In the room, Meng Fan was shaking like chaff and kept asking us why it was so cold.
Lingxi, holding the roll of silver needle cloth, did not move for a long time.
Just when I was curious about whether the bloody hand would come out from behind Meng Fan's neck, a cold air rushed towards me, causing the pores all over my body to suddenly tighten and my scalp to feel numb.
It was obviously midsummer in early July. At noon, the sun was shining outside, but I was shivering inexplicably from the cold, and my breath was like mist. It was really weird to the extreme.
"Here we come." Du Qirui shouted in a low voice, his eyes sharp.
I grabbed the doorknob and looked closely, only to see a blood-red mist surrounding Meng Fan's neck.
This mist swam slowly, appearing and disappearing like a snake coiling around Meng Fan's head.
I subconsciously covered my mouth, fearing that I would scream out of fear.
Lingxi raised his right hand lightly, and a silver needle flashed away.
Only a bang was heard, and the blood-red mist exploded, turning into dots of red light and disappearing.
Meng Fan held his head and wailed, fell on the bed and curled up, twitching continuously.
Lingxi stepped forward quickly and pricked Meng Fan's forehead with a silver needle.
"Suning, quickly, take off his shirt." Lingxi turned the silver needle and shouted to me.
I was so frightened now that after hearing Lingxi's instructions, I quickly ran over to help Meng Fan up and pulled his clothes off hard.
Lingxi looked calm, and the silver needle in his hand seemed like a continuous drizzle falling on Meng Fan's belly.
Black blood seeped out from the eye of the needle and connected together to form dense lines like a spider web.
"I want to see how long you can hide it." Lingxi sneered, holding a piece of yellow talisman paper between her fingertips.
The next moment, the yellow talisman was burning in Meng Fan's abdomen, mixed with black blood, and a disgusting rotten smell spread out.
"Fuck..." I pinched my nose and stepped back carefully.
The smell was so stinky, like rotten meat soaked in a stinky ditch, it made me dizzy.
"Suppress." Lingxi's jade hand patted lightly.
"Swish swish."
The dozens of silver needles stuck in Meng Fan's belly shook violently, as if they were being suppressed by heavy objects and penetrated inch by inch.
"Woo..."
A miserable cry sounded in my ears, and at the same time, a baby's tender face quietly appeared on Meng Fan's chest.
"You deserve to die if you ruin my good deeds." The baby uttered human words with a twisted look on his face.
Lingxi turned around and retreated, lifting up the quilt to block the air.
"collapse."
The duvet worth thousands of dollars was riddled with holes pricked by silver needles, and the plush was flying and falling all over the sky, like goose feathers and heavy snow.
"Is this thing so powerful?" I hid behind the door and dared not move, and whispered: "Is it a vaginal fetus?"
"Yes." Du Qirui said with a gloomy face: "Compared with the evil spirit in your body, it is not easy to solve this thing."
"Ning, Ning Zi." Meng Fan huddled on the bed and shouted feebly: "Help me."
"It's okay, fat man." I carefully pulled Meng Fan up and helped him put on his shirt.
"It was promised to be comfortable and painless?" Meng Fan rubbed his belly and said with a resentful expression: "It doesn't hurt me to death, hiss... my stomach feels so bloated."
"No, no, I have to go to the toilet."
"Ouch, I can't hold it in anymore."
Meng Fan crossed his legs and ran tremblingly outside. His movements were like a fat duck jumping.
"Master, we have confirmed that the vaginal fetus exists, what should we do next?" I folded the tattered quilt and asked in a low voice.
"What can be done? Of course, get rid of it." Lingxi patted the fluff on his body, pursed his lips and thought in thought: "You must prepare three things first."
