The black seemed to flicker, and every now and then other colors lit up and were swallowed up by the black.

Wu Ling used a brush to gently draw circles in the pottery bowl that had accumulated half a bowl of ink.

The ink in the bowl forms a swirl that keeps turning.

Wu Ling exhaled, squirmed his lips, and said something silently, and the whirlpool stopped, turning into a circle of ripples, and there was no sign of stopping.

"Please hold down Mr. Wei." Wu Ling said a word, and then walked to Mr. Wei on the bed.

The young man called two more people over, tied Mr. Wei's hands and feet to the restraint belts, and held them down separately.

Looking at their posture, it doesn't seem like the first time they've done this kind of thing.

Wu Ling didn't even blink his eyes, walked to the bedside, and the tip of the pen touched the center of the ripples in the bowl, lifted it, moved to Mr. Wei's forehead, and fell gently.

As the ink left a black dot on Mr. Wei's forehead, I felt as if the whole villa was shaking.

I couldn't help but look at the floor and ceiling, and then at the others.

They didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

Wu Ling was continuing to draw talismans, using Mr. Wei's body as a canvas, starting from his face, stroke by stroke, drawing a complex talisman.

I don't know anything about that.

After being exposed to paranormal events, I wanted to learn about it, but I didn't know where to start.

Based on some of the "supernatural stories" I saw in my daily life, film and television materials, I have found popular science or academic books such as "Exploring the History of Fu Zheng", but the role of such books, especially in terms of operability, is almost zero. I don't know if it's because I'm doing it wrong, or if I'm missing the pre-practice.

In the previous dream, Wu Ling's learning experience did not seem to have the long meditation process in the movie, but the content she studied was by no means a published book such as "Exploring the History of Fu Gong" that could be borrowed from the Minqing Library.

The talisman drawn by Wu Ling has extended from Mr. Wei's face to ****.

The shaking of the house became noticeable.

I heard some small sounds, followed the direction from which they came, and looked up.

There seemed to be something heavy moving on the ceiling, making the floor above and the ceiling on the second floor vibrate.

This villa has three floors, and with a pointed roof, there may be an attic on four floors.

I stared at the ceiling and seemed to be able to see the paint powder falling from it.

Boom!

"Ahhhhh

Suddenly a roar erupted.

I hurriedly turned my head and saw Mr. Wei on the bed with his upper body bounced up, roaring with his mouth open. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were a strange yellow.

Her face was hideous, her teeth turned into canine teeth, protruding from her mouth and dripping with salivation.

This is clearly not a hallucination that I see alone.

The others screamed in panic and suppressed the struggling Mr. Wei.

Wu Ling took a step back just now, dodging Mr. Wei, who seemed to be about to bite off a piece of flesh from her.

When Mr. Wei was pressed back on the bed, she stepped forward to draw the talisman again.

I was so frightened by the suddenness of the moment that my heart raced.

The fluttering sound continued, not drowned out by Mr. Wei's screams of struggle.

I looked up and saw that it was snowing on the ceiling, and white paint powder was falling in a flutter.

Others have noticed this.

Wu Ling has no distractions, however, she is the only one who has no distractions.

"Miss Wu, the house ......," the young man said nervously.

Before the words could be spoken, there was a loud bang, and in the shouting of the others, the entire roof collapsed.

There was a big hole in the roof, and it looked as if something had pierced it from the attic to the second-floor ceiling.

I saw a gray-green thing reach in and pull it out again.

Outside, the night sky is over.

The wall fragments landed in the room, not hitting the bed, but enough to be scary.

"Get out of here!" The youth cried out.

"No! Can't be interrupted! Wu Ling said sternly.

The middle-aged man from the Wu family scolded and was already preparing to escape.

The middle-aged woman of the Wu family suddenly had weak feet, slumped on the ground, leaning her neck, and her fingers tremblingly pointed to the ceiling with a big hole.

I followed her hand and looked over.

Outside that hole was no longer a dark blue sky, but an ugly monster head. The face, like a face that had been splashed with sulfuric acid, was pitted and uneven, and the whole thing melted down. The skin is grayish-green, as if some kind of bacteria have grown on it. The monster's eyes were squeezed into a slit by rotten flesh. Its long-nailed hands tugged at the edges of the tattered walls as if they were about to break the house in half.

The cries of terror grew louder.

The chaotic situation made Mr. Wei on the bed struggle again.

Wu Ling shouted a few more words.

The old man of the Wu family gritted his teeth and rushed over and pressed Mr. Wei's legs. The young man of the Wu family also bit his lip and helped to suppress Mr. Wei's hand.

The young man's forehead burst with green tendons, he took off his suit and threw it on the ground, wearing only a white shirt, climbed into bed, and pressed the struggling Mr. Wei with his body.

Mr. Wei's struggle caused the whole bed to shake.

Wu Ling saw the stitches with difficulty and continued to draw talismans on Mr. Wei's body.

I'm sweating on my head too, but I shouldn't be able to do anything right now.

This is Wu Ling's past, at this time, Wu Ling has not seen Ye Qing yet, and has not yet joined Qingye.

The timing is wrong.

At this time, I should be a bystander, and the time when I should make a move is when Wu Ling dies.

I cleared my mind, but I couldn't say calm, so I calmed down. Even though I know very well that this time, Wu Ling should be in danger.

I could even hear the different screams inside and outside the house.

The people inside the house were shouting monsters, and someone outside the house was shouting that the house had collapsed.

It's an illusion.

That monster is an illusion.

The monster's huge hand suddenly reached into the house, and its nails landed on the wall, scratching from one end of the wall to the other.

Huge cracks appeared in the walls. The back of the gray-green skin monster's hand moved past the men on the bed.

I saw the young man of the Wu family closing his eyes in fear, and the old man repeating some scriptures. The young man's body was as stiff as a stone, and he couldn't even tremble at all.

The monster withdrew its hand and picked up pieces of rubble. It suddenly roared into the room.

The woman of the Wu family, who was sitting on the ground, screamed and fell with the floor below her.

The sound of a heavy object falling into the water sounded downstairs, and the woman's cry was drowned out by the sound, as if her whole body had been swallowed by something in one gulp.

The fleeing man also screamed outside the door, as if they had encountered something more terrifying, and the cry was shattered.

"Alright." Wu Ling suddenly spoke.

The clay bowl she was holding was empty, and there was no ink left behind.

With Wu Ling's pen, Mr. Wei lay upright on the bed and no longer moved.

The talisman on Mr. Wei's body was flowing with light, red, orange, red, green, blue, purple, and all kinds of light were beating.

The monster outside the house roared in anger and turned into a cloud of fireworks, exploding in the sky, and the spark fell inside the house and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The ensuing change was that Mr. Wei on the bed became a shriveled old man. The frightened cries outside turned into wails of pain.

In the messy voice, it seemed that someone rushed in to the rescue.

Wu Ling slowly put his things away.

I saw that her face was pale and very weak.

However, none of the people who remained in the room seemed to be in good spirits.

The rescuers soon arrived at the room and anxiously inquired about the situation of the people in the house.

Dreams become chaotic and pass quickly.

What happened in Mr. Wei's house should have been treated as a problem with the house.

The people of the Wu family were either injured or out of strength, and they all went to the hospital by the way.

Wu Ling got a separate senior ward. She was unharmed, but for the next few days, she remained pale and was diagnosed by the doctor as impaired physical function caused by overexertion, and needed to recuperate.

I looked at Wu Ling's sick appearance and exhaled slightly.

Sure enough, there is no danger, this is just a small episode in Wu Ling's life.

I didn't think about it and made a rough judgment.

However, this incident is not a vignette, but only a starting point.

(End of chapter)