The soul of the ex-husband

Building 42, Room 1203.

The person outside the bedroom politely offered to come in.

Zhou Heng unconsciously rubbed his fingertips against the armrest of the wheelchair, thoughtfully.

Lin Wan is used to doing whatever she wants, and is often self-centered. If she still asks for other people's opinions before doing something, then she is not Lin Wan.

Zhou Heng said, "Why don't you come in by yourself?"

When he said this, he pushed the wheelchair to the desk and picked up a piece of A4 paper on it.

There was no answer from outside, but the handle on the door was slowly turned downward.

Zhou Heng made a knife shape with his hand, and with a light swipe, the A4 paper silently broke a neat edge and became a square paper.

The slender fingers folded the paper, the movement was nimble and neat, and the whole process was done in one go. Within half a minute, an exquisitely structured paper bird with a sharp beak was held in the palm.

The people outside said at this time: "Brother...why can't you open the door?"

Because Zhou Heng sleeps lightly and is afraid of being disturbed, he has the habit of locking the door at night.

After the first unsuccessful turning of the doorknob, it was turned suddenly, and then turned again, with a lot of noise.

"Why... why..."

Lin Wan seemed to be a little angry, her voice was full of deep displeasure, and she began to turn the doorknob crazily outside, as if she wanted to pry the metal object off.

Zhou Heng faced the bedroom door, this time he didn't even talk nonsense, his phoenix eyes darkened, and he lifted the paper bird into the air.

With the sound of an ethereal and sharp bird song, the moment the paper bird was thrown into the air, it turned into a phoenix burning on fire. When it spread its wings, it covered the entire room, hovering behind Zhou Heng and stopped.

The fire phoenix waved its wings and created a gust of hot wind, and Zhou Heng's hair moved with the wind. He stood in front of him with a spell in his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "The filth hidden in the dark, please, use me to kill you!" In the name of God, break up enemies, and order you to leave your true face as soon as possible, forbidden!"

As the words fell, the fire phoenix raised its neck and screamed, arched its wings, turned around, and rushed straight towards the door.

Almost at the same time, the doorbell rang outside, accompanied by a knock on the door.

In the corridor outside the house, a woman raised her tone briskly: "Hi? Is anyone home?"

Zhou Heng frowned subconsciously, the air burst broke, and the moment the fire phoenix passed through the door, it turned into a wisp of red orange smoke, which was almost negligible in the darkness.

Lin Wan twisted her neck towards the door with a "click", with a sly smile on her lips and sharp fangs: "Someone is here...it's fresh blood..."

Lin Wan walked quickly to the door and pushed it open.

Four people stood back and forth in the narrow aisle, and Tata stood at the front.

"Hello..." Tata was about to greet warmly, but immediately noticed something strange.

The lights were not turned on in the living room, and the "young girl" in front of her was holding a black umbrella at home.

Tata stopped in mid-air, dazed. The "young girl" raised her head, revealing a pair of white eyes under the edge of the umbrella.

Tata gasped, and looked horrified: "You, you, you... sister, you didn't take off your contact lenses!"

Lin Wan: "..."

The umbrella was closed in an instant, and the sharp point at the top poked at Tata.

Tata was so frightened that she lost control of her expression. She grinned her teeth and shrank her neck, but she couldn't avoid the umbrella tip that hit her face.

Tata thought that she was going to finish, but in the blink of an eye, a big hand wrapped around her shoulder, and suddenly blocked a chest in front of her.

One turned around and held her in front of him.

In the next second, there was a sound of "噗嗤", the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh, which made the scalp tingle.

Tata looked up in astonishment, and said, "Master..."

Xiao Qi ignored her, turned his face to look behind, the umbrella pierced his shoulder.

Then, Xiao Qi had a strange feeling, as if the tip of the umbrella stuck in his flesh sucked a big mouthful, and swallowed continuously, the blood drained rapidly, and Xiao Qi's face turned pale in an instant.

When Zhou Heng pushed open the door and came out, what he saw was this scene, and he clenched his fingers instantly.

Although Xiao Qi was a little dizzy, he was still calm. He held the umbrella body with his other hand and pulled out the pointed handle abruptly from his body. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

Xiao Qi turned around and took a few steps back. Facing Lin Wan who was already under the control of the evil, he said coldly, "What the hell? Climb by yourself. I'll do it. I'll beat you to death."

Lin Wan just smiled, looked fascinated at the bloody wound on Xiao Qi's shoulder, licked his lips and said, "Blood...fresh blood..."

Tata, Peter Pan, and Simon also stepped back in disorder.

Peter Pan fumbled in his trouser pockets, nervously incoherent: "Quick, quick, there's a ghost! Get the talisman paper!"

Peter Pan dug out for a long time, but only took out a roll of toilet paper from his pocket.

Tata: "..."

Simon: "..."

They just came to go to the toilet, and all the ritual instruments were left in the car.

Xiao Qi still didn't know what was going on behind him, he folded up his sleeves, entered into a fighting state, and stretched out his hand: "Here's one."

But the rear was silent for about three seconds.

Xiao Qi was impatient, a piece of paper fluttered down from his palm.

Xiao Qi looked back.

He saw that what was placed in his hand was a square, clean and flawless... roll paper.

Looking up, there are three faces with embarrassed smiles.

Xiao Qi: "..."

You are asking me to die.

***

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Xiao Qi didn't have the yellow paper magical tools, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't use the power of the gods to drive away evil spirits.

Xiao Qi aimed at the black umbrella held by Lin Wan's side.

The body of the umbrella was pitch black, so black that it was flushed red, giving off a bloodstained feel and exuding a strong ominous atmosphere. At this moment, blood was still hanging on the slender umbrella tip, but not a single drop fell on the ground.

Xiao Qi raised his eyebrows, touched the wound on the back of his shoulder with his backhand, his fingers were stained with blood, and quickly and scribbled a talisman on the other hand.

Although the medium is wrong, and the power of drawing symbols on the spot is unknown, you have to try.

Lin Wan didn't give Xiao Qi too much time, and soon raised her umbrella and stabbed again.

Xiao Qi narrowly escaped, and at the same time found a loophole, grabbed the umbrella body, pulled Lin Wan towards him, and put a palm on Lin Wan's forehead.

"Pro, soldier, fight, person..."

But just as the nine-character mantra was halfway through, the blood talisman stuck between the palm of his hand and Lin Wan's forehead flashed red and went out.

Xiao Qi: "..."

This feeling is like a car starting at twenty yards and turning off the engine before taking two steps.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Lin Wan rolled her eyes and looked at Xiao Qi, and suddenly bared her mouth towards him with a hiss, showing her fangs, and wrinkled her delicate nose, like a wild cat with fur.

Xiao Qi silently said "I'm fucked", this palm didn't slap the evil thing away, but instead annoyed Lin Wan.

Lin Wan opened her mouth and was about to bite Xiao Qi's neck, but just at the very moment, a piercing sound came from the back of Lin Wan's head.

That air current was so strong that even Xiao Qi felt the strong wind coming towards him.

Lin Wan seemed to be hit by a vacuum bomb, her eyes widened suddenly, and she froze on the spot for a few seconds, then her body slowly collapsed, lying on Xiao Qi's shoulder, and the umbrella in her hand fell to the ground.

Xiao Qi stretched out his hand to support Lin Wan's waist, raised his head and looked forward, just in time to see the hair on Zhou Heng's forehead fluttering up and down slowly, slightly covering the deep phoenix eyes.

It looked as if a gust of wind had passed by his side just now.

At the end of the dark living room, Zhou Heng was sitting in a wheelchair, and the dim light from the bedroom on the right side illuminated half of his face.

In Xiao Qi's eyes at this moment, the man seemed strange and unfathomable.

Lin Wan fell into a coma and was sent back to the room.

Xiao Qi walked into the room clutching his injured shoulder.

Now that everything subsided, he felt the sharp pain hit.

Fearing that blood stains would stain the sofa, Xiao Qi randomly picked a chair in the living room and sat down to rest temporarily.

Tata rummaged through the bathroom to find the medicine box.

"Be honest!" Pan Peter pressed the black long-handled umbrella on the ground, warned menacingly, and then took out a rope and smashed it at the umbrella, as if he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, the umbrella would jump up and make trouble again.

Simon leaned against the wall and sneered, "Stupid."

"Uncle, hold on!"

Not long after, Tata rushed out of the bathroom with the medicine kit in his arms, threw himself on the table in the living room, and said anxiously, "I'll disinfect and bandage you first, and then we'll send you to the hospital!"

Xiao Qi's face was pale, and his words were weak: "Are you okay?"

"I can do it!" Tata took out gauze and medical scissors, cut them with a "click", looked at Xiao Qi with bright and firm eyes, and vowed, "Although I haven't learned it before, I won't mess you up." die."

Xiao Qi: "..."

Suddenly, I felt that my life was so cheap.

Zhou Heng pushed the wheelchair out of the bedroom at this time, glanced at Xiao Qi, and when he saw his blood-soaked shoulder, he squeezed his fingers and said, "I've contacted the doctor, he'll be there in a quarter of an hour."

Xiao Qi said: "It's troublesome."

Peter Pan picked up the bundled long-handled umbrella and asked, "Uncle Xiao, what should I do with this thing?"

Xiao Qi couldn't help feeling a little dizzy due to excessive blood loss, he supported the side of his head with one hand, and looked at the thing in Pan Peter's hand.

I just feel that the long-handled umbrella is no longer as evil as it used to be, and now it looks very ordinary, the kind of rotten street.

Xiao Qi stared at it for a moment, then suddenly asked Tata: "The girl from a few weeks ago, how did you die?"

Because Tata wanted to make a special topic, he almost collected all the information that could be collected and could not be collected related to the murder case, and opened his mouth: "The body was smashed with a sharp weapon, but the scene was clean, and the wound was also clean. Most of it was whitened minced meat, and there was no sign of blood splashing around, and the blood volume of the corpse was seriously inconsistent with that of an adult woman, as if it had been sucked dry by something."

Xiao Qi said lightly: "Evil things are causing trouble."

"What?" Tata looked at the umbrella following Xiao Qi's line of sight, and said in surprise, "Is this a supernatural event? The murderer is a ghost?" After finishing speaking, she suddenly realized that she tore the gauze angrily, "Thank you I stay up late every night, squatting outside the community to catch the murderer! Can't I just find a Feng Shui master to test it?"

"Is it useful to find a Feng Shui master?" Xiao Qi was the first to disagree, looked at Tata, and knocked on the table, "Little girl, who are you questioning?"

Tata shrank her neck and patted her mouth consciously.

Her uncle is also a very strong Fengshui master, since he didn't see any clues, it means that there is no solution to this matter with a Fengshui master.

But having said that, fortunately they squatted outside every night, if they hadn't stumbled into Master Zhou's house by mistake today, a murder might have already happened.

Pan Peter also understood, and said righteously: "Okay! Since it is the murderer, I will turn it over to the public security organ now!"

Simon laughed abruptly: "Stupid."

Facing Pan Peter's low IQ, Xiao Qi was not in a hurry to deny him, but said: "Take it with you when you leave later."

As soon as Tata finished cleaning Xiao Qi's wound clumsily, the doctor he contacted came to the door.

The doctor was a middle-aged man, carrying a professional white box, hesitantly said to Zhou Heng: "Excuse me... then... just bandage it here?"

Zhou Heng said: "Go to my room."

Xiao Qi raised the corner of his lower lip, and said weakly: "Aren't you afraid that I will rub blood on your bed?"

Zhou Heng glanced at Xiao Qi's neck, which was exposed between the collar, which was slender and straight.

The phoenix eyes darkened, and when he looked at Xiao Qi again, he asked: "You want to take off your clothes in front of so many people?"

"........."

Before Xiao Qi said anything, Tata raised his hand and said solemnly: "I don't mind." But his eyes were shining and glued to Xiao Qi's body.

Not only Tata, but Peter Pan and Simon also stared at Xiao Qi inexplicably.

Xiao Qi has a good figure unique to young people, which can be seen through his clothes.

Xiao Qi stood up immediately, no longer refused, said: "Go to the room."

The doctor nodded in agreement, and walked towards the master bedroom with the suitcase.

Just as Xiao Qi was about to close the door, when he turned around, he found that Zhou Heng also followed.

Xiao Qi: "...why?"

Zhou Heng slightly raised his face to look at Xiao Qi, and said: "I'm afraid you will rub blood on my bed and go in and stare at you."

Xiao Qi almost laughed: "I'm just joking."

Zhou Heng said indifferently: "I don't believe it, you get out of the way, I want to go in."

Xiao Qi: "..."