Zong Wangchuan rolled his eyes, got up, walked up to the man with a scruffy beard, and said, "What do you want from me?"

"I am uncomfortable."

The man put down his hat and said sadly, "I can't sleep every day, every night..."

"Go to the hospital to prescribe medicine for insomnia and depression. If you are too stressed, you can make an appointment with a psychiatrist. If you have something on your mind, please go to a priest to confess." Zong Wangchuan said, "I am a detective, not a doctor who cures diseases and saves lives."

"But Father Zong asked me to come to you..."

The man took out the crumpled business card, flattened it, and put it in Zong Wangchuan's palm: "Ten days ago, I went to the church to ask the priest to confess...the priest told me that if I still feel uncomfortable after confessing, I should bring the business card to you." The Morning Star Bar is looking for you... I have nowhere to go, there is nowhere to escape..."

"Nowhere to escape?"

Hearing this, Zong Wangchuan looked at the man again.

He looked only 35 or [-] years old, but he seemed to be over fifty years old. His eyes were bloodshot, with black circles around the eye sockets, his cheeks were sunken, and his forehead was full of black air.

"You look like this but..."

"I am uncomfortable."

The man reiterated again: "It's very, very uncomfortable, I... I'm so uncomfortable that I'm about to..."

"Why are you uncomfortable?"

The man fell silent.

He looked around in distress and said, "I don't know, I don't know anything! I really don't know anything!"

"Don't you know anything?"

Zong Wangchuan glanced behind the man, and the five undead looked up in silence, looking at Zong Wangchuan quietly.

"Can you explain? What are these things behind you?"

"What did you say!"

The man is shocked.

He looked at Zong Wangchuan in fear like a frightened rabbit, and said, "Is there something behind me?"

"Well, there are five undead behind you, five undead who died unexpectedly."

Zong Wangchuan roughly described the appearance characteristics of these five undead. The man's eyes, which were already full of horror, gradually showed deep anxiety. His body was shaking, and every bone was shaking.

"...you're talking nonsense..."

He reiterated uneasily: "When a person dies, everything is over. How could there be undead... let alone being followed by undead... You are talking nonsense... Nonsense..."

"I'm sorry, even the most experienced psychic can't explain the things in the afterlife, let alone I'm just an ordinary person."

Zong Wangchuan said modestly, took the wine that Xiao Ming had mixed, and handed it to the man: "Drink this glass of wine, and tell me what happened."

"me……"

The man took the wine, but showed a flustered expression again.

"Don't evade the truth," Zong Wangchuan said, "avoiding will only push you into a more painful situation."

"Avoid...I never evade...I have always worked hard to do confession, I am a charity enthusiast, I have done many, many good deeds, I have helped many, many people...I have worked so hard to make up, how can it be possible It's avoiding..."

The man babbled.

He said a lot of irrelevant things, but he didn't mention what Zong Wangchuan really cared about.

Zong Wangchuan glanced at Xiao Ming, who smiled shamelessly, and said, "Honey, I don't work for nothing."

"Don't you do white work?"

Zong Wangchuan turned his head and whispered two words into his ear. Xiao Ming suddenly smiled, and said to the man who insisted that he was a kind person: "I believe that you are a kind person, and I also believe that you have been working hard to make up for it. But you If you come to me today, you must tell your secret, otherwise you will have to wait for the gods in the sky to save you."

"I've always made it up, I've always..."

The man is still talking hard.

Xiao Ming smiled, his eyes were red.

Suddenly, the man's eyes became a little sad, but the undead who had been following him raised their heads inexplicably, staring at Zong Wangchuan in confusion.

"This is a story that happened a long, long time ago..."

The man sighed in a low voice, and following his narration, the undead also faded away from the coldness of death, showing blood.

"We...we..."

The author has something to say: The debt collection of the undead is a short story equivalent to a side story, with a total of three chapters and [-] words, okay~