The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 19 Spiritual Medium
The dark leather boots stomped on the pavement tiles, and the cold night wind slipped into the cuffs of the hoodie, taking away the hard-earned body temperature.

Li Ang took out the sunglasses and mask he bought at the flea market from his pocket and put it on, he stopped at the bottom of an old residential building and looked up. It is to add a bit of coldness to this place.

He took out his mobile phone, compared the address information on it, and stepped into the gate of the residential building.

There are several large black garbage bags piled up in the corner of the corridor smelling of mildew, and the walls painted with inferior white paint can't hide the smoky gray-black traces. It seems that there has been a particularly tragic incident here. fire.

The incandescent lamp gave off a gloomy cold light, Li Ang put on the hood, rubbed his hands, and climbed up the narrow steps.

This residential building used to belong to a high-end residential area. According to the comments on the Internet, it has witnessed the change of ten Gotham mayors and the establishment of a new city in Gotham. However, the fire that killed several people more than ten years ago, As a result, the building declined irreversibly, and it could only sink into the ruins of history together with its past glory.

The fourth room on the left on the seventh floor, here we are.

Li Ang knocked the door with his knuckles, and there was a rush of footsteps inside the door.

"coming."

The door was opened with a gap, and there was a middle-aged couple inside. Their eyes were sunken, their eye circles were black, and they looked haggard. It seemed that they had been tortured by something.

Seeing Li Ang wearing sunglasses and a mask, the woman kneaded the hem of her clothes nervously, and asked nervously, "Are you a psychic?"

Two days ago, the couple learned about the existence of psychics through acquaintances, and sent an email to Li Ang, asking him to see if he could solve a certain incident related to spirits.

"To be precise, I'm not a psychic." Li Ang pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said, "The psychic can be traced back to the witch doctor shaman at the beginning of the enlightenment of human civilization, referring to the ability to communicate with gods in a religious sense." psychics, psychics, and ghosts, but I am different, summoning spirits is not my specialty, and I have some experience in subjugating demons and slaying ghosts."

The husband and wife looked at each other, seemingly at a loss. It wasn't until Li Ang coughed that he suddenly understood and opened the door for him.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Li Ang smelled a strange scorched smell in the air, like charred charcoal from a firewood, with a hint of sweet and meaty smell.

The smell of barbecue, the ghost in the fire?
He looked around, the furnishings in the room can be said to be very simple, the refrigerator in the style of the last century, the pilled carpet, and the large TV, all of which showed the predicament of this family.

"Well, from the family portrait on your table, it can be seen that the person who was entangled by the spirit body should be a boy about seven or eight years old. Is he in the bedroom?"

Li Ang asked abruptly.

The husband and wife froze for a moment, "You mean Ben? Yes, he is in the bedroom."

"Open the door."

The man hesitated for a moment, swallowed, "Uh, don't you need to prepare something like a ceremony?"

"You mean the exorcism circle?" Li Ang made a triangle gesture and said, "Let me see how the situation is before we can prescribe the right medicine."

The man nervously took out the key from his pocket, took a deep breath, and stuffed the brass key into the lock, "Well, Ben's state is a bit weird, you'd better be mentally prepared."

He carefully opened a crack in the door and let Li Ang peep inside.

The decoration style of the bedroom is very careful, as can be seen from the brand-new children's animation posters and piles of dolls on the wall, but the position where the window should be is completely covered by dense wooden boards, so that the wind cannot penetrate.

As for the boy Li Ang found him, the soft hair that should have been light golden has almost fallen off, revealing a dry and chapped forehead, and the checkered shirt he was wearing was even more tattered and sagging on his body.

As for his tall and bloated abdominal cavity, it swells and stretches from time to time, as if some kind of long snake is lurking under the skin.

The boy's ankles are shackled and connected to the bed's steel frame by finger-thin steel cables.

He leaned on the corner of the ceiling and the wall in a lizard posture, and when he sensed the light, he twisted his neck 180 degrees, staring at Li Ang with the white of his pale eyes, and his pupil was just a tiny black spot.

"Roar!"

The boy roared like a beast, and leapt forward with his feet on the ceiling. When his fingertips were about to touch Li Ang, he was strangled tightly by the iron chains tied around his ankles, and he screamed a few times in vain. , and shrank back to the corner, leaving his back outside the door.

Li Ang asked the man to close the door thoughtfully, and said, "This is a very serious spiritual parasitism. When did it start? Do you still have any memories?"

".It should be half a year ago. Ben fell off the bed while playing. Since then, he has been suffering from a fever. He has been to countless hospitals but no cause can be detected."

The man put his arms around his wife who was crying silently, and said softly: "Ben started to sleepwalk a month ago, uttered vague words, couldn't see the light, and used scissors to harm himself. In desperation, we had no choice but to shrink him. in the house.

We have been to many churches, psychics or other psychics these days, and they can't come up with anything. "

"That's it." Li Ang paused, and said, "I'll go in and kill that wraith later, don't be afraid if there are any strange sounds."

"Kill, kill?"

The husband and wife looked at each other in dismay. They had seen so many psychics, and they all took out the "Bible" to expel the vengeful spirits away. No psychic medium had ever come up and destroyed the vengeful spirits with murderous intent.

The woman asked anxiously, "Will killing the wraith hurt Ben?"

"No, when he wakes up, it's like a dream at most, peaceful and comfortable—except that he was inexplicably repeated for half a semester."

Li Ang signaled the man to open the door, and the latter hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly, "What are you going to do? Do you want to use the Bible? Or sea salt?"

"That kind of thing is too weak." Li Ang walked into the back kitchen, took out a slender western meat cleaver from the cutlery cabinet, shook it twice and then shook it with satisfaction.

"Mr. Psychic Medium, you, don't be impulsive." The man nervously blocked his wife and the bedroom door behind him, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Don't panic, I'm a professional."

Li Ang pulled the couple away, kicked the wooden door open, jumped up to the ceiling lightly with his toes, strangled the boy by the neck and threw him hard on the bed in the bedroom.

"Leave this body." Li Ang put the knife on the boy's carotid artery and said indifferently.

The corner of the boy's mouth almost reached his ears, and he replied with a wild smile: "No, yes, yes."

"Then die."

(End of this chapter)