The flesh of her wound was reddish-purple mixed with white broken bones, much like cheap pork.

In the middle of the dragged string of flesh, there was a cries of sobbing.

Wu Heng concentrated his vision and saw clearly what was making a sound inside.

It was a crumpled baby the size of a fist, with its membranes torn and its umbilical cord connected to Chana, crying incessantly, without even opening its eyes.

It's like a hairless mouse.

"This is a fetus?"

"It should be three months, and according to the time, it is likely to be Tsuda's child, but I didn't expect Chana to be pregnant!"

Wu Heng somewhat understood why Chanel had gone beyond the realm of floating spirits and turned into a higher-level evil spirit.

She was tortured by an unhappy marriage for three years, and was tortured by a single parent in poverty for another year, and was just about to be with Tsuda, but because of her daughter, she was beheaded to death, no wonder she was so resentful.

It's no wonder that Tsuda insisted on getting rid of the little girl weaving, because his instrument itself is very narrow, and he just wants Chana to give him and his inheritance.

If it weren't for Wu Heng to suppress the flowing white fog in the apartment, this Chanel would probably be devoured by the Demon by the way, and it is estimated that this is also the reason why she did not appear in the plot.

"Weaving, come, see your brother...!"

Chana reached out and pulled out the ugly fetus that kept crying, and held it in the palm of her hand.

She had a stiff smile on her face, exactly the same as the one she had when she died.

Chana saw that the yarn was tied up, and she looked up at Wu Heng.

"Everyone's here to congratulate me, it's a boy!"

Chanel put the baby back inside and prepared to crawl into the house.

Her goal is Kotoko.

Kotoko still didn't pay attention to the situation at the door,

She held up the round mirror and looked at the weaving yarn, and the mirror slowly approached the weaving yarn's face, and she continued to read the sacrifice in her mouth:

“… Endure the monarch, Feng Wei ministers mourn privately,... Tahata Yun silkworm..."

In the mirror, Orisa's eyes opened, their eyes became pitch black, their eyes were cold and merciless, and wisps of cursed flesh appeared on her fair face, and the skin of her face was wrinkled and hardened like birch bark.

Bound hands and feet unconscious, weaving yarn without movement, suddenly cried loudly, and the capillaries in the neck gradually filled with black, spreading upward, covering the position of the face,

Tears slid down the floor from the corners of her closed eyes

She was crying louder and louder.

The full moon on the roof of the building was slowly obscured by the black clouds that spread over, and the dividing line between reality and the other world became very blurred.

The dead appear, the living sink, and neither the ordinary nor the floating spirits can tell whether they are alive or dead.

Only pain can be discerned, the living know the pain, the dead do not feel it.

The people in the scientific team had gone completely crazy because they were not psychic mediums, and they smashed their heads with instruments, only the faint pain made them know that they were still alive.

At the same time, Wu Heng also noticed the change, and he knew that the big thing was coming.

"Congratulations, very cute fetus."

"But since you're pregnant, don't run around, it's really scary. Let me, the doctor, help you check if there is a risk of miscarriage. ”

Wu Heng slapped the exorcism order on Chana's head, which was originally a token that was gently attached to the evil spirit to exorcise demons, but he used it as a weapon.

But the effect was very good, Chanel's head was mutilated, and it slowly recovered.

The fetus in the abdomen, while crying, squirmed, as if it felt that its mother was being bullied.

Wu Heng took out a stack of rune papers, touched the spiritual power, and spontaneously combusted without wind in an instant.

"Heavenly fire, please."

This pile of burning rune paper was thrown by him on Chana's waist, burning black and red flesh, as if melting ice and snow.

Just because he dared to play like this, he took out so many runes to ask for fire at one time, Wu Heng felt that the touch spiritual power was instantly reduced by one-fifth, catching up with the consumption of his use of the Seven Injuries Extinguishing Thunder Method.

There is still Kotoko in this room, these psychic mediums are too fragile, he wants to put a thunderbolt here, it is estimated that Kotoko will be destroyed first.

I can only settle for the next best thing, and use the power of the heavenly fire that has been discounted a lot.

"Baby. My obedient baby! ”

"I'm sorry, you're very sick and you don't seem to be able to help."

Wu Heng didn't stop, and continued to wave the exorcism order out of the afterimage, blinking his eyes and hitting dozens of times, Chana completely dissipated.

The dark clouds completely blocked the moon, the mist blew across the lawn like the wind, all the torches were extinguished, the breath exhaled by everyone turned into a hot mist, and a lot of white mist was inhaled into the body.

The inhaler instantly spat out blood, and green caterpillars writhed inside, like a swarm of maggots, and their bodies were already wounded by filth.

The intelligent psychic medium has already held his breath, but it can only hold back for dozens of seconds at most.

The illusory children, climbing up the altar, ran and laughed in front of the medium, trying to touch them.

Wu Heng heard the movement below, and quickly borrowed the bait of the four clowns next door, the body of one of them, using the detection ability of the Higa family.

The senses spread out, and in the illusory space of the 'mountain', a passage seemed to open up at the bottom of a certain mountain peak, and the white mist inside drilled out along the passage and poured out from the sewer of Wako.

The children in the 'mountain', with bloody toys in their hands, stared curiously at the passage, and got out from time to time.

The fog downstairs has changed, and the demon feels as if it has been stolen, if it is just like that, it can still hold back and deal with these spirit mediums first.

After all, it is a wise demon.

But the call to weave yarn is also getting stronger and stronger, telling her crisis.

Both of them were still on the fifth floor of the apartment building, and the demon couldn't help it, and the mist gathered towards the building.

The entire apartment building began to shake.

Especially in room 503, the ceiling was directly broken, and countless cracks appeared like cobwebs, and the cement blocks kept falling down.

The horizontal cracks spread like electric current, from the corridor to the interior.

The walls of the room were torn apart like bread, and the skin of the walls was wrinkled like scales, revealing the gray cement and steel stubble inside.

The entire building is in danger of collapsing at any moment.

The altar table in the room was overturned by an invisible force and smashed to pieces.

Kotoko dragged the weaving yarn, who had passed out due to the suspension of exile, and lay under the table.

Avoiding the shattered cement blocks, she was not afraid of those curse methods, she was afraid of such physical attacks.

Wu Heng walked straight to the door, and the cement fragments smashed on his armor, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and was completely ignored.

He pressed his hand on the bronze statue of the evil Buddha and urged the Buddha statue to be controlled, and the Dan in the bronze statue seemed to be encouraged, and the branches and leaves shook slightly.

The surrounding movement was gradually suppressed.

"Quack. Rattle! ”

In the dark corridor outside, the laughter of hoarse women overlapping sounded, laughing very strangely with a bit of joy.

"Weaving~Yarn~!"

Another gloomy old man's voice shouted.

Weaving yarn, who was still tied, heard this call, like a wronged child who had found his parents, and although he was still in a coma, he cried loudly.

"Continued weaving family Rao Rong should be photographed, and the evil attack wants me to delete it." The mediums on the lawn fell back a foot above the ground as the white fog weakened, so they re-lit the campfire and continued the ritual.

Eliminated 23 mediums who were injured by inhaling the white mist, and 7 others died completely, but it did not affect the continuation of the ritual.

In the cry of weaving, the heads of the four clowns rolled in from the door, and their mouths were torn open to the base of their ears, making a series of crying and laughing sounds.

The sound of liquid surging through the cracks in the cracked walls around the room.

Wu Heng smelled the rich aroma, like a rare wine.

(End of chapter)