After being possessed by demons

◎Tang Ye: I haven't slept for four days. ◎

Tang Ye looked at Meng Dao, who was motionless, and the spell could only last until tonight. After the time passed, the black mist would continue to steal Meng Dao's lifespan, and it couldn't be terminated unless someone was found.

Returning to his room as it was, Tang Ye sat cross-legged on the bed, out of sight and out of mind for the heart demon who was happily devouring the black mist beside him, drew a circle on the bed with the mineral water brought back from Meng Dao's room, and then Put the little paper figurines torn from paper in the middle.

"In the ten directions of heaven and earth, the gates of ghosts are opened in all directions. The soul of old grievances, the soul of wandering, meet me quickly."

I don't know which ghost can be attracted if there is no fragrance or gold.

This kind of thought turned half a circle in his mind, and the spiritual energy scattered from his fingertips, and within a few breaths, the room became dark, and the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, hazy and unable to penetrate into the room.

Only when Tang Ye caught a trace, a cloud of thick red mist flew out from his side and rushed towards him, causing the black mist around him to shake.

The red mist tiger was full of momentum, swallowing the first ghost that appeared first in one gulp.

Seeing the rest of the ghosts, they fled in all directions like fireworks, cursing at the top of their lungs while fleeing:

"Damn stinky Taoist priests are eating us!"

"You despicable bastard!"

"Should be taken to hang street lamps!"

"Hang a street lamp, hang a street lamp!"

Tang Ye: "..."

Tang Ye's outstretched hand was slowly lowered.

The clear moonlight shone in again.

The inner demon leaned against the wall and burped. The face of the young man on the bed was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his voice was gloomy as if echoing in a dry hole:

"They don't go, you go."

The heart demon froze, and appeared beside the bed in an instant, bent down, and looked at him almost face to face.

【Are you serious? 】

These black mist carried his vitality and floated in one direction. The heart demon was the most suitable candidate, and he could follow the black mist to find the person behind the scenes without even needing other talisman assistance.Also because of the black mist, the inner demon was able to break through the distance limit and leave him for a short time.

However, with the temperament of a heart demon, I am afraid that after finding someone...

But those wandering souls who are willing to come are scared away by it, if you don't want today to be the death day of Meng Dao, you can only do this.

Tang Ye glared at it, suspecting that it had the intention to eat the wandering soul so quickly just now.

He snorted coldly through his nose, crossed his arms, leaned back, leaned his back against the wall behind the bed, bent his waist in a flexible arc: "Don't lose your hand and lose face."

【Don't regret it. 】

The heart demon seemed to be afraid that he would go back on his word, and left through the wall before he finished speaking.

The young man leaning cross-legged on the bed lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes dim.

The black mist that emerged from his body ranged from light to thick, floating in the air in strands, like ink dripping into the water, but it moved firmly in one direction with a purpose.

A denser red mist wrapped around the black mist, swiftly streaked across the city like a meteor, and crashed into a closed window.

The room was pitch black, but it did not hinder the heart demon's observation. It stood in front of the window and looked towards the center of the room.

A middle-aged man who looked very serious, frowning tightly, sat cross-legged on the only futon in the room, with his hands resting on his knees naturally, and his loose white clothes and trousers were covered with talismans.

Wisps of black mist were drifting toward him along the window.

It's just a pity that he was entangled in his fingertips by the demon halfway, so that only a very small number of them can float on middle-aged people.

Presumably that's why he frowned.

The demon walked in front of him and squatted down, only to find that the middle-aged man was not aware of his existence at all.

The door opened suddenly.

The light from outside the door came in with the open door, and fell on half of the middle-aged man's face, causing the latter to open his eyes in displeasure.

The demon was disappointed to find that there was no shadow of himself in those eyes.

A young man stood against the light, handsome and thin, the most popular type now.

He didn't care what he interrupted at all, and said like a notification: "Director Bai is preparing for the latest variety show, and I want to get the qualification for the first season."

The middle-aged man sneered: "Since you can't even get the coffee position, you still expect me to help you?"

The young man's eyes were colder than his, and he mocked: "I know you have a way, if you can't get it, you can continue to be a bedbug under the overpass. Don't talk about contacting these lucky people again, they even look down on beggars you."

The middle-aged man was poked at the sore spot, and there was a cold look between his brows and eyes, but the young man was not afraid, and turned around to leave when he was notified, but the middle-aged man suddenly jumped up. The young man was startled, thinking that he was going to hurt himself. Unfavorable, but saw his eyes locked on the side of the futon, frowning in some surprise: "Why are you crazy?"

However, the middle-aged man didn't bother to answer him at all, his eyes were firmly fixed on the small area of ​​the futon, and he glanced around from the corner of his eye.

The demon kept squatting and laughed.

Poor guy not only can't see it, he can't even hear it.

He thought this guy could do something, but it just stretched out its hand and frightened him like this.

The middle-aged man opened his collar solemnly, and hurriedly lowered his head for a glance.

A blue and black handprint was completely imprinted on his heart.

The young man obviously noticed it too, he took two steps back in fright, glanced around, turned around and ran away.

The middle-aged man cursed secretly, but he never dared to run away like the young man.

He swallowed dryly, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know which god it is, and I don't want to offend. If the gods show their noble hands, I would like to offer several Fragrant Mountains as an apology."

The Fragrant Hills are built with standing incense sticks. Nowadays, most of the incense offerings are done by directly inserting three sticks of incense into the incense burner. Very few people spend effort to build the Fragrant Hills.Compared with the ordinary method of offering incense, Xiangshan tastes more delicious and has a stronger meaning of worship. If it is a real ghost, monster, or god, maybe he will be bewitched by Xiangshan and let him die, but it is useless to the demons. It has no name or surname, and no one can reach it if it is burned.

Seeing that nothing happened, the middle-aged man thought that he had let himself go, and his face showed joy: "Thank you——"

The expression of joy turned into surprise and panic in an instant, and the talisman in his hand was slapped fiercely in front of him, but it burned up the moment it touched something, the middle-aged man was burned and let go, and the words of begging for mercy have not yet been uttered , the skin and flesh of his body shrank and collapsed quickly, and turned into a dry bone in a moment, falling to the ground.

He is nearly 40 years old, but he looks like he is only in his [-]s. With the means of stealing people's luck and longevity, he will become rich not only in power, but also in the future.Thinking about it, he himself didn't expect that after decades of "hard work", he finally made a wedding dress for others, and his soul was gone, and he didn't even have the chance to enter the animal realm.

The demon withdrew his hand, and the clothes hanging from its fingers fell off, covering the dry bones.

The black mist floating from the window has completely disappeared with the death of the middle-aged man.

At the same time, the figure of the heart demon is also becoming lighter, like smoke being blown away by the wind.

When the young man came back to check the next morning, nothing could be seen in the room except a dead bone.

When the demon returned, Tang Ye had already fallen asleep sitting up.

He had been sleeping very short these days, and it was normal for him to fall asleep quietly while waiting.

The heart demon thought without any guilt, and floated out of his heart, stood beside the bed, stretched out five fingers and landed on Tang Ye's neck.

Its figure became more solid, blocking the side of the bed, and it was completely impossible to see Tang Ye's appearance through it.

Across the street from the crew of "Heroes", the director separated after returning home, but the sixth male, Jia Juncai, sneaked into the director's room afterward, with a flustered expression on his face.

"What should I do, in case it is discovered that the person is not me—"

The director of "Xia Nv" never realized that he was so timid.

"If you don't tell me, I won't say anything, and that blogger didn't say anything. Why are you panicking? He's just an actor now. If the drama hasn't aired yet, you panic like this. What else can you do in the future!"

Jia Juncai took a deep breath: "Then what should I do?"

"Wait."

Not only did he want Tang Ye not to be able to survive in the entertainment industry, but he also made it impossible for the new drama surnamed Meng to be aired!

……

The demon gesticulated by the bed for a long time, and seemed to have finally found the perfect angle. He passed his wrist forward and pinched it on Tang Ye's neck. He could encircle most of it with one hand, and he could clearly feel it under his fingertips. The beating of blood vessels and even the flow of blood symbolizes the fragility of life, as long as you exert a little force——

At the critical moment, Tang Ye opened his eyes, the moonlight was reflected in his eyes, without the slightest haze of just waking up, and the dark circles under his eyes became more and more clear.

The demon was speechless for a moment, then withdrew his hand bitterly.

[I see how long you can survive! 】

Tang Ye also felt that if he didn't need the demon to do it, he would die suddenly first.

The author says:

Sudden death is impossible, only [beep];

感谢在2022-07-1721:24:10-2022-07-1818:46:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of octopus;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!