The god is an exorcist

Of course, ordinary people like Dou Wei cannot see this evil spirit.

Yuan Ziyu and Hu Zhu exchanged glances, and Hu Zhu understood immediately. He first used spells to block the cameras in the corridor, and then jumped back into a human form from a puppet.

Hu Zhu stretched his hands towards the overflowing evil energy, and the evil energy immediately entangled his palm like a living thing. After a while, he shook his hand and said, "This feeling is a demon."

"Mei?" Yuan Ziyu's heart skipped a beat, and he was the first to think of the painting that Yan Heng had drawn for him.

It is mentioned in animism that "everything has a spirit". There are also stories about immortals in paintings and puppet souls in various strange annals in ancient times. In fact, most of them are ghosts.

Ordinary dead things can become spirit monsters without long-term practice and absorption of the aura of heaven and earth, but the charms are different. They are formed because they absorb the strong emotions of the creators during creation, so the only instinct after the formation of the charms is to satisfy the creators. Emotions in them, and absorb the essence of their bodies in return, and the person who is absorbed by them will gradually weaken and die.

"Drowning in a beautiful dream." Yuan Ziyu smiled wryly, "Sometimes this can be regarded as a happy thing."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing can make you happier than living a good life!" Hu Zhu taught him very seriously, raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Dou Wei, and said after dispelling the spell: "Hide in the safety ladder. "

"Why am I here?" Dou Wei, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed, but when he met Hu Zhu's sharp eyes, he immediately closed his mouth and disappeared behind the safety elevator door.

The whole room seemed to be pulled into another world, it looked empty and cold.

Yan Heng lay on the side of the bed, letting the charm behind him hug him tighter and tighter, his ribs felt like they were about to be broken, his lungs were squeezed, and even breathing became difficult, but he felt extremely peaceful in his heart.

"My dear, it seems that there are two uninvited guests at home. They must want to separate us. Do you want to separate from me? Are you willing to separate from me?" The cold lips whispered seductively in his ear, as if A kiss that seems like nothing.

"No!" Yan Heng excitedly attached his hand to the arm that was tightening around him: "I will not let anyone hurt you, and I will never separate from you!"

"Then come with me, to a place where only us are, so that we can be together forever." The seductive voice continued to erode his reason.

"Let's walk together, walk together...together forever..." Yan Heng murmured, his eyes gradually lost their brilliance, like diamonds that had been infiltrated with nitrogen-containing substances and turned black and discolored. The puppet whose string was cut went limp.

Standing in front of the door, Hu Zhu put his five fingers together in front of the lock and made a sliding gesture with his hand knife. The high-end electronic lock was immediately and silently opened, and the evil energy in the house poured out like overflowing water finding an outlet.

"I'll go, your man has raised a house full of evil spirits, right? Such a big evil spirit, the emotions are really rich."

Yuan Ziyu was not in the mood to joke with him, such a strong evil spirit was really abnormal, and it had only been five days since Yan Heng lost contact, but the current situation seemed to be at least three times more serious, could it be that this was also related to the strange aura in his body? About spiritual power?

The air in the house was dull and oppressive, and the strong discomfort brought by the evil spirit made Yuan Ziyu feel as if he was in the low pressure before the rainstorm. Everything around him seemed to be covered with a piece of black sand, looking dirty and old.

"I'm not angry anymore." Hu Zhu put away his cynical demeanor, and his expression became extraordinarily serious.

Yuan Ziyu's heart suddenly sank, he pursed his lips, and said in an unusually calm voice: "In short, if you live, you must see people, if you die, you must see corpses."

After clapping hands twice, the originally dull air suddenly cleared up a lot. Yuan Ziyu held a purification talisman in each hand, and chanted the mantra silently and threw them in opposite directions. At the moment on the wall, the Yingying light wall spread out around the talisman and gradually became one piece, like a big open umbrella covering the whole house, those evil spirits like black mist seemed to be stabbed by the sun. The clouds that passed through gradually disappeared.

The air became clear again, and the real appearance of the entire living room was presented before their eyes.

Although Yuan Ziyu couldn't understand Yan Heng's paintings, he still recognized his decoration taste.

The decoration is full of modern sense, the furniture is simple and textured, it looks comfortable and stylish, definitely more comfortable than the pure luxury style of Dou's house before.

"Wow!" Hu Zhu on the side let out an exaggerated admiration: "When did Xiao Yuyu's purification technique become so good, didn't the Yuan family's technique always focus on sealing and elimination?"

The heart was throbbing in the chest cavity as if it was stalling, and Yuan Ziyu's body was invaded by a sense of emptiness that was worse than pain. An indescribable fishy smell rose from his throat, as if an invisible big hand was hollowing out his internal organs and tearing at him. with his soul.

"I am no longer from the Yuan family." Yuan Ziyu turned his face away from Hu Zhu's gaze, and tried to sound calm: "There is no time to dawdle here, Yan Heng is very dangerous now."

Yuan Ziyu, who was trying to confuse his physical discomfort, was pulled by Hu Zhu's arm as soon as he finished speaking, and there was slight anger in his eyes: "Purification and treatment are contrary to the Yuan family's techniques, and rashly performing techniques will cause harm to your body. Don't you know what a burden it is?!"

"So what?" Yuan Ziyu looked up at him and asked back, as if what made Hu Zhu angry was just an innocuous joke in his eyes.

Looking at those calm phoenix eyes, the corners of which were slightly red from forbearance, it was the first time that Hu Zhu felt that what he thought he knew about him was just a joke that wasn't funny.

Hu Zhu let go of his hand as if he was defeated, Yuan Ziyu walked to the room on the left first, and opened the door with just a light touch with his hand, and what he saw was what he had vaguely guessed, but was unexpected.

"Hee hee... You are late, he is going to merge with me." "Yuan Ziyu" in "Love" poked his head out of the canvas, and the original holiness on his face, which was more beautiful than the real deity, had long since appeared. Replaced by evil spirits, the red eyes seemed to bleed at any time, and it looked extremely coquettish. The snake-like slender neck connected the head to the body on the canvas, making Yuan Ziyu think of a monster called Flying Head Man .

Yan Heng's body was tilted, his dull eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, his mouth was slightly open, if it wasn't for a slight twitch from time to time, he would have been almost the same as a lifeless corpse, allowing the charm to protrude from the canvas with two thick The rope-like arms tightly entangled him, dragging him bit by bit into the dark and terrifying crack on the canvas.

And most of his body has been submerged in the nothingness of the canvas gap.

"It's too late, he wants to be with me..." Mei Mei's voice was extremely sharp: "This body is more delicious than his essence, a lot of spiritual energy is constantly pouring into my body, so full, so good Enriched..."

"Spit him out, you disgusting impostor!" Yuan Ziyu was really angry this time. He liked Yan Heng's painting for him very much, but now this painting turned out to be a way to seduce Yan Heng and even try to get him. The devil of his life!

Unforgivable!

The spiritual power gathered at the fingertips of Yuan Ziyu's seal, exuding golden light, suddenly his wrist tightened, and he glared displeasedly at Hu Zhu who stopped him.

Hu Zhu smiled: "Would you still do it with me?"

He took two steps forward, the fear of the powerful opponent Benkeng made Qi Mei put away his complacent face, and accelerated the movement of dragging Yan Heng into his body.

"It's just a bit of a charm." Hu Zhu said contemptuously, the nails of his hands suddenly turned into the tips of beast claws, and the sharp and tough nails were like small daggers, slightly curved, reflecting metal at the top cold light.

Raising his hand seemingly casually, the invisible wind blade directly cut off the head protruding from Qi Mei with the sound of piercing the air, and even the arm wrapped around Yan Heng was broken into several pieces. Turned into a black color like a burnt branch.

Hu Zhu looked at Gu Lulu's charming head rolling in front of him, his wide-open phoenix eyes were full of incredulous expressions.

He lifted his foot and put his head on the bottom of his feet, his long silver hair covered his expression in a shadow like a waterfall, but it couldn't hide the disdain in his tone: "You can't even compare to him , Counterfeit goods."

With force on the toes, the head was turned into powder with a light crush.

Yuan Ziyu came to the side of the portrait and pulled Yan Heng out of the canvas. Seeing that the swallowed part of him was sticky and covered with a layer of light green mucus, he felt nauseated.

Using the fire talisman to completely burn the remnants of the demon, Yuan Ziyu made an emergency call, and together with Hu Zhu and Dou Wei sent the unconscious Yan Heng to the hospital.

Yuan Ziyu touched the face of Yan Heng, who was on an IV drip, haggard and unconscious, and said to Hu Zhu, "Maybe he won't remember about the evil spirit when he wakes up, so don't tell him."

"Do you think it's your fault that he behaved like this?" Hu Zhu sat on a chair beside him, crossing his slender legs casually.

"Isn't it?" Yuan Ziyu had mixed feelings in his heart: "Maybe he really likes me, but love at first sight is such a thing, do you believe it?"

Hu Zhu spread his hands: "People's hearts, even if I live for thousands of years, I still don't understand."

"Also..." Yuan Ziyu smiled wryly: "Go back."

When Dou Wei came back with fruits and drinks, he found that Yuan Ziyu and Hu Zhu had already left. He looked at Yan Heng who was on the hospital bed, hesitated for a moment, and took out his mobile phone to call Yan Heng's mother.

"Hello, Aunt Yan, Yan Heng is in the hospital... No, no, don't worry, the doctor said it was just a coma caused by malnutrition and fatigue... Mmm, just rest for a few more days... The address is..."

The author has something to say:

The old fox is a real cheat!I have to add drama to the girl Heng in the future QAQ

There is a relationship between the husband and the old fox, so the old fox protects him in this way, which will be discussed later in the plot.