The god is an exorcist

After closing the door, the room with the tightly drawn curtains fell into darkness again, but fortunately, it was daytime, and the room was not so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, but there was a hazy feeling that dawn was about to dawn.

The air was sticky and cold, like a layer of paste on the bare skin, and even breathing became difficult.

The singing stopped after Yuan Ziyu entered the door. A figure wrapped in a faint soft light stood upright with his back facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The water-blue costume looked very dull under the insufficient light. It became a large stain on the clothes and had no aesthetic feeling at all.

He folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and his long sleeves dragged two gray and white ripples on the black water-like floor.

"Qiu Fan, you're back..." Yan Heng raised his head, half of his face fell into shadow against the light, in stark contrast to the other half of his face painted with pale oil paint, the corner of the eye with half of makeup was dyed charming by rouge The pink color is particularly treacherous.

Yuan Ziyu slowed down his approach, secretly took out an exorcism talisman and hid it in his palm, and replied casually: "Well, I'm back, what are you doing?"

Yan Heng raised his arm and waved the water sleeve left and right, the corner of his mouth raised: "I'm practicing your favorite play "A Dream in the Garden"."

At this time, Yuan Ziyu was already close enough to him to see the half face without makeup clearly. The face was slightly thin, and the bridge of the nose was straight. Unlike the charming eye with makeup, the other had round litchi eyes with slightly Drooping, it looks harmless to humans and animals.

It's a pity that his eyes are cloudy and lack luster. If those eyes are refilled with vitality, they must have a very sunny and pleasing appearance.

Yan Heng took a step forward. He was half a head taller than Yuan Ziyu. He easily put his two slender arms on Yuan Ziyu's shoulders. He slightly lowered his head to narrow the distance between the two of them. An indescribable intoxicating fragrance hit the tip of his nose.

Yuan Ziyu was not used to maintaining such an ambiguous posture with strangers, he frowned slightly, and stepped back calmly, but the man came closer as if he was attached to him, leaning his head on his shoulder, The seductive red lips touched his ears temptingly, with a warm breath: "Let's die together."

Those whispers that sounded like whispers of love spoke out dangerous sentences.

A feeling of numbness exploded from Yuan Ziyu's scalp, and ran all the way down his body like an electric current, making his skin crawl, but this was entirely due to his instinctive rejection of strangers.

Yuan Ziyu pushed away Yan Heng who was almost spread on his body, and quickly slapped the talisman in his hand on his forehead, looking at the person who was pushed away and fixed on the spot as if frozen, said mockingly: "I'm really sorry that I haven't lived enough, and I don't want to die with a guy like you with a broken heart."

The faint fluorescence spread out around the talisman like a glass cover, enveloping Yan Heng in it, and Yuan Ziyu made a seal with both hands: "Now let me see what your original shape is!"

Silently reciting the mantra, the fluorescence covering Yan Heng began to spread outward layer by layer like water waves. The originally motionless figure began to twitch from the face, and then the whole person began to shake like a robot with insufficient battery and out of control. The frequency increased, and a blurry silhouette began to struggle above Yan Heng's body. It was covering the face that was so blurred that the facial features could not be seen clearly, and the face revealed from between the fingers was painfully distorted.

"Ho ho—" the blurred outline gasped in pain, suddenly it put down its hand, and its two black hole-like eyes fixed on Yuan Ziyu. At this time, Yan Heng's wide-open eyes began to turn red and shed tears. Two lines of blood and tears.

Yuan Ziyu was stunned, and took advantage of the gap to let out a roar. The invisible resentment turned into a black mist visible to the naked eye, and hit the light wall emitted by the talisman like a cannonball. Several cracks were opened.

"Snapped!"

The fragile wall of light fell apart in an instant, turning into spots of light and dissipating in the darkness, and the magic-breaking talisman attached to Yan Heng's head also ignited and turned into fly ash.

All this happened in an instant, and Yuan Ziyu was instantly swallowed by the black mist before he could react.

Yuan Ziyu clicked his tongue, originally thought it was just an ordinary monster, but he didn't expect that it contained such a big resentment and obsession, he was really careless.

After a short period of dizziness, a beam of bright light fell on Yuan Ziyu's eyelids. Someone was talking in his ears, and his slender eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and he opened his eyes.

Everything he saw was double images, he shook his head, and the double images overlapped together, and everything in front of him finally became clear.

This place looks like a wealthy family's house. There are rockery and small gardens in the yard, which are well maintained and thriving.

At this moment, Yuan Ziyu was standing on a veranda, and not far behind him, two people dressed as maids were walking towards him with food boxes.

When they collided head-on, Yuan Ziyu instinctively wanted to hide, but found that the two of them didn't seem to be able to see him at all, and they went straight through his body. He looked at his almost translucent body, as if realizing something, turned and followed Behind those two people.

"Mother He, what kind of person lives here, so that our master Pei is so caring, he specially picked a house, sent someone to take care of him, and put so many people around to guard?" The questioner was the younger one among the two. The one who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round face still full of childishness.

The woman called He Ma glared at her and reprimanded: "How many times have I told you to do things more than talk less, and don't inquire about what you shouldn't."

After being scolded, the little girl stuck out her tongue playfully, then took a few steps to calm down and said without giving up: "I see, it's probably because our master is hiding in the golden house. But if the master wants to marry a concubine, he can just marry her." Come in, why are you hiding people so sneakily?"

Upon hearing this, Mother He stopped and looked around quickly, then reached out and patted the little girl on the back twice, and continued to reprimand: "You damn girl, are you impatient? The master's tongue dares Chewing! It’s a good thing I heard it, if it is heard by other people and passed to the ears of the master and madam, I won’t take your skin off!”

The little maid screamed in pain from her beating, but she saw He's mother put her head close to her mysteriously, and lowered her voice: "The one who lives here cannot be married...he is a man."

"A man? Since you are a man, why hide it?"

Seeing the ignorant look on the little girl's face, Mother He said: "This man is different from others, he can do that kind of thing..." Afraid that the little girl didn't understand, she added: "It's just that men and women are in bed. The kind of thing you do in between."

The little maid was stunned for a moment when she heard the words before she suddenly realized, her round face immediately turned red like a ripe apple: "We, our master still has that habit?"

"Hush..." Mother He made a soft gesture, "I heard that this man was kidnapped by the master! Don't talk, don't talk, let's go, you must be strict about this matter and don't mess around. Say, otherwise we will have nothing to eat."

I don't know whether it was because my curiosity was satisfied or because I was frightened by He Ma's serious look, the little maid said nothing all the way, and Yuan Ziyu followed them to the door of a room guarded by two burly servants.

"We are here to deliver meals." Mama He greeted, and the two servants who looked like door gods opened the closed door and let them in.

Yuan Ziyu followed them into the threshold, but when he looked up, he found that he was still standing outside the door, but this time there was no "door god" at the door.

"I want to go back, Qiu Fan, please let me go back." Yuan Ziyu was about to open the door when he heard a begging voice from inside the room.

The voice was full of the warm feeling unique to opera actors, a little sharp, but it could be heard that it was a man.

"No, no! Ruhua, you know I've been waiting for ten years for today, and I will never let you go easily this time." Ruhua's plea was flatly rejected by another deep male voice, "Besides, you already There is nowhere to go back."

"You...what do you mean?" Ruoxiang had a premonition, his voice trembling.

"They are all dead. Your wife, daughter, and the theater troupe. The temple where they stayed was on fire last night. Everyone was burned to death."

Pei Qiufan's tone was as indifferent as if he was not talking about how many people died, but "I passed by the garden today and picked a flower at random".

The crisp sound of the skin being whipped shook the surrounding air, followed by the trembling, painful, and hysterical roar of the painting: "You did it! You crazy! You, you ..."

The suffocation brought about by the great grief oppressed Ruhua's throat, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his neck and tightening it continuously, so that his voice was stuck in his throat, and he could no longer speak a word .

"If I don't do this, can you let go of those people?! What did you promise me? You said you would wait for me, but you married that woman and had children! Can't forgive, I can't forgive the woman who seduced you behind my back! "Pei Qiufan's voice finally lost his composure and became crazy.

"You are really crazy..." Ruhua let go of his hand holding Pei Qiufan's sleeve, and fell powerlessly to the ground, tears wet his eyelashes and dripped down the softly contoured chin, forming circles The black dots are like a rain.

"I love you into a painting, I love you..." Pei Qiufan knelt down in front of him with red eyes, held his face in his hands, looked straight into those misty eyes, and repeated the phrase "I love you" over and over hypnotically You chased the tears on his face with the tip of your tongue, and then kissed those lips that had lost all color.