The Exorcist

The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and Wan Li gritted his teeth and faced off against these people.

"You damn barbarian, let's see where you go this time!" one of them said fiercely.

Although Wan Li was at an absolute disadvantage at this moment, he did not show any weakness. He smiled and was about to say something when he saw those people suddenly stopped moving forward, their faces changed drastically, and they looked at him with horror. behind.

Is there anything on the wall behind?

Wan Li almost turned his head to look on the spot, but he held his neck and didn't move. Now the biggest threat is in front of him. If the other party deceives him, he will have to wait for death if he turns back. Even if there is really something behind him, he must first deal with these vicious dogs in front of him!

I saw that those people were completely frightened and could not say a word. They all opened their mouths like fish biting the hook and stood there in a daze.

Bang——

The murder weapon in someone's hand fell to the ground. It made an astonishing sound in the suddenly quiet alley, like an alarm bell. Everyone present was shocked, and then suddenly seemed to realize something. Yelling, the birds and beasts dispersed!

Damn it——

This is the sentence they shouted collectively!

Wan Li suddenly turned his head, and was surprised by the sight on the wall. He couldn't help but take a step back, stepped on someone, and almost tripped. That was the thief. As soon as he woke up, he saw the opposite wall, so he immediately fainted from fright!

There is a human head hanging on the outer wall of the mottled old house!

It's a man, his face is so gray that it almost blends into the wall, his hair hangs lifelessly like a dry branch, his right face is rotten and uneven, and there are two vertical black moles on his left face, like two drops of muddy tears. On his face, his eyes were wide open, but red.

There was nothing on the wall just now. What's going on?

The head made no sound or moved, hanging there like a terrifying relief.

For a long time, the alley was so eerily silent. Wan Li felt that it was nothing to be so frozen all the time, so he swallowed and said, "Um - thank you for what happened just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the head suddenly faded like mist and gradually became transparent. A leaf blown by the wind passed through the void and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if there had never been anything on the wall. It's like a foreign object has appeared.

Wan Li stood there feeling puzzled for a long time, wondering what was going on with the heads coming and going in such a hurry. Are you here specifically to save him? Who sent it? It's definitely not Sima Nan, unless he has a mental problem and the purpose is to torture him instead of stopping him. However, judging from Sima Nan's way of thinking, this possibility is unlikely. Ruan Zhan? No, he couldn't do that without telling him. A good ghost passing by? Maybe! Also, there might be some request or a soul involved!

He bent down, pushed the thief to the side, and took back the bloodwood sword. "The security in Hongqing Town is really good!" He shouted to the sky, and then walked slowly back to the hotel.

Every wound on his body hurt, and the beating just now was so intense that he was so tired that he had to drag his feet before he could move. He thought that this time the attack would be almost over. But he didn't know that the moment he stepped into the hotel, the wig he had just thrown on the floor of the room seemed to come alive, slowly crawling under his bed.

When he returned to the hotel, he looked at his watch and saw that it was already past twelve o'clock. He had to deal with the wound by himself first. Fortunately, it was just a superficial wound, but the burning pain still made him curse. He completely lost his usual scholarly demeanor.

After dealing with this, he walked over and locked the door to prevent any pretenders from breaking in and bothering him again. Then he carefully placed the bloodwood sword under the pillow and put the bat at hand, preparing to sleep for a while and wait for the early morning. Try to contact Ruan Zhan again.

He lay flat on the bed, stretched out his legs comfortably, and slowly fell asleep. In the dream, he felt that he had entered a room similar to the reception room. A doorman was lying on a chair with a newspaper covering his face and taking a nap!

He wanted to ask the doorman where he was, but just after he nudged the doorman, the newspaper on his face fell to the ground, revealing his face - a square face, regular features, and two vertical stars on the left side of his cheek. The black mole looked like two drops of muddy tears hanging on his face, making his otherwise pretty face look like he was crying!

Although half of the face was not rotten and there were no red eyes, Wan Li recognized it immediately as the head that had just appeared on the brick wall in the alley!

This head is mounted on the body of a doorman wearing a neat security uniform, which looks a bit weird. What's even weirder is that his whole body is tightly tied with circles of black silk thread. Under Wan Li's gaze, the layers The dense black threads slowly swam and tightened as if they were alive, and gradually sank into the guard's body.

Wan Li was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and help him untie the weird thread, but as soon as he leaned down, the guard who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes, "Hair!" he said in a buzzing voice.

What happened was so sudden that Wan Li was a little surprised. He took a step back, tripped over something lying on the ground and fell to the ground. He suddenly woke up!

How is this going? Did he passively accept the psychological suggestion just now, or was that strange reinforcement trying to tell him something? Why hair? what does that mean?

He has always been very courageous, but this time it actually made him a little dry. He didn't know whether it was caused by blood loss or shock. He wanted to get out of bed to get some water, but when he got up, he found that he couldn't move at all - his body was covered with dense black silk threads like the doorman in his dream, no, it was long black hair!

An idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered what he felt was wrong when he entered the door. He obviously threw the 'ghost's' wig on the ground, but it was gone when he came back from outside. It couldn't be that the thief helped him clean up the room.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but admire Cheese Mananlai. Not only did he have the arrogance of a strong man, he was also very cautious. He even used chain tactics to deal with a little guy like him, without giving anyone a chance to breathe. It was really difficult to deal with!

He tried to move, but he felt that the long hair on his body started to move, squeezing into his skin like countless slimy snakes. Not only was he unable to break free, but he also felt a squirming numbness and discomfort!

This feeling made him weak, and he couldn't sit up even after three attempts. The black hair was like an octopus under the bed. His body was under the bed board, but countless tentacles stretched out to the bed, intending to penetrate into his skin and absorb it. His blood.

When he thought about it, the monster long hair seemed to be cooperating, and it really started to prick his skin, making him feel like countless bugs were biting him in an instant. The feeling was much better than when those gangsters just slashed him with knives. Even more unbearable!

He couldn't help but scream, but no sound came out, which made him feel that he was extremely unlucky. When he didn't lock the door just now, a bad guy broke in. Lock the door. Someone has hidden the evil thing in the room to deal with him. Put the bloodwood sword outside, it was almost stolen. Put it under the pillow. Now I want to use it but can’t take it out!

The demonic hair became more and more tightly entangled, and the tips of the hair were like barbs, piercing deeper and deeper into Wanli's skin. This was something that could not be solved with brute force, so Wanli was at a loss what to do. In his anxiety, he suddenly remembered that strange thing The reinforcements not only rescued him in the alley, but also warned him in a dream just now, so they should have no ill intentions towards him, why not come to help him now?

"Brother, help me to the end." He yelled. Although he still couldn't make a sound, he still had a vague meaning from his hoarse voice.

Just like when he said thank you just now and the head slowly disappeared, now as soon as he asked for help, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing in from the wide open window, condensing into a ball of black air on the roof and Slowly it formed a human form.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this spirit would not remain indifferent to his predicament, so he became fully alert. But as soon as the unknown male ghost came, the demon hair wrapped around him suddenly tightened as if it was stimulated, almost strangling him to death.

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"Hurry up, man!" he shouted again silently.

The black humanoid stretched out two arms and slowly stretched them. It had already exceeded the length that a human should have, but it was still stretching. It wasn't until it came into contact with the tangled hair on his body that it grasped with five fingers and pulled hard.

Wan Li thought that the reinforcements would have some kind of magic or wonderful method, but he didn't expect that he was pulling with brute force. When he pulled, Yaofa naturally resisted. The two sides were about the same strength, and Wan Li was pulled around like a rag doll. It hurt. He was sweating all over, but he couldn't scream!

Finally, the reinforcements gained a slight upper hand in a round of tug-of-war, allowing the demon's hair to loosen slightly. Wan Li, who was about to vomit blood after being tortured by them, hurriedly grabbed the only opening, struggled to free a hand, and reached for the pillow. Next, draw out the blood wood sword and cut the demon's hair hard!

There was a hiss, as if the cloth was torn, and the demon's hair was cut in the middle by the blood wood sword. The beautiful red light on the sword's edge ignited the broken hair that fell on the ground into a canopy of blue flames. , instantly extended under the bed, burning up the entire enchanting wig.

"It smells really bad." Wan Li covered his mouth and nose. When he looked up, he saw the kind-hearted ghost huddled in the corner and staring at him in horror. Only then did he remember that the Blood Wood Sword was threatening to the soul, but it was still a few meters away. Afraid of being like this, he didn't even have the courage to escape, so he hurriedly hid his sword behind his back.

"Brother, thank you, you helped me twice today." He tried to be friendly, "Who are you? How can I repay you?"

The soul hesitated for a while by the wall, and slowly floated to Wan Li's side. Just when Wan Li thought he was going to say something, he disappeared from the window in an instant!

Wan Li opened his mouth and stretched out his hand. He wanted to ask him if he knew about any major cases nearby in recent years, but he walked so fast that Wan Li's next words were not uttered at all.

"Forget it, check it out yourself." He sighed, and he couldn't help but sigh when he saw that his bare skin was covered with blood spots, like mud spots splashed when it rained. Today he finally understood why Ruan Zhan suffered from tuberculosis and seven injuries every time he played. As an assistant, it was easy for him to watch from the side. Only when he actually dealt with people with sorcery did he realize how difficult it was, not to mention that Ruan Zhan fought BOSS-level characters every time!

He carefully checked the surroundings with the blood wooden sword in hand. This time he was sure that there was no problem, so he twisted a wet hand towel in the cold water basin and wiped the blood drops all over his body, and prepared to talk to Ruan Zhan.

He had lost a lot of blood just now, and he was afraid that it would give Sima Nan an opportunity to use the flying crane that drank human blood to pry out information about him, so he ran to the public restroom on this floor to contact Ruan Zhan. It was closed there, and there wasn't even a mirror. Even if Sima Nan had the power to reach heaven, he wouldn't know what he was doing!

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