The god is an exorcist

Yuan Ziyu put down the yellow talisman and asked Yan Heng, "Has anyone else touched this besides you?"

Yan Heng shook his head: "Except for taking a bath to avoid getting wet, I usually wear it next to my body."

Yuan Ziyu pushed the jade tube and the yellow talisman in front of Yan Heng: "This thing is no longer effective. It seems that you have offended someone. He deliberately smeared the woman's menstrual blood on the talisman to make it useless."

Yan Heng heard that the word "Chuan" was squeezed out between the two delicate eyebrows. Even if Yuan Ziyu didn't point it out, anyone who can tamper with the amulet in such a short time when he is taking a bath, besides the people close to him, there will be others. who?

Dou Wei also heard the meaning of his words, excitedly raised three fingers: "I will never do such a thing!"

"I know." Yan Heng said: "We grew up together, if you wanted to harm me, you should have done it long ago, why did you wait until now." Besides, this kid is always straightforward in everything he does.If he had any malice towards him, he would definitely slash him with a knife, it was impossible to use such a winding method.

Hearing this, Dou Wei exhaled in relief, and then looked at Yan Heng worriedly.

Yan Heng smiled at his eyes, and gently pushed him: "Why are you looking at me like a stray animal?"

"I wouldn't look at stray animals like this." Dou Wei retorted, "I'm concerned about you. I think it's better to tell your dad about this."

Yan Heng was noncommittal, turned to Yuan Ziyu and asked, "Can you draw such a talisman?"

Yuan Ziyu shook his head: "I don't have enough spiritual power right now, so I can draw you a few exorcism talismans at most, and help you resist at critical moments, but it's useless when encountering high-level monsters, you'd better go find them as soon as possible." That tall man of your stuff."

Yan Heng nodded and pulled Dou Wei up from the sofa, "That's troublesome sir."

After getting the exorcism talisman from Yuan Ziyu, Yan Heng dragged Dou Wei out of the office, Dou Wei followed him downstairs, thinking that he was going back to his father Yan Sheng to ask about that expert: "How about it, come back now Mansion?"

"No." Yan Heng quickly opened the car door and got into the passenger driver: "Don't tell my family about this, especially my dad, and your dad, too."

"Why! Now someone wants to harm you!" Dou Wei protested.

"It's okay, I probably already know who did it." Yan Heng said.

"Do you know who it is?" Dou Wei, who had already sat in the driver's seat, turned around abruptly, making the body shake a bit.

"Ah."

"who is it?"

Yan Heng hesitated for a moment: "...I can't say it."

"Damn it! You still keep it a secret from me! Are we still good buddies who grew up together? You don't trust me!" Dou Wei was heartbroken.

Yan Heng took a deep look at him, and said with a serious expression: "It's because we are good buddies that I can't tell you."

"...Okay." Seeing his seriousness, Dou Wei had no choice but to give up first: "But if you need my help, you must tell me, I will always stand by your side."

"Yeah." Yan Heng smiled: "Let's drive and take me back to the studio."

There are few vehicles on the roads in the suburbs, but the scenery is very good. Yan Heng looked out of the car with his head propped up. The sun was just right, and the green grass was pleasing to the eye. The green trees quickly swept back, leaving only a string of blurred residues. film.

The car window was not closed, the wind blew his slightly long brown hair up and down, covering his sight, his slender fingers with well-defined knuckles casually pinned those mischievous strands of hair behind his ears, closed his eyes and sucked hard Taking a mouthful of the air with the fragrance of sunshine and green grass, and then slowly exhaling, the complicated mood finally calmed down a little.

Dou Wei glanced at him slightly, and found that his originally soft and docile hair had been blown into a chicken coop, so he slightly slowed down the car, "By the way, Yan Heng, isn't it because of that most of your visit this time? Mr. Ziyu, why don't you sit down for a while?"

"I can't hold it anymore." Yan Heng replied in a weary tone.

"What can't be stretched anymore?" Dou Wei was puzzled.

Yan Heng was silent for a while: "...I'm afraid that if I stay any longer, I won't be able to hold back my nosebleeds again."

"..." Thinking of his previous expression, Dou Wei had no doubts about the authenticity of this sentence.

Suddenly Yan Heng asked: "Did you notice that the male god had a strange expression when he saw that amulet?"

Dou Wei shook his head: "No. What happened to his expression?"

Yan Heng rolled up the car window, scratched his hair casually, then lazily leaned on the backrest and said: "When he saw the amulet, he was obviously shocked and puzzled, but when he talked about it later, he changed It became a slightly contemptuous tone, and even mentioned it with 'that thing' instead, I think he should be someone who doesn't like giving me amulets."

"What you said seems to be true." Dou Wei recalled Yuan Ziyu's expression, and affirmed Yan Heng's analysis.

"That's why I don't plan to look for that expert anymore. Now is a god-sent opportunity to get in touch with my male god." Yan Heng's eyes were burning, and he almost made a gesture of cheering with his fists.

Dou Wei: "...You are really chasing someone with your life. You might as well just confess to him."

"Then what can I do." Yan Heng said: "What if the sudden confession scares him? What if he doesn't like men? What if..."

Yan Heng was stopped by Dou Wei before he finished speaking: "If he doesn't agree, you can take out a big stack of red tickets until he agrees, anyway, the Yan family is rich and powerful."

So Dou Wei got a free blow from Yan Heng after saying this: "Will my male god be the kind who is so low-level that you can buy it with money? Besides, I hope he will like me." , I like me as a person, not my background, for my true love, patience and waiting are worth it."

Dou Wei yelled twice, rubbed his head, and sighed again: "I have known you for more than 20 years, and this is the first time I realize that you are so hypocritical..."

……

Not long after Yan Heng left, Yuan Ziyu packed up and planned to go out.

The little sweeper who came back from the purchase was washing dishes in the kitchen. When he heard the sound, he poked his head out like a kitten and asked, "Where are you going, sir?"

Yuan Ziyu put the talisman into the bag and replied: "Just now there was an entrustment call, I will go to the scene to see it now."

"Oh..." Xiao Sao's elongated voice seemed a little disappointed. My husband won't be able to accompany me at home today, but if my husband doesn't work, I won't have sweet cakes and candies to eat. Thinking about it this way, Xiao Sao barely feels like watching it alone. Home is also available.

"Then come back early, and make hibiscus soup and braised fish tonight."

"Yeah. Then I'm leaving." Yuan Ziyu opened the door.

"be careful on the road."

"Clap."

The final sound of the last word and the closing sound of the door blend together.

When Yuan Ziyu arrived at Ganlu Village, he saw a group of people whispering and pointing around the entrance of the village from a distance.

I found a place to park the car, and heard some sporadic conversations before I got close.

"This haunted house is going to be torn down."

"Oh, these demolition team members are so courageous."

"Isn't the old man Ma still stopping me? I hope nothing happens."

"Please let it go."

As soon as Yuan Ziyu squeezed into the crowd, he heard an old voice: "This really can't be dismantled, and there will be retribution if it is dismantled, you believe me..."

When he got out of the crowd, he saw an old man in his sixties trying to persuade a short, dark-skinned middle-aged man, and behind him was a dilapidated bungalow.

The house is not big, only about [-] square meters, the stone brick walls are gray and white after weathering the weather, the windows have no glass, and even the window frames are corroded, as if they would be broken into slag if touched.The red paint on the wooden door has long been mottled, with circles of water stains on it, crookedly lying on the side like a dying patient, a corner of the wall on one side has collapsed, broken bricks are scattered everywhere, on the roof Most of the mud-covered grass tiles were broken, but a few were still sticking stubbornly.

Lonely and miserable, he looked like an octogenarian beggar.

"Hee hee..." A crisp laughter sounded, and Yuan Ziyu saw a child with two braids poking his head out from behind the collapsed corner of the wall as if playing hide-and-seek, and then disappeared under the wall in a blink of an eye.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he heard the black-skinned man yelling: "The whole land of Ganlu Village has been acquired by Tengfei Group. I don't care about ghosts or ghosts. Today I am This broken house is going to be demolished! Old man, I warn you not to meddle in your own business!"

Old man Ma got angry when he heard him speak so impolitely. He raised his arms flat, stopped in front of the excavator, and shouted: "If I say it can't be dismantled, it can't be dismantled! If you want to dismantle it, you can do it from me." Roll over!"

"Hey, you old man!" Seeing that the black-skinned man wanted to make a move, Yuan Ziyu quickly inserted into the middle of the two calmly. Bo Khan, apparently hurried over, followed by two men.

When the black-skinned man saw this person, he immediately put away his bully face and said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Ma, why are you here?"

Mr. Ma just nodded for a moment, did not answer, and then walked to the old man and grabbed his arm, complaining in a tone: "Dad! Why did you come here again? How many times have I told you that our company is here?" It’s already been bought, and it’s up to the company to dismantle it or build it up, so please don’t disturb the water, okay?”

Old man Ma glared at him, pulled his arm out of his hand, and scolded angrily, "I'm nosy? I'm saving their lives! You grew up here, don't you know that this house is haunted? You dare to buy the land here, so you are not afraid of accidents? Is your conscience fed to dogs?!"

The man in the suit squeezed the center of his brows with a slight headache, and stopped trying to persuade him. He winked at the two people behind him. The two men lifted old man Ma out of the crowd with one arm, just like lifting furniture. Leaving the old shouting and scolding all the way.

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