Spiritualist sweet wife

It was getting dark, and the black Maybach was driving slowly on the streets of M city. Sitting in the driver's seat, Zi Teng seems to be no different from usual. He still has a faint expression and deep and dark eyes, but he doesn't know how deep he stepped on the accelerator under his feet.

Back to the office, when Ziteng opened the door, he found that someone had come back first.

"Hey? Zi Teng, where have you been? Why did you come back later than me?"

When the forest sees the son, make complaints about it.

Zi Teng was expressionless and ignored Lin Zi's words. He went straight to the sofa and sat opposite the warm one:

"What did you find?"

"...." although he was used to Zi Teng's indifference and no detour, he was still a little surprised to see him so straightforward and warm at the moment

"I called Xiao Shumin today. It turned out that the girl we met before was an Nuan!

Strangely, she was transferred to the school after Li Zihan committed suicide, and a series of strange events in the school began only after she transferred.

I always feel that mubai and I can't feel the smell of ghosts either in school or in Li Zihan's home. This matter is likely to have nothing to do with Li Zihan himself.

In this way, I have some doubts about the girl named an Nuan! "

Warm and truthful told Zi Teng what he thought and what he had learned from Xiao Shumin. Zi Teng listened so quietly without interrupting or expressing his opinions. On the handsome face with sharp edges and corners, it is still that deep and hidden appearance, so that people can't see what he is thinking.

Hearing the warm words, Lin Zi turned his mouth thoughtfully:

"It's just a high school student. What can be doubted? Maybe it's really a coincidence?"

"But aren't you surprised?

Mingming is already a junior in senior high school. What is it that she has to turn around when she is only more than 100 days away from the college entrance examination? Why does everything happen so coincidentally after she turns around?

If Li Zihan's ghost really came back for revenge, why didn't it happen when she just died, or when she came back on the night of her soul, but in a month?

And the most important thing -- "

Warm and frowning, with a low tone:

"Don't you think that girl, who seems to have a plan, will appear in front of us every time, seemingly inadvertently?"

This time, the forest was completely speechless by a series of warm questions.

"Well... You say that, it seems a little ha!"

Lin Zi has always been a careless attitude towards things, so he didn't expect to get any valuable opinions from him. On the contrary, Zi Teng never expressed his opinions after he entered the office and said a word. She neither agreed nor refuted what she had just said.

Such a situation really makes me feel warm.

For a time, in the quiet strange spirit office, the warmth and the line of sight of the forest all gathered on Zi Teng, as if waiting for his final opinion.

Ziteng's thin and sexy lips were slightly pursed. Under his deep black eyes, there was an elusive wave. For a moment, he slowly opened his mouth:

"From tomorrow, let Xiao Shumin pay attention to that Ann Nuan. If anything happens, communicate with us at any time!"

Let Xiao Shumin?

Warm frown:

"Is that good?"

"That's it!"

Zi Teng naturally knows his warm concerns, but under such circumstances, there is really no more suitable candidate except Xiao Shumin. Moreover, there is a high school. Their random access has been investigated, which is the biggest limit. If you want to go further

Thinking of this, Ziteng's heart suddenly raised an idea. At the bottom of his eyes, there was an invisible flash.

……

At the transition between winter and spring, the night is always dry and cold. In such a season, students naturally return home and dormitory early after self-study, and are unwilling to stay outside more.

In the dormitory building of senior three of No. 1 middle school, the lights went out at midnight on time. The whole campus also fell into a dead darkness with the extinction of the last light.

However, no one noticed that just after everything fell into darkness, a small figure suddenly appeared in the corridor of the third high school teaching building, like the ghost of the dark night.

There was no quiet sound in the corridor. The cold wind at midnight blew by, holding the shadow of dead branches on the dark window, swaying like a witch's fingers.

The steps of wiping the figure slowly, step by step up the stairs and came to the door of class 3, senior 3.

"Squeak --"

With a dull rubbing sound of wood, the figure pushed the door in and went straight to an idle seat in the last row of the classroom.

The figure took out some things from his schoolbag and displayed them one by one on the desk that had been vacant for a long time. It looked as if he was preparing something.

When everything was ready, the figure took a heavy breath, picked up something similar to chalk and began to draw on the ground around the desk.

It suddenly looked like a six pointed star, but there were many strange characters and patterns in the outline, reflecting the strange white light in the moonlight.

When the design was finished, the figure picked up several white candles from the table and lit them at several positions of the six pointed star. Then he placed himself on the desk and closed his eyes gently. The rhythmic and ethereal sound sounded low in the classroom:

“Lucifer，Ouyar，Chameron，Aliseon……”

With the completion of a string of incantations, the originally quiet candles suddenly jumped up, and the red light shone on the figure, setting off a young girl's beautiful but indifferent face.

The fire continued to jump, and around the six pointed star, suddenly without warning, bursts of black smoke rose. The smoke was thick, like a poisonous snake from hell, shrouded and spread around the girl, spitting snake letters wantonly, bright red and ferocious.

The girl looked at what was happening in front of her, but she was inexplicably calm and expressionless, as if nothing had happened. Until a low but dangerous voice sounded, there was a slight tremor at the bottom of her eyes, which was originally calm like a pool of stagnant water.

"Who called me?"

Hearing the sound, the girl bowed her head and said respectfully to the dark shadow in front of her:

"The great God of darkness, the king of hell, Lucifer..."