Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

"fuk!"

Tom changed face on the spot.

His face was even whiter than the other party.

"What the hell are you?"

Tom roared angrily, and hurried back.

But he was already on the bed, especially in a half-kneeling posture, and when he stepped back, his body lost weight and fell on the bed.

"Ah... ah..."

The ghost's hands directly strangled Tom's neck.

The faintly weird figure also wanted to drill into Tom's body, but he couldn't see it at all.

This moment.

Tom already knew very well that the thing he was on was not human at all, and it was probably a corpse possessed by an evil spirit.

Otherwise, it would be a bit too much to change face while applauding for love!

"Am I fucking cold?"

Tom's neck was pinched, his face was reddened, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

It's not a good feeling to have a bloodshot brain.

Moreover, he was full of blood.

The lower body is also congested.

Still fighting high.

In the past at this time, he would definitely be scared to pee, but today, for some reason, looking at the scary thing in front of him, Tom actually found a trace of longing in his heart.

The longing made him shudder.

I gritted my teeth.

Tom waved his hands and grabbed the opponent's neck.

"What I fucking hate the most is the ghost thing that scares me when I'm high! If you want to kill me, I'll fucking kill you first!"

Tom's eyes were red, and he strangled the opponent's neck.

He was often frightened before,

If it weren't for Du Wei's shot, he would have been inhumane long ago.

Don't say it.

The strange thing about Tom's resistance was that the bloody corpse was suppressed by an ordinary person like him.

He pushed the opponent down.

The invisible figure also seemed to be affected by something and forced into the corpse.

"That's it?"

Tom rode on the opponent, holding the slender hands that were pinching his neck with one hand, tore them apart, and pressed them on the bed sheet.

Then.

His eyes are red.

gasping.

The inner desire is getting stronger and stronger.

"what happened?"

"I'm not a fucking pervert, am I?"

Tom couldn't hold it anymore. He had no idea what was wrong with his body.

"God, I must be crazy!"

The only rationality in Tom's head was that he pulled the quilt and pressed it against the opponent's upper body.

The bloody upper body was just blocked.

The lower body looked normal instead.

After doing this.

With tears in his eyes, Tom uncontrollably launched a second charge.

"I fucking don't want this!"

"fuk! Am I going to become a church hunter like Du Wei?"

"I heard that hunters have special abilities. Is this my special ability?"

"What rubbish ability, fuk!"

While cursing fuk!

Tom's body charged.

He couldn't control it at all, he could only watch his horse galloping helplessly.

out of sight.

The faint figure was already crazy at this moment, trying to run out of the corpse, and in the process, it became dimmer and weaker.

can only say……

Brother Ryan is awesome!

Brother Tom is awesome!

I don't know how long it has been.

Tom felt like he was about to launch.

The figure also seemed to feel the arrival of death.

bang...

Light bulbs popped inside the house.

The house trembled.

The oil painting hanging on the wall fell to the ground with a crash, and the glass shattered to the ground.

at the last moment.

The figure finally broke free from the corpse, and fled from the place of right and wrong like crazy.

Tom's legs shook.

The body finally collapsed.

Then.

He stood up tremblingly, and looked down.

Snapped……

He slapped himself on the face.

Tears of humiliation ran down my cheeks...

"I... Tom..."

"fuk!"

At this moment, the door was also slammed open.

There was a crowd of people outside.

"Officer Tom, what's going on here? It's like your door was locked just now, and it can't be opened at all."

They are regulars in the red light district.

Everyone looked at the naked Tom and didn't think it was strange.

But on that bed.

Blood gradually seeped out.

Someone exclaimed: "My God, what happened here?"

"Someone is dead!"

"Someone is dead, call the police!"

Tom was crying, wiped his body with the sheet, and yelled angrily: "Call the police, report the fart, I'm a fucking policeman!"

finished.

Tom immediately took out his cell phone and called the New York Police Department.

"Get the fuck out of here, call everyone, and surround the red-light district!"

Finish these.

Tom called Du Wei again.

Before the phone was connected, he pointed to the group of people outside the door and said: "Everyone stand still and don't move. What happened here is beyond your discussion. If there is a rumor outside, you all will Put me in jail for ten years."

...

at this time.

Du Wei is packing things at home.

After eating, Ryan took a hoe and said that he was going to dig things in the yard.

He was about to finish packing and go out to call Ryan.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Du Wei put down his backpack, took out his cell phone and saw that the caller ID was Tom.

He frowned and pressed the answer button.

Then, I heard Tom's crying voice on the other end of the phone: "My good brother, I'm done, I'm really done! My fucking life is ruined."

Du Wei said in a deep voice, "What's going on? Aren't you in the red light district?"

Tom cried and said, "I'm here, but I seem to be on a ghost thing, like a corpse. I was still alive before, and I lost control of myself, like a hunter."

"Come here quickly, I'm about to collapse."

Du Wei's eyes turned cold.

He clenched his fists tightly and said in a cold voice: "You wait, I will rush over immediately."

Tom is his own good brother.

Helping myself is not once or twice, although sometimes it is weird, but he is someone who has a life-long friendship with himself.

In this world, evil spirits do not attack for no reason.

And the attacker was Tom.

He hung up the phone and walked directly downstairs.

As he walked, he felt ruthless in his heart: "Hei Duwei, I hope it's not your fault, otherwise, even if I give up the plan, I will kill you."

...

the other side.

On a deserted street in New York.

Ryan was carrying a hoe, scratching his head, looking at a faint figure in front of him.

"This thing looks familiar to me."

"Could it be my slave?"

The figure was extremely dim, and it was the existence that wanted to attack Tom. It didn't find Ryan, but hovered on the ground for a while, and then burrowed into the ground.

Ryan shook his head blankly.

"Hey, I feel so familiar with this place, as if I was going to store those things here before."

With that said, Ryan carried the hoe and ran to the place where the figure disappeared.

When I lowered my head, I saw the round sewer manhole cover.

On the edge of the manhole cover, the name Ryan Hammel is also engraved.

Lane was puzzled.

"Lian Hamel? Didn't I put this manhole cover before? Why is the name not Lane? Could it be that I found the wrong place?"

"Forget it! I, Ryan, am an aristocrat. The place where I put my things can't be in the sewer. That place is too smelly, dirty, and dark, so I can't see anything."

"In my capacity, at least a place like the garbage station is needed to look a little bit higher."

Ryan raised his head proudly and walked towards the nearest garbage station.