The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 41 Visiting the Cemetery at Night
  Regarding the decision to take the two of them together, it was not that Zhu Mingyao had a sudden brainstorm and was preparing to imitate the stupid protagonists in horror movies and team up to enter dangerous scenes and kill people. Instead, he had his own considerations.

Whether judging from the plot of the original movie or Christine's own experience, this curse mainly targets the spirit and causes almost no physical harm.

This point has been confirmed from Clay Dalton.

The so-called flies and maggots, the bloody eyeballs, the whispering in the ears and other abnormal phenomena can only be felt by Christine from the beginning to the end. The rest of the people, even if they are in the same room, are not aware of it. .

The remaining abnormalities, such as constant nosebleeds, being slapped by invisible people, etc., can all be explained by spiritual suggestions. In curse spells, it is not difficult to do this.

In other words, this evil curse that claims to be able to summon devils and evil spirits and drag people into hell is not as terrifying as imagined. Let alone drag a big living person into the lower plane, even if it is just a single person. It may not even be possible to extract his soul and drag him to hell.

At best, it is to use various illusions and nightmares to make the victim insane, shake his soul, and cause various accidental deaths while acting in a trance.

In the ending of the movie, the image of Christine having a mental breakdown, falling off the platform and being dragged into hell should be just a mental illusion. She actually died under the wheels of a speeding train.

Otherwise, a crack in hell suddenly appeared in the crowded Luocheng train station in broad daylight, and there would have been a huge commotion.

I'm afraid that the next moment, the three sects of the Holy Church will immediately stop fighting and form a demon-conquering coalition to come over!
  Is it really that simple to enter the physical body into an alien plane?

Only the real ghost immortal who has cultivated into the Yin God in Xuanmen dares to say that he can descend to the underworld at will.

Only the great wizard from Europa whose soul became an astral body dared to say that he could travel to the spiritual world.

It's just a curse, how can He De do this?
  During the day, he carefully checked the level strength of the curse and confirmed this.

Therefore, the actual danger of this move is not that great, not even as great as facing the murderer in the hotel last time.

What the young man said just now was serious, mainly to inoculate the two of them in advance so that they would be mentally prepared when they saw the vision.

The second reason is to make the victim Christine a reference!
  As the three of them walked deeper and deeper along the bumpy masonry path in the cemetery, under Zhu Mingyao's Qi-gazing technique, the silky black energy lingering around Christine's body gradually became as dense as if it were not there at all. , like strands of dark hair squirming and pointing to the depths of the cemetery.

"Sure enough!" Zhu Mingyao secretly thought. The Qi-gazing technique he performed was passed down by Zhang Shouzhong, and it also belonged to the authentic Xuanmen sect. However, due to his own cultivation level, he could only see a lot of things roughly.

For example, this time, he could only see that the source of the curse was still there, but he couldn't see where it was specifically? You can only find it by elimination.

Now that the victim serves as a reference, it can finally be confirmed that the source of the curse lies on Mrs. Gaynos's body!

Passing through the tombstones that were old or new, feeling the cool mist slowly rising from the deep night all around, the sneer on the corner of the young man's mouth flashed away.

snort! I can't bear it any longer.

As we kept moving forward, the mist became thicker and thicker, carrying the faint rotten smell unique to tomb soil. It swirled in the air and condensed into water droplets as thin as needle tips, blending into the evening breeze and contaminating everything around it. ——

Clinging to the bushes, the bark cracked and peeled off silently.

Stained on the ground, moss rotted into plaster.

The young man seemed unaware of all this, walking leisurely through the mist, as if he was not digging graves in a cemetery late at night in the cold winter, but in March with his classmates. Friends went out for an outing.

It's just that the two large canvas bags, one long and one short, in his hands were a bit off-putting, changing his image from a leading man on an outing to a bag-carrying dog-licking tool behind a goddess. Only the layer of the body that isolates the evil wind and mist, and exudes the pure and holy aura of Xuanmen, can forcefully change the style of the scene to the aspect of a mage exorcising evil spirits.

There was no need to look back, knowing that Christine and the two had disappeared.

Zhu Mingyao estimated the time, put on a smile, put the two canvas bags under his left armpit, freed his right hand, raised his hand and struck his luck in the air!
  The light and shadow in front of me suddenly shook, then shattered, and the brick path that had not reached an end after walking for a long time suddenly disappeared.

The young man turned around a green clump of North American holly, stared at the brand new grave not far in front of him, and said lightly: "Sorry for the intrusion."

He said please forgive me, but there was no apology in his tone, and he was even more rude in his actions. He stepped forward quickly, shook out a bunch of things from the canvas bag, and arranged them quickly.

First, eight peach wood nails were driven into the ground according to the Bagua directions, and the grave was circled in the center. Then he took out a large plastic bag of gray-white powder and scattered it. Finally, he picked up a large pendant-like thing. Hanging on a cross-shaped stone tombstone.

After finishing all this, Zhu Mingyao took a few steps back, leaning against a beech tree with all its leaves, quietly waiting for the return of the 'master'.

……

Kristine held her fiancé's arm tightly and looked at the rolling fog around her with vigilance. When did the two of them separate from the young exorcist?
  Was it a few minutes ago? Or longer?

Clay Dalton's condition was even worse. His face was pale and his legs and feet were weak. If he hadn't been thinking about his lover by his side, he might not have been able to hold on long ago.

The talisman in his arms and the silk thread on his wrist emitted bursts of heat, reminding the two of them that they might have fallen into an inexplicable crisis at this time.

Suddenly he felt his arm tighten, and it hurt a little from being strangled by his fiancée. He looked down and saw Christine's eyes were so wide that their frames almost protruded, looking at a blurry figure in the mist in horror.

"It's her! The devil! She's coming!" Christine screamed hysterically!
  Clay remembered the young man's advice, tried his best to stay calm, and reassured: "There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just a human-shaped mist, just like the magic tricks we saw in the circus..."

Before he finished speaking, the mist suddenly accelerated and rushed over. Now even Clay could see clearly. The appearance of the mist vaguely showed the appearance of a demon with a huge mouth, fangs and sharp horns.

Originally, such a ferocious appearance was enough to scare the crap out of ordinary people, but probably because the material that made up the body was loose mist, the image of the devil was unclear as if it were a mosaic, and the terrifying atmosphere was greatly reduced.

At least Clay felt that he was still within his tolerance range, but his fiancée, who was usually bolder than him, was in an extremely bad situation at this time.

Christine's wide-eyed eyes were filled with red threads, her teeth bit her lip until it bled, and she slid down to the ground as if there were no bones in her body. Only her hands still had some strength left, desperately grabbing her arms.

It was as if there was some invisible force dragging her underground.

Facing this weird scene and looking at his beloved fiancée, Clay mustered up the courage to stand in front of the demon-like mist rushing towards him.

The mist passed through Clay's body without any hindrance, and it was about to touch Christine at the next moment!

At this moment, a clear light suddenly appeared from Christine's body, turning into a hazy huge sword and slashing down in the air!

　I have been busy these two days and have no time to write. I will try my best to update as early as possible during the day. I am poor at saving the manuscript.,,

　　
  　
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