Spiritualist sweet wife

Seeing Zhao Xin off, my warm heart is temporarily more secure. With his help, Ziteng will be better.

But Ziteng's things had an eyebrow, and another thing had to be bothered by herself. At that time, Ziteng entrusted Zeng miner's work to her. She also thought that it was difficult to complete it alone with her own strength. But Zhao Xin is already helping her deal with the matter over there. How can she let him manage Zeng min'er's affairs together.

Fortunately, Lin Zi taught her several self-defense spells before. It should not be a problem to deal with some kids. So as soon as I got back to my bedroom, I cleaned it up and went to Zeng min'er's bedroom.

She felt it necessary to have a good talk with Zeng min'er again.

However, as soon as I approached Zeng min'er's bedroom, I noticed an unusual smell.

It's Midsummer now. Even in the dormitory building, it's stuffy and annoying. But the closer you get to Zeng min'er's bedroom, the warmer you feel, the colder you feel.

The temperature dropped sharply, which was the most remarkable sign of ghosts that Zi Teng had told her at that time.

Warm subconsciously looked up at the sky. Although it was late, it was not the time of the highest Yin Qi at midnight. Unexpectedly, the ghosts entangled in Zeng min'er either had very strong power and began to be less afraid of Yang Qi, or it was really difficult to clean up between Zeng min'er and Zeng min'er.

For the present warmth, neither of these two situations is optimistic.

Warm, shallow breathing, light hands and feet close to Zeng min'er's bedroom. She had inquired about it before. It seems that Jiang ting and her family have activities tonight, so at this time, Zeng min'er is the only one in the bedroom.

Walking to the door, warm first raised his hand and knocked on the door. No one responded.

Frowned, looked around warmly, then put his hand on the door handle, tried to turn it, and moved! I didn't lock the door. Warm, I don't know whether this is a chance deliberately given to her by God or a person with a heart.

But whatever the possibility, since she came, she couldn't go back like this.

Holding the door handle, he took a few warm and deep breaths, then pushed the door and went in.

There was no light in the bedroom. In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset shone into the room. Although it was weak, it was not dark. Looking around warmly, Zeng min'er found that she was lying quietly in bed with her eyes closed. It seemed that she should have fallen asleep.

However, she frowned tightly, as if indicating that what she was doing at this time was not a dream.

The warm backhand gently closed the door and pressed the safety lock. At this time, just in case someone else comes in, ghosts can be big and small. She doesn't want innocent people involved and in danger.

But as soon as the door was locked, the room seemed to enter another world, and suddenly the light darkened.

Warm heart was surprised and quickly looked out of the window. It doesn't matter. Where else is there a window? I don't know when the position of the previous window turned into a solid wall.

This

Warm efforts to calm down, has experienced so many times, so now this situation is nothing to her. Rao could not form the rhythm of her heart beating, but she had to be cautious.

Looking at Zeng min'er again, it seemed that she was still asleep. Suddenly, warmth noticed something wrong with her.

Just above Zeng min'er's body, in a parallel position, there was a mass of black smoke, which curled around her.

No!

The ghost entered Zeng min'er's dream!

Warm subconscious moves to wake up Zeng min'er. At this time, the most direct way is to wake Zeng min'er up from his sleep.

However, she just moved two steps and found the abnormality.

There was nothing in the room, but this meeting suddenly came out of nowhere. Many black fog like Zeng min'er appeared, one by one, as if it were a single individual. In front of the warm, it was like a newborn horse, struggling to stand up. From time to time, there will be bursts of "cluck" sound.

It's warm. I just feel that my scalp explodes and my hair stands up. This is not a good phenomenon.

And those black fogs have gathered into the shape of human figures one by one. They have no face, no facial features, and only one body. They swing and slowly approach her.

The warmth widened a pair of eyes and knew that these "things" were coming for her. The top priority is to fix these things first. As for Zeng min'er, it doesn't seem to be a big deal now. It's just that the black fog over her head seems to be getting stronger and more presumptuous. It is like a poisonous snake, circling and moving, stretching out a bright red ferocious snake letter towards the warmth, wantonly provoking.

The ghosts were getting closer and closer, warm and quick witted. Suddenly, he raised his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and drew towards the ghosts:

"Pro, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jun, array, column, in front!"

While painting, the hand is still crossing horizontally and vertically in the air. Every wave is accompanied by an ice blue light column. Those black ghosts are hit by the light column, split straight from the center of the body, and dissipate in an instant.

This is the nine character mantra Lin Zi taught her. It is used for self-defense at the critical time, although warmth has witnessed the strength of the nine character mantra. But she can't stand the large number of these ghosts. Her nine word truth can only deal with the first few nearby. There is a large wave of ghosts coming from behind.

I know this time is not a time for fantasy, but somehow, the picture of "Plants vs. Zombies" appeared in my mind. That's the game Zi Teng taught her to play.

Ziteng!

At the thought of Ziteng, the warmth immediately felt that countless forces came up.

Zi Teng is not completely safe. She can't die, she can't die here!

Thinking of this, she immediately gathered her eyes and drew nine words of truth towards the ghosts who wanted to get close to her again.

However, she was outnumbered. The nine character truth needed to consume people's own energy and mana. After a few rounds, although those ghosts were worried and temporarily hampered by warmth, she was panting and sweating.

The ghosts and shadows are still close bit by bit, and the warmth can no longer make efforts to draw nine words of truth to deal with them.

For a moment, fear and despair poured in from the bottom of my heart.

It turns out that it's this feeling to really face death!