Forces of Temptation

With the support of Song Haining, Guan Junliang reluctantly propped his back with a pillow and sat upright.

In just over ten hours, his original weak temperament was greatly eroded by a sense of malaise. In the original tall body, it seemed that a weak soul perched. The whole person obviously did not change in the slightest, but visually Thin a circle.

His words are the same as his voice, they are dry and concise: "Ban Hang and I heard the cry for help and rushed to the edge of the cliff, but Ban Hang didn't want to go..."

Hearing this, Ban Hang shook his shoulders.

Guan Junliang's words once again evoked the memory he didn't want to face.

Yes, he not only opened the attic privately, but also killed his teammates on the opposite side, and indirectly killed Hua Xixi.

If he was less suspicious, if-

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

"I can't persuade Ban Hang, but I'm afraid that I can't hold it, so I can only go alone."

During the narration, Guan Junliang's voice became more and more painful and depressed.

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

"I've been begging Ban Hang, but he's been standing far away—I begged him, and I said 偲偲 is true, I caught him, it's true. His hand is Hot, he was obviously still alive at that time..."

His originally low and sluggish tone made Ban Hang more and more painful and embarrassed as the story continued to climb.

Just one step away from that 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 eyes, he smashed his knee hard, and the other was held back by Nan Zhou's indifferent attitude.

"Yes...his hand rested on a raised stone beside the cliff."

"Is there any obvious trauma?"

“…should not.”

"Oh."

After a very flat response, Nan Zhou turned around.

"Banhang."

Ban Hang did not respond.

Ban Hang played the scene of the foggy sky for the first time, and the nightmarish scream from the depths of the thick fog.

The screams of his friend.

“…Banhang.”

It wasn't until Nanzhou called him a second time that he suddenly woke up from the dream and said dumbly, "...Ah?"

Nan Zhou: "Is there any problem with what Junliang said? Is there anything else to add?"

Banhang's spirit is still in a trance: "I don't know, probably, probably—"

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

Without waiting for others to start, he first swung his arms round, exerted his strength, slapped his face heavily, and then rubbed his cheeks with force, rubbing the tight and hot muscles Rub to the wood.

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

Ban Hang remembered that when he realized that the situation was not right and staggered to the edge of the cliff, he only caught a glimpse of Guan Junliang's palms, the fragments of Huaxi's clothes.

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

Looking down the cliff with fog and clouds, you can see that there are two footholds kicked out by the toes on the rock wall, but they are only a thin depression.

If the arms lose strength, these two shallow footfalls alone cannot stop the body from falling.

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

Leaning on the cliff, relying on the desire to survive and the huge fear that accompanies it, waiting for rescue, and finally failed to escape the fate of being swallowed by the abyss...

When Ban Hang was forced to turn pale by his own associations, he heard Nan Zhou ask Guan Junliang: "Hua 偲偲 caught the rock at that time?"

Guan Junliang: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "His voice is broken?"

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

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

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

Nanzhou: "I can hear the screams when he fell off the cliff. He didn't hurt his throat, so why didn't he call for help?"

It took him a long time to push him off the cliff, and when we found it nearby, he was just beginning to call for help..."

Sounds reasonable.

Nan Zhou: "Since he has just woken up, it proves that his physical strength is sufficient, why doesn't he turn up with pull-ups?"

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

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

Guan Junliang: "…Huh?"

Nanzhou stretched out her hand and stroked a line on the edge of the bed, simulating the drop between the bed and the floor as a small cliff.

He encircled a piece of land: "From the point of view of force and force, if you want to pull a person who fell from a cliff faster, you must stand with him on that piece of land" loose' land."

"If the piece of land is strong enough to support two grown men, why didn't he turn over while he was still strong?"

"If the geology of the field is so loose that it will collapse if you put a force on it, then you're standing on it, with the force of two people, and you shouldn't be alive and will be with him Fall together."

"But neither may have happened."

"The truth is, he is dead and you are alive."

Nan Zhou's tone was quiet, but he was pressing step by step, and the rhythm of his words was getting faster and faster.

Even Ban Hang was forced to walk out of his self-hatred, and looked at Nan Zhou with a series of questions, making Guan Junliang pale.

"Jun Liang, answer me again."

Nan Zhou's eyes were dark and deep: "When Hua Xixi fell off the cliff, did he get hurt?"

Guan Junliang buried his head: "The fog is too thick, I didn't see it clearly..."

"Ah, that makes sense."

Nan Zhou smoothed the sheet that was messed up by his fingertips: "If he's not injured, why wouldn't he cooperate with you? can be rescued."

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

Hearing Nan Zhou's sincere apology, Guan Junliang's constricted shoulder and neck muscles relaxed slightly.

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

This is a very warm speech.

But the room fell into a strange silence.

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

"...wrong."

You will call me Brother Nan."

After saying that, Nanzhou’s toes touched the ground and moved back lightly.

That is the self-defense knife that Guan Junliang carries with him!

Jiang Fang was almost silent during the whole process of taking stock of his thoughts, but at this time he perfectly matched Nan Zhou's retreating action.

A splash of holy water is unreserved, not a drop is left, all poured onto "Guan Junliang"'s face!

"Guan Junliang" screamed in pain immediately, his face as if he had been doused with sulfuric acid, hissing of thin smoke.

His body arched backwards at a terrifying twisted angle, his neck was implanted, his neck bones made a crunching sound, and his entire torso was in the shape of an arch bridge, and he kept twitching.

Nan Zhou turned around and looked at Ban Hang and Song Haining, who were dumbfounded: "Who is that book of exorcism?"

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

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

Song Haining hurriedly took out the thick book of exorcism from the storage compartment, turned over a dozen or so pages with trembling hands, and then collapsed and shouted: "There are too many demons!"

Pastor Keith is too cautious, the entire exorcism tome is 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 in the tome?

Do you want to try them one by one?

The refining of holy water requires the blessing of prayer, and the threat to "Guan Junliang" obviously subsided in less than 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 devil leaves!

Seeing that Song Haining was in a panic, Jiang Fang obviously lost his concentration, and directly ordered: "Go to the directory."

Song Haining raised her head in a panic: "Huh?"

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

In exorcism stories, the name of the demon must be pronounced correctly.

Usually, the protagonists will die in large numbers because they can't find the name of the devil. At the last moment, they will find the real name of the devil based on some clues. On the occasion of successful exorcism.

Jiang Fang doesn't care about that.

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

Song Haining immediately turned to the directory, pointed at the text with his fingertips, and quickly recited it line by line.

At this time, the original gentle expression of "Guan Junliang" has been replaced by the madness under severe pain.

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

Looking at Song Haining for a while with malicious eyes, he turned his face and stared at Nan Zhou, his hoarse voice could not hide the cold viciousness: "You should be lucky, just now, only almost…”

Nan Zhou thought about it and realized that he was referring to the fact that he almost cut his throat.

Hearing this, "Guan Junliang" grinned, revealing his white teeth: "You are very good... I like it very much."

The next moment, he suddenly screamed.

New smoke rose from his thighs, struggling more and more violently, as if he was burned alive by Song Haining's voice.

It worked!

Song Haining immediately located the name of the devil she just read.

Yes, this is it!

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

These days, they also make up for a lot of religious knowledge.

As Song Haining chanted, "Guan Junliang"'s eyes bulged, and he struggled to the death. Thick smoke billowed from many parts of his body.

The cypress branch that Frass feared was placed on his forehead.

Song Haining put her finger on "Guan Junliang"'s red forehead skin: "...In the name of the Holy Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I curse you to be forever in the fire of hell!"

With a shrill scream, Guan Junliang's tense torso fell softly back to the bed, his eyes closed, and he passed out.

“… sent away?”

Song Haining covered her mouth, and a sense of fear appeared in hindsight.

She looked at Nanzhou and Jiangfang, and wanted to get a reassuring answer from them: "…is it over for us?"

The author has something to say:

Tips: In fact, according to the orthodox exorcism process, it is not advisable to report the name of the dish w

Because the name of the devil can't be pronounced casually, when you read these proud things, you will come out of **** to find you