With the support of Song Haining, Guan Junliang reluctantly propped his back with a pillow and sat upright.
In just a few dozen hours, his original weak temperament was eroded by a large sense of malaise. In the originally tall body, it seemed that a weak soul was inhabited. The whole person obviously did not change in the slightest, but it was visually thinned by a large circle.
His words, like his voice, were dry and succinct: "Ban Hang and I heard the cries for help and rushed to the edge of the cliff, but Ban Hang didn't want to go..."
Hearing this, Ban Hang's shoulders shook.
Guan Junliang's words once again evoked the memory that 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 wasn't so suspicious, if-
He completely ignored it. It was normal to be alert when suddenly he heard someone calling for help in the thick fog.
"I can't persuade Ban Hang, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold it, so I can only go alone."
In 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 am alone, I really... I do not."
"I've been begging Ban Hang, but he's been standing far away - I begged him, and I said the chirping was true, I caught him, it was absolutely true. His hands were hot, and he was clearly still at that time. alive..."
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 high point...
"stop."
Nan Zhou interrupted him: "Junliang, tell me again, how did Hua Xixi hang on the edge of the cliff?"
Guan Junliang: "..."
As soon as one tear came out of his eyes, it fell heavily on his knee, and the other was held back by Nan Zhou's indifferent attitude.
"Yes... His hand was resting on a raised stone beside the cliff."
"Is there any obvious trauma on your body?"
"… should not."
"Oh."
After an extremely flat response, Nan Zhou turned sideways.
"Ban Hang."
Ban Hang didn't respond.
Guan Junliang's narration sounded like it was floating in the fog of a hundred feet, and it entered his brain, but failed to enter his heart.
In front of Ban Hang's eyes, the scene of the fog filled the sky was played for the first time, and the nightmarish scream came from the depths of the thick fog.
The screams of his friend.
"... Ban Hang."
It wasn't until Nan Zhou 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?"
Ban Hang's spirit is still in a trance: "I don't know, probably, probably—"
Having said that, Ban Hang also noticed that his state was really different.
Without waiting for others to start, he first swung his arms around himself, exerted all his strength, slapped his face heavily, and then rubbed his cheeks with all his strength, rubbing the tense and hot muscles to the point of hair.
With this slap to help out, the words and information just now penetrated into his consciousness and heart.
Ban Hang remembered that when he realized something was wrong and staggered to the edge of the cliff, he only caught a glimpse of Guan Junliang's clothes fragments flying in the palm of his hand.
The edge of the barren gravel with red and yellow is full of fine scratching marks of fingernails.
There is a missing rock on the edge of the cliff. From the fracture surface, the foundation of this rock is not deep, but it is barely rooted in this loose sandstone.
Looking down the cliff where the fog and clouds rolled over, you can see that there are two footholds on the rock wall that were kicked out by the toes, but they are only thinly dented.
If the arms are out of force, these two shallow footholds alone cannot stop the body from falling.
Combining these traces, it is not difficult to draw a picture of hell mixed with a strong sense of despair in my mind—
Before Hua Xixi died, he was abandoned on the edge of the abyss. He could not go up and down. He could only rely on this stone, which would sift out fine sand and rock with a little movement. The desire to survive and the huge fear that comes with it, waiting for rescue, and finally failed to escape the fate of being swallowed by the abyss...
When Ban Hang was forced to look sallow by his own association, he heard Nan Zhou ask Guan Junliang: "Hua Xixi 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 hurt, you can ask Ban Hang, his cry for help is really small... "
Nan Zhou: "I can hear the screams when he fell off the cliff. I can hear him from the suspension bridge. He didn't hurt his throat, so why didn't he shout for help?"
Guan Junliang swallowed slightly: "I think, for a normal person, it would be too difficult to support most of the body's weight with his arms for more than ten hours... So, the devil may have taken him for a long time before he took him. Pushed off the cliff, he was just beginning to call for help when we found it nearby..."
Sounds reasonable.
Nan Zhou: "Since he has just woken up, it proves that he is still physically strong. Why didn'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: "... ah?"
Nan Zhou stretched out his hand and drew a line on the edge of the bed, simulating the drop between the bed and the floor as a small cliff.
He enclosed a piece of land: "From the point of view of force and force, if you want to pull a person who fell off a cliff faster, you have to stand with him on that 'loose' piece of 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 that piece of land is so loose that it will collapse if you apply force, and you're standing on it and applying the force of two people, you shouldn't be alive and fall with him."
"But neither of those two possibilities happened."
"The truth is, he's dead and you're still alive."
Nan Zhou's tone was cold, but he was pressing harder and harder, and the rhythm of his words was getting faster and faster.
Even Ban Hang was forced to walk out of his self-hatred mood, and watched with some surprise that Nan Zhou used one after another to make Guan Junliang pale.
"Jun Liang, answer me again."
Nan Zhou's eyes were dark and deep: "Was Hua Xixi injured when he fell off the cliff?"
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 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 constricted shoulder and neck muscles relaxed slightly.
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 doubt it. 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 shake and suspicion.
"… wrong."
Nan Zhou sat down beside the bed, held his shoulder, and patted him twice: "This gentleman, you may not know, although Jun Liang is older than me, he will call me Nan brother. "
After saying that, Nanzhou's toes touched the ground and moved back lightly.
In the next instant, a sharp edge full of murderous intent swung out from Guan Junliang's quilt, and passed half an inch from Nan Zhou's throat!
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 moment, he perfectly matched Nan Zhou's retreating movements.
A splash of holy water was unreserved, not a drop was left, and it was all poured on the face of "Guan Junliang"!
"Guan Junliang" immediately screamed in pain, his face as if it had been doused with sulfuric acid, hissing of thin smoke.
His body was bent backward at a terrifyingly 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 couldn't stop convulsing.
Nan Zhou turned to look at Ban Hang and Song Haining, who were dumbfounded: "Who is that book of exorcism?"
After speaking, he raised his hand and poured a bottle of holy water on "Guan Junliang"'s chest.
The burning sound of Thorn Lala's flesh was accompanied by more and more tragic screams, which made the eardrums hurt.
"... 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 Junliang's 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 pages with trembling hands, and cried out in a broken voice: "There are too many demons!"
Pastor Keith was too cautious, the entire exorcism tome was clean, not even a corner, let alone valuable notes.
There are 72 demons, each of which 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 originally required the blessing of prayer, and the threat to "Guan Junliang" apparently subsided in less than half a minute.
If the time delay is too long, Guan Junliang's body will probably be destroyed beyond recognition by the holy water before the demon 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 during the exorcism.
Usually, the protagonists will die in large numbers because they can't 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 the last minute.
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 hell 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 chained to the bed by the power of holy water, unable to move.
After staring at Song Haining for a while with malicious eyes, he turned his face away and stared at Nan Zhou, his hoarse voice couldn't hide the cold viciousness: "You should be lucky, just now, it was only a little..."
Nan Zhou thought about it, and then he realized that he was referring to the fact that he almost cut his throat.
He calmly said: "With the strength of your hand, you can only swing there at most. I don't have to retreat, because it is not necessary."
Hearing this, "Guan Junliang" grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "You are excellent... I like it very much."
The next moment, he suddenly screamed.
New smoke rose from his thighs, and he struggled 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 he had just read.
"Your name is Flash, and you are the 31st of King Solomon's 72 demon gods. You can make people invisible, make people immortal, and restore all precious lost things—"
That's right, this is it!
Isn't Keith's purpose just to repair the brain of his beloved Duke
These days, they also make up for a lot of religious knowledge.
With Song Haining's chanting, "Guan Junliang"'s eyes bulged, and he struggled to the death, and thick smoke billowed from many parts of his body.
The cypress branch that Frass feared was placed on his forehead.
Song Haining hung her finger above the red skin of "Guan Junliang"'s forehead: "...In the name of the Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, I curse you to be forever in the fire of hell!"
With a shrill scream, Guan Junliang's taut torso fell softly back to the bed, his eyes closed, and he passed out.
"…Did you send it away?"
Song Haining covered her mouth, and she felt a sense of fear 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: small tip: 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, and when you read these proud things, you will come out of hell to find you
It's pretty glass-hearted bhi