why are you angry
Ying Chen's words made Wen Yu understand that he felt a little unhappy for no reason.
Why
He didn't open Ying Chen's eyes, turned his gaze away and said: "There are so many people here and it's stuffy, it will be annoying if you stay for a long time."
"Has that person returned yet? I want to send the evil spirit there quickly, and I want to go home and do a set of questions."
Ying Chen said in a very low voice: "I thought you would like shopping."
Before Wen Yu understood the deep meaning of his words, there was a sudden cold touch on his cheek.
It was Ying Chen who held the smoothie cup and stuck it to his cheek, and asked with a smile, "How about drinking smoothies? It can relieve the heat."
As soon as the words fell, Wen Yu felt that his surroundings became colder, as if he was in a freezer, and the ice made his skin crawl.
It was Ying Chen who heard him say that it was hot, and silently released the cold air.
Wen Yu:
"No need, it's not as hot as before." He took the smoothie in one hand and asked speechlessly, "Are you only cold?"
Then when he is with Ying Chen in winter, he will not freeze to death.
Ying Chen: "Depending on the situation, it will be very hot."
Wen Yu: "What kind of situation?"
Ying Chen whispered in his ear with deep meaning, "You will know later."
Wen Yu:?
Before he could recall the meaning of this sentence, Ying Chen looked at an approaching car and said, "He's here."
It's an ordinary taxi that won't attract anyone's attention when walking on the street.
But in Wen Yu's eyes, it's different. On the roof and body of this car, there are several playful spirits in different shapes.
It is Ying Chen's subordinate.
When they saw Ying Chen, they immediately put away their hilarious and dishonest expressions, and looked at this side in awe.
Ying Chen: "That man is back, now we can send that female ghost over there."
Wen Yu handed him the bottle containing the woman's evil spirit: "How do I deliver it? It's still on him?"
Ying Chen smiled and pinched his face: "How can you use such a rough method. Give it to me, I have a solution?"
Rough, Ying Chen actually called him rude? !
The young man clapped his hands away coldly: "Compared to you, I don't think I'm rough."
Ying Chen was stunned, and raised his hand to smooth his hair, "Okay, then I will listen to you and send it in a 'gentle' way."
After speaking, he opened the bottle, took out the trembling soul inside, held it in his hand, and then raised his hand vigorously.
It really hit the spirit directly on the man who just opened the car door.
When the ethereal soul touches the man's body, it suddenly takes the form of a woman.
Just like the woman who appeared in front of Wen Yu, a white dress covered her protruding abdomen, her long hair was loose, and her face was gray and ferocious, throwing herself on the man.
With overwhelming resentment and hatred, she ruthlessly grabbed the man's neck with both hands, and screamed in a piercing voice:
"Lin Bocheng, I'll kill you! You sinister and vicious man, you killed me and my child!"
"I want you to die badly, I want you to pay us with your life!"
The wraith has obtained the special magic power bestowed upon it by Ying Chen, so it can easily turn its thoughts into real attacks.
It also allows this man named Lin Bocheng to see her true appearance.
"what-"
The man's frightened pupils dilated, he retreated hastily and fell heavily to the ground.
He rolled his body on the ground and screamed in fear: "Help me, ghost, there is a ghost!! Help—"
The woman rolled with him, strangled his neck tightly, and laughed bitterly: "You shout, let's see if anyone still believes you this time. Hahahaha—"
Yes, at this moment, in the eyes of ordinary people, Lin Bocheng only saw him as a big man suddenly fell to the ground and rolled over, and shouted frantically in fright: Ghost, ghost.
Bewitched.
On the bustling street, a circle of melon-eating people immediately gathered around: "Oh my god, what's wrong with this person? He must be bewitched!"
"Look at him, he seems to be looking at something terrible, weird!"
"What to do, what to do, do you want to call an emergency?"
"I have to go to a psychiatric hospital. I feel a little abnormal."
The spectators chattered and chatted, but they didn't know what to do.
A few well-meaning people were going to pull him up when they suddenly heard him lying on the ground struggling, clutching his neck and screaming:
"Can't you see her!! Pull her away quickly, it's lying on top of me, choking my neck!"
"She's a ghost, she's been dead for three years!! Pull her away quickly---"
The person who was about to walk over to help stopped in horror after hearing his call.
You look at me and I look at each other, not daring to move forward.
Is there really something attached to the man
The crowd behind shouted to them: "He may be really bewitched, come here quickly, don't get dirty with anything."
Lin Bocheng was even more desperate, lying on the ground alone and crying, "She's really here, please help me!"
As a result, half of the spectators were scared away.
Some of the remaining half took pictures of the horrific scene with their mobile phones, and some rationally analyzed: "It's better to call the police, this person must have a mental problem."
It's just that no one took a step closer to him, watching a man rolling on the street from a distance, crying and screaming for help.
Wen Yu watched coldly: "It's such a big commotion."
Ying Chen rubbed his head: "Your way is better."
Tsk, can you stop touching him all the time!
Wen Yu patted Ying Chen's hand away for the nth time: "The police will be here soon, how will you end it?"
Ying Chen: "We don't need to worry about this, just wait until the resentful spirit dissipates naturally after venting all its grievances, then I will strip Lin An's soul."
He also asked Wen Yu: "Don't you want to go home and do the questions? I'll take you back."
Really go back like this
Wen Yu looked at Ying Chen in disbelief.
But seeing the spirits surrounding Wraith Ling and the man, he felt that Yingchen should have his plan, so he felt relieved and went back with Yingchen.
A day later, a trending search hit the homepage.
man bewitched
[According to a certain news report: A man named Mr. Lin said that he was possessed by an evil spirit on the way home from get off work and claimed his life. for treatment]
There are also a few short videos.
In the police station, Lin Bocheng's face was pale, and he knelt on the ground in horror and kowtowed:
"Please let me go, I will burn gold ingots and big houses for you, I will burn whatever you want, please let me go, let me go"
Two male policemen pulled him aside: "Calm down, there's nothing here, come on, drink a glass of water first."
Lin Bocheng was desperate like a ghost, crying with his head in his arms: "Why can't you see her, why! I'm not crazy, nor is I hallucinating. She, she, she is here!"
The policeman looked at each other and advised him: "Your family members will be here soon, please calm down first."
There is also a small video: several doctors forcibly drag Lin Bocheng into the ambulance.
But Lin Bocheng rebelled wildly: "I'm not crazy! I'm very sober, I don't want to go to a mental hospital."
A doctor next to him said to a crying woman, "We will do a detailed examination for Mr. Lin, please sign first."
The woman wiped her tears and took the pen: "Please cure him, our child is only two years old now"
"No! Don't sign! I'm not crazy, I really saw that woman, her, her"
Lin Bocheng suddenly struggled frantically in the hands of the two doctors who held him: "Ah, she strangled me again, let me go, let me go!"
The doctor saw the woman's pen drop, and immediately explained to the nurse behind him: "Give the patient a sedative first to stabilize the mood."
Wen Yu crawled on the pillow and brushed vb, watching the man struggling and resisting in the video with a blank expression.
There was a sudden weight on the top of the head, and Ying Chen's palm landed on it, gently rubbing his short fluffy hair, and asked: "How is it? Do you want to relieve your anger?"
Degas
Ying Chen did this because he saw that he was in a bad mood after hearing the story of Wraith Ling being killed, so he deliberately let Lin Bocheng go through this
He pursed his lips: "I have nothing to relieve my anger. I just want the resentful spirit to be soothed and dissipated smoothly so that I can retrieve some memories. The other thing is to let Lin An's soul in her body come out smoothly."
"Really, I can't be as honest as I was in my previous life." Ying Chen said halfway, seeing the indifferent and cool gaze of the young man, he immediately changed his words and gave him a pat on the back: "Okay, get up and eat breakfast, brat."
Wen Yu turned away the palm that was rubbing his head, and said, "How many times do you want me to tell you, don't touch it all the time."
"I'm so used to it, I can't change it."
Ying Chen suddenly leaned over on the hair on the top of his head, and kissed lightly: "I have restrained myself so much that I dare not sleep with you at night."
There was really restrained emotion in the low voice, so heavy that it seemed that if he didn't touch it again, he would die.
Wen Yu's heart suddenly jumped up.
Ying Chen said that this room belonged to the two of them, and he also agreed that as long as Ying Chen didn't touch him, he could sleep here.
But Ying Chen didn't sleep in this room last night, it seemed that the longer he was with him, the more things that had been accumulated in his heart could not help but explode.
As for those things, Wen Yu couldn't help but feel that his situation seemed to have become more dangerous.
Ying Chen's lips, resisting yearning for the slippery hair of the boy who left, asked in a low voice: "After you find out your Lin An and put him back into his original body, can you give me a thank you gift?" it is good?"
Wen Yu tensed his back instantly: "What do you want?"
Ying Chen touched Wen Yu's tightly pursed lips with his fingertips, and his cold eyes were filled with longing: "Let me taste it here again, okay. I miss your taste."
Wen Yu:? Kiss the lower lip mean
He actually breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it's not the kind of thing he imagined.