The god is an exorcist

Yuan Ziyu sat in the car back to the office, feeling a dull pain in his chest. He pressed his hand on the position of his heart, and felt the heart beating violently in his chest, like a bird trapped in a cage, desperately wanting to Break free.

"Sir, are you okay? Is there something wrong, should I take you to the hospital first?" The driver saw Yuan Ziyu's painful expression from the rearview mirror, and asked kindly.

"No need." Yuan Ziyu replied: "It's an old problem, I'll take it easy."

The driver gave him another worried look, and finally said nothing, continuing to drive seriously.

The pain gradually eased, Yuan Ziyu let go of his hand, and his eyes fell on the imprint on his wrist.

Without this, how could Xie Chong drag himself into the illusion of memories so easily.

……

Yuan Ziyu's office is in an apartment building on the outskirts of Huashi, with two bedrooms and one living room, complete with kitchen and bathroom.

Usually the living room is used as the reception area, and the small bedroom inside is where he lives. It is convenient to combine work and accommodation into one.

As soon as he entered the door, Xiaosao poked his head out of the kitchen. When he saw him, he happily ran over and circled him, chattering non-stop: "Mr. is back. Is this commission difficult? Are you tired? Are you hungry? Is it? I made my husband’s favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and winter melon clam soup, it will be ready soon, sir, please wash your hands first, then sit and rest for a while, I will call you when the meal is ready.”

"Yeah." Yuan Ziyu nodded, he didn't have any requirements for food, and Xiao Sao's craftsmanship is also very good, so he usually likes to eat anything.

By the way, I handed him the specially bought brownie cake, and saw him cheering and holding the cake, his short blond hair dancing like the autumn sunshine, carefully putting the cake in the refrigerator before slipping back into the kitchen, he couldn't help smiling.

Xiao Sao is a broomstick. Yuan Ziyu accidentally rescued him when he left home to wander around. Since then, he has been by Yuan Ziyu's side like a baby bird with imprinting behavior.

Maybe it was because one person was too lonely, or because he saw that he had no malicious intentions, Yuan Ziyu went with him after driving him away a few times and found that it didn't work, so one person and one monster gradually developed into the current "cohabitation" relationship.

Although he usually looks like a ten-year-old kid, and his personality is very simple and lively, but he is proficient in washing, cooking, housekeeping and cleaning. As an idiot in life, Yuan Ziyu is also happy to have someone take care of his daily life.

Combining breakfast and lunch, Yuan Ziyu ate very satisfyingly. After eating, he tended to get sleepy. He yawned, explained to Xiaosao, and went into the bedroom.

Putting on his pajamas and getting into the soft bed, he rubbed his head on the pillow, then shrank back to find a comfortable angle, and closed his eyes.

Consciousness gradually slackened, as if floating above the clouds and rippling with the wind, he soon fell asleep.

……

That night, Yan Heng dreamed of Yuan Ziyu. His beautiful phoenix eyes were bent into two lovely crescents, and he looked at himself with a smile on his face. Get close, and the dream comes to an abrupt end.

Yan Heng woke up annoyed, opened his eyes with great reluctance, and recollected the afterimage in his mind for a long time, until it was deeply engraved in his memory, he got up from the bed - did not know that the male god really laughed Will it be the same as in the dream when I wake up?

After tidying himself up carefully from head to toe, Yan Heng winked at the handsome man in the mirror and couldn't wait to call Dou Wei, asking him to accompany him to Ziyu office.

"What happened after yesterday's incident?" Yan Heng asked after getting into Dou Wei's bright yellow car that looked like he was running hot.

"It's been solved." Dou Wei said, turning the steering wheel, "Yesterday, I was at the position where Mr. Wang was rowing. I didn't dig too deep and saw a basement. I took out a tattered costume from it. At that time, I Burn it with peach wood as the master said, you don’t know, the smell when it was burned, I can’t even describe it, it almost made me vomit.”

Dou Wei wrinkled his face while talking, as if the nasty smell was around him, took out a bottle of perfume from the storage box while waiting for the red light, and sprayed it on the car.

The fresh oriental notes are very comfortable at first smell. The top notes of sandalwood, rosemary, white musk, and bergamot are dry and bright, but if the smell is too good, it will become a disaster. Now Yan Heng is getting more and more popular. The strong fragrance made me sneeze.

Yan Heng snatched the perfume bottle from his hand and took a closer look. Wasn't it the last time he went abroad to play and brought him a limited edition gift when he came back?

He reached out and tapped Dou Wei on the head, cursing: "Did you use perfume as an air freshener like this? Do you know how many people with money can't buy this bottle, it's a waste of money."

Putting the lid on the perfume and throwing it back into the storage box, and rolling down the car window to take a breath, Yan Heng was very depressed for a while, why he had been friends with such a tasteless person for more than 20 years.

Dou Wei didn't care, he rubbed his head and smiled, when the green light came on, he kicked the accelerator and "flyed" the car out.

"By the way, I checked the location history of that small villa last night, and then I learned a rumor about that costume, do you want to hear it?" Dou Wei deliberately lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious look.

"What rumor?"

"The location of that villa was actually a big house in the period of the Republic of China. It was bought by a businessman named Pei Qiufan as a gift to his good friend. His good friend is an actor named Liu Ruhua. The two often spend time together. There was a private meeting. Later, Pei Qiufan's wife knew about it. It is said that Pei Qiufan had married this wife for six years and had never touched her. She always thought it was Pei Qiufan's fault, but now Pei Qiufan has adopted A man, isn't she as attractive as a man? Of course she couldn't swallow this breath, so she went to the door directly that day and made the whole town know that Pei Qiufan liked men. Later, she didn't know if she was under too much pressure. Pei Qiufan and Liu Ruhua set fire to the house and committed suicide inside."

Dou Wei finished the matter in one breath, and clicked his tongue: "It's pretty miserable, isn't it? But there is another ending to this matter. It is said that the fire that burned them to death was actually Pei Qiufan's wife who set the fire on him in order to avenge him." of."

After Yan Heng listened silently, without speaking, Dou Wei continued on his own: "But I also had a dream the night you were possessed by an evil spirit. In the dream, Pei Qiufan was actually killed by Liu Ruhua. Isn’t it strange? Maybe what’s in my dream is the truth. Yan Heng, who do you believe in?”

"I would rather believe that they died for love." Yan Heng replied: "From a certain point of view, this ending is better."

Dou Wei tapped the steering wheel with his fingers: "Who knows, it's all rumors anyway, and only the person involved knows what the truth is. Oh, by the way, I'm going to find an excuse for my dad to sell that villa."

Yan Heng nodded: "Well, let's sell it, even if you don't sell it, you probably won't dare to live there in the future."

When Yan Heng and Dou Wei arrived, Yuan Ziyu had just finished breakfast and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Yuan Ziyu habitually called Xiaosao to open the door. He didn't get a response after shouting a few times, and then he remembered that Xiaosao had gone out to buy groceries, so he put away the messy newspapers, straightened his clothes, and personally to open the door.

Yuan Ziyu was a little surprised by the arrival of the two of them. He had just given up his seat and was about to make tea when the phone rang. After expressing his apologies, seeing the two shaking their heads to indicate that it was okay, he walked aside and answered the phone.

When I saw Yuan Ziyu yesterday, the light was not good, Yan Heng only felt that the male god looked amazing, and when I took a closer look today, it was not only amazing, it was amazing multiplied by three, the corners of the raised eyes were a little lazy, the facial features were soft, light pink His thin lips were like petals in early spring, and his neck was slender and white... Yan Heng swallowed, and by the way, lusted after the various parts covered by his clothes, and suddenly felt hot all over.

Dou Wei first sat down on the gray-blue fabric sofa, and turned around to find that Yan Heng was still standing there blankly, looking at Yuan Ziyu without blinking, like a hungry wolf looking at the thin-skinned and tender meat. The little white rabbit, afraid that he would do something impulsively, rushed to pull him: "Sit down, Yan Heng... what the hell! Why are you getting a nosebleed!"

Yan Heng subconsciously touched it with his hand, and felt a wet feeling from his fingertips, and he saw that his fingers were already red.

Yuan Ziyu heard the shout and turned around to see Yan Heng's face was bloody, and hurriedly hung up the phone and took them to the bathroom.

Frantically stopping the nosebleed, Yan Heng was secretly thankful that the male god didn't pay attention to his eyes just now, otherwise he might treat himself as a pervert and despise him.

Yuan Ziyu sat down opposite them, stared at his nose stuffed with two rolls of toilet paper and asked, "Are you all right?"

Yan Heng quickly pulled out the ball of paper and threw it into the trash can, then shook his head stiffly like a little boy being questioned by an idol.

Seeing that he seemed to be all right, Yuan Ziyu asked, "Then why did you come again today? Could it be that the matter hasn't been resolved?"

"No, no, no." Dou Wei waved his hands again and again, "Actually, I need help from my husband with something else."

"Oh..." Yuan Ziyu responded and asked, "What's the matter this time?"

"It's such a man... sir." Yan Heng, who almost said the word "male god", quickly turned his tongue, took the jade pendant from his neck and handed it to Yuan Ziyu: "I have a special physique since I was a child. It is especially easy to provoke evil spirits. Later, my father asked an expert for an amulet for me, and put it in this jade tube pendant. Since wearing the amulet, I have never been entangled by evil spirits again, but it suddenly happened again yesterday. For this kind of thing, I just want to ask Mr. to help me see if there is something wrong with the amulet?"

It was a high-quality suet white jade tube, translucent, with a greasy luster on the surface, but the thickness of the little finger was about three centimeters, and it was hollowed out to ward off evil spirits. You can see a yellow talisman inside.

Yuan Ziyu took the pendant, and after hearing what he said, he tilted his head and looked at him carefully, and found that there was indeed a strange spiritual force twisting in his body, like a bunch of tangled seaweed, messy and uneasy .

He pinched the two ends of the jade tube with his thumb and index finger respectively, and twisted it lightly. With a soft "click", the jade tube split into two parts, revealing the amulet rolled up inside.

Pulling out the amulet and unfolding it, Yuan Ziyu was stunned. This is not an amulet at all, but a restraining talisman unique to the Yuan family. It is often carved in places with special fluctuations in spiritual power or where evil spirits are prone to occur due to the accumulation of yin energy.But to successfully draw or carve this spell requires very high spiritual power, and there are only a handful of people in the Yuan family who can do it. Could it be that the Yuan family is the one that Yan Heng's father seeks?It can't be the head of the Yuan family, right?

To be able to get this thing from Yuan's family, it seems that his family background should not be simple, either powerful or rich.

According to Yan Heng, it wouldn't be a problem with the spell itself, otherwise he wouldn't be safe for so many years, then the only possibility is that he did something that made the spell invalid.

But there are no special taboos for this spell, unless... Yuan Ziyu looked carefully again, and sure enough, he found a blackened mark on the cinnabar at the end of the spell—someone deliberately smeared blood on it.

The author has something to say:

This is the end of the story about Liu Ruhua and Pei Qiufan. What the two experienced and what the ending is, the beholder has a different opinion. Friends who like to develop their brains can imagine for themselves. The next chapter will start a brand new story.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, when Yan Heng looked at Yuan Ziyu, he brought his own filter three feet thick - my Mr. Ziyu is so beautiful, I don't accept rebuttals!