Forces of Temptation

With Song Haining's support, Guan Junliang barely sat up with a pillow on his back.

In just a few dozen hours, his original frail temperament was eroded by a large amount of lethargy. His originally tall body seemed to be inhabited by a frail soul. The whole person obviously did not change at all, but he was visually thinner by a large circle.

His words were dry and concise like his voice: "Ban Hang and I rushed to the edge of the cliff when we heard Sisi's cry for help, but Ban Hang didn't want to go..."

Hearing this, Ban Hang's shoulders shook.

Guan Junliang's words brought back that memory that he didn't want to face.

Yes, not only did he open the attic privately, harming his teammates on the opposite side, he also indirectly killed Hua Sisi.

If he hadn't been so suspicious, if—

He completely ignored it. In the thick fog, when he suddenly heard someone calling for help, it was normal to be on guard.

"I can't persuade Banhang, and I'm afraid Sisi won't be able to hold on, so I can only go alone."

During the narration, Guan Junliang's voice gradually became painful and depressing.

He put his head in his hands, and buried most of his face in his raised knees: "Sisi was hanging on the edge of the cliff, he begged me to save him, I caught him, but by myself, I really... I Can't do it."

"I've been begging Banhang, but he's been standing far away—I begged him, and I said Sisi is true, I caught him, it's true. His hands were hot, and he clearly still alive..."

His originally low and sluggish tone, as the narration rose steadily, made Banhang more painful and embarrassing.

Just one step away from the emotional climax...

"stop."

Nan Zhou interrupted him: "Junliang, tell me again, how did Hua Sisi hang on the edge of the cliff?"

Guan Junliang: "..."

As soon as a tear came out of his eye socket, it fell heavily on his knee, and the other tear was suppressed by Nan Zhou's indifferent attitude.

"Yes...his hand is leaning on a raised rock beside the cliff."

"Is there any obvious trauma on the body?"

"……should not."

"Oh."

After responding calmly, Nan Zhou turned sideways.

"Banhang."

Banhang didn't respond.

The voice of Guan Junliang's narration seemed to float from a hundred feet of mist, and entered his brain, but failed to enter his heart.

In front of Banhang's eyes, the scene of the dense fog and the nightmarish scream from the depths of the fog were played for the first time.

The screams of his friend.

"... Banhang."

It wasn't until Nan Zhou called him a second time that he suddenly woke up from the dream, and said blankly, "... huh?"

Nan Zhou: "Are there any problems with what Junliang said? Is there anything to add?"

Banhang was still in a trance: "I don't know, probably, probably—"

Having said that, Ban Hang also realized that his state was really different.

Without waiting for others to make a move, he swung his arms first, exerted all his strength, and slapped his face hard, then rubbed his cheeks vigorously, rubbing the tense and hot muscles until they became numb.

With the help of this slap, the words and information just now penetrated into his consciousness and heart belatedly.

Ban Hang remembered that when he realized something was wrong and staggered to the edge of the cliff, he only caught a glimpse of Hua Sisi's clothes fragments flying in Guan Junliang's palm.

The edge of the barren sand and gravel mixed with red and yellow is covered with fine scratches from fingernails.

There is a rock missing on the edge of the cliff. Judging from the fracture surface, the foundation of this rock is not too deep, but it is barely rooted in the loose sandstone.

And looking down the cliff wall rolled by fog and clouds, you can see that there are two footholds on the rock wall kicked by the toes, but they are only slightly sunken.

If the arms lose their strength, these two shallow footholds alone will not be able to stop the body from falling.

Combining these traces, it is not difficult to outline a picture of hell mixed with a strong sense of despair in my mind——

Before Hua Sisi died, he was abandoned on the edge of the abyss, unable to go up or down, he could only rely on this piece of rock that would sieve out fine sand and gravel if he moved a little, and he stepped on the cliff with both feet, leaning against it. The desire to survive and the accompanying great fear, waiting for rescue, finally failed to escape the fate of being swallowed by the abyss...

When Ban Hang was forced to look sallow by his own associations, he heard Nan Zhou ask Guan Junliang: "Hua Sisi grabbed the rock at that time?"

Guan Junliang: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "Is his voice broken?"

Guan Junliang: "...No. He can still talk."

Nan Zhou: "Then why didn't he call someone?"

Guan Junliang: "...Maybe his throat is injured, you can ask Ban Hang, his cry for help is really low..."

Nan Zhou: "I could hear his screams from the suspension bridge when he fell off the cliff. He didn't hurt his throat, why didn't he call for help?"

Guan Junliang swallowed slightly: "I think, for a normal person, it would be too difficult for a normal person to support most of the weight of his body with his arms for more than ten hours... So, the demon may have taken him away for a long time before taking him away. He pushed off the cliff, and when we got there, he was just starting to cry for help..."

Sounds reasonable.

Nan Zhou: "Since he just woke up, it proves that he still has enough energy. Why doesn't he do pull-ups?"

Guan Junliang: "The soil there is very loose. If he moves around, he may fall."

Nan Zhou: "Then why are you still alive?"

Guan Junliang: "...Huh?"

Nanzhou stretched out his hand and drew a light line on the edge of the bed, simulating the gap between the bed and the floor as a small cliff.

He circled a piece of land: "From the perspective of force and force, if you want to pull a person who fell off the cliff up faster, you have to stand with him on that piece of 'loose' land."

"If the ground is strong enough to support two grown men, why doesn't he turn over while he still has enough strength?"

"If the geology of that piece of land is so loose that it will collapse if you apply force, then if you stand on it and apply the force of two people, you should not be alive and will fall with him."

"But neither of those possibilities happened."

"The truth is, he's dead and you're alive."

Nanzhou's tone was deserted, but he was pressing every step of the way, and the rhythm of his words became faster and faster.

Even Ban Hang was forced out of his self-hatred mood, watching Nan Zhou with some surprises, forcing Guan Junliang to turn pale with one after another of questions.

"Junliang, answer me again."

Nan Zhou's eyes were dark and deep: "When Hua Sisi fell off the cliff, was he injured?"

Guan Junliang lowered his head: "The fog is too thick, I actually couldn't see clearly..."

"Ah, that makes sense."

Nan Zhou smoothed out the sheet that had been messed up by his fingertips: "If he wasn't injured, why wouldn't he cooperate with you? If the two of you cooperate well, he should be able to be rescued."

He lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Junliang, I doubted you just now."

Hearing Nan Zhou's sincere apology, Guan Junliang's tight shoulder and neck muscles relaxed a little.

He sat on the bed, tilted his head slightly, and comforted him weakly and gently: "I know, Nan Zhou, it's okay, so many things have happened these days, you should be suspicious. But please believe me, because we are teammates -"

This is a very warm speech.

But there was an eerie silence in the room.

Even Song Haining and Ban Hang looked at Guan Junliang with a little wavering and suspicion.

"……wrong."

Nan Zhou sat down by the bed, supported his shoulders, and patted him lightly twice: "Sir, you may not know that although Jun Liang is older than me, he still knows how to call me Brother Nan. "

After saying that, Nan Zhou touched the ground with his toes, and moved backward lightly.

In the next moment, a sharp sharp edge full of murderous intent swung out from Guan Junliang's quilt, passing just half an inch away from Nan Zhou's throat!

That was the self-defense dagger that Guan Junliang carried with him!

Jiang Fang almost didn't say a word during the whole process of stocktaking his thoughts, but at this moment, he perfectly coordinated with Nan Zhou's retreating movement.

A splash of holy water was poured on the face of "Guan Junliang" without reservation, not a single drop was left!

"Guan Junliang" suddenly howled in pain, his face seemed to have been poured with sulfuric acid, and thin smoke hissed.

His body was bent backwards at a horribly twisted angle, his neck was implanted on the bed, his neck bone made a crackling sound, his whole torso was in the shape of an arch bridge, and he couldn't help convulsing.

Nan Zhou turned around and looked at the dumbfounded Ban Hang and Song Haining: "Who has that exorcism book?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and poured a bottle of holy water on "Guan Junliang"'s chest.

The piercing and scorching sound of skin and flesh was accompanied by more and more tragic screams, which made people's eardrums ache.

"... Hurry up and find a way to exorcise the demon. We can only use holy water, and we can't control him for too long. This is still Junliang's body. We have to treat him better."

Song Haining hurriedly took out the thick book of exorcism from the storage compartment, flipped through more than a dozen pages with trembling hands, and then shouted in a broken voice: "There are too many demons!"

Pastor Keith was too cautious, the entire exorcism book was clean, not even a corner, let alone valuable notes.

72 demons, each demon has its own corresponding feared items.

Who knows which demon Keith summoned? !

Who knows if this demon is included in the classics?

Do you want to try them one by one?

The refining of holy water required the blessing of prayer, and the threat to "Guan Junliang" obviously subsided within half a minute.

If the time delay is too long, Guan Junliang's body may be destroyed beyond recognition by the holy water before the demon leaves!

Seeing that Song Haining was in a panic, Jiang Fang had obviously lost his concentration, so he directly ordered, "Turn to the directory."

Song Haining looked up in a panic: "Huh?"

Jiang Fang: "Say all the devil's names."

In an exorcism story, you must pronounce the name of the demon correctly during the exorcism.

Under normal circumstances, the protagonists will die in large numbers because they cannot find the name of the demon. At the last moment, they will find the real name of the demon based on some clues, and successfully exorcise the demon at a critical moment.

Jiang Fang didn't care about that.

If the name of the dish can exorcise the demon, they don't mind sending the demon back to hell in this easier way.

Song Haining immediately turned to the table of contents, pointed at the words with her fingertips, and quickly recited them line by line.

At this time, "Guan Junliang"'s original gentle expression was replaced by the madness under the severe pain.

He was locked on the bed by the power of the holy water, unable to move.

After staring at Song Haining with resentful eyes for a while, he turned his face and fixed his eyes on Nan Zhou, his hoarse voice could not hide the cold viciousness: "You should be lucky, just now, it was only a little bit..."

After Nan Zhou thought about it, he realized that he was referring to the incident where he almost cut his own throat.

He calmly said: "With the strength of your hand, you can only swing it there at most. I don't need to retreat too much, because it is unnecessary."

Hearing this, "Guan Junliang" grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "You are outstanding...I like it very much."

The next moment, he suddenly howled out.

New smoke rose from his thighs, and he struggled more and more fiercely, as if he had been burned alive by Song Haining's voice.

It worked! !

Song Haining immediately located the name of the demon he had just read.

"Your name is Phras, and you are the 72st among King Solomon's 31 demon gods. You can make people invisible and immortal, and you can restore all precious lost things—"

That's right, this is it!

Isn't Keith's purpose just to restore the brain of his beloved Duke?

They also cram a lot of religious knowledge these days.

As Song Haining chanted, the eyes of "Guan Junliang" protruded, and he was struggling to the death, with thick smoke billowing from many places on his body.

The cypress branch, which Phras feared, was placed on his forehead.

Song Haining hung her finger above the scarlet forehead skin of "Guan Junliang": "...in the name of the Holy Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I curse you to fall into the fire of hell forever!"

With a shrill scream, Guan Junliang's taut torso limply fell back on the bed, closed his eyes, and passed out.

"...Have you sent it away?"

Song Haining covered her mouth, belatedly feeling a sense of fear.

She looked at Nanzhou and Jiangfang, hoping to get a reassuring answer from them: "... Is it over here?"

The author has something to say:

Small tip: In fact, according to the orthodox exorcism process, it is not advisable to report the name of the dish.

Because the devil's name can't be pronounced casually, as soon as these proud things are pronounced, they will poke their heads out of hell to find you