The footsteps stopped at the door, and the door was opened, and the brand new door made no strange noises.

Behind the door was a young woman with long hair like dry grass and messy. She looked sick and looked like she was sleep-deprived.

"Who are you looking for?" the woman asked.

"We found you online... are you studying black magic?" Wu Ling asked.

The woman glanced at her eyes and was still lazy, but she turned around and left, leaving a sentence: "Come in, close the door."

The room was pitch black and there was no light on. It can be seen that the room looked like a small conference room, but a thick curtain mopping on the floor was hung on the wall behind. The curtains were velvet cloth, dark red, and the same color as the carpet on the floor. The room seemed to be painted with a layer of plasma, giving people a sense of depression.

There was no furniture, and the whole room was empty. The camera quickly swept it, but it didn't capture the ceiling. I wonder if there were any lights installed.

The woman lifted the curtain and crawled in. The curtain swayed, allowing people to see a yellow candlelight.

The lens enters the interior.

There is no sound of footsteps when I step on the carpet.

This is a bit strange.

When a woman comes out, she obviously has footsteps. The sound of high heels falling to the ground is very clear.

The camera went down, photographing the dark carpet and feet.

The feet walked a few steps, but no sound came out.

The curtain sways, and the light sways.

"Come in." The woman said another sentence.

The camera was lifted up and only the shaking curtain was captured.

The camera approached, lifted the curtain with one hand, and the eyes suddenly became clear.

The room behind the curtain is more spacious. Red velvet curtains are hung around it. Furniture is placed only after a short distance.

There are a row of cabinets on the left, including bookcases, shelves, glass doors, doorless, and solid wood doors, arranged in sequence. The things on them are also different. There are books, iron boxes, wooden boxes, glass bottles, ceramic bowls and other utensils.

On the right side is a row of long tables of different sizes and heights, with drawers, no drawers, simple styles, and carved and decorated...

There are many things on it, including several mirrors, crystal balls and candles.

The only light source in the room is the candle holder on the wall opposite.

The wall also drooped the curtain, and the iron candle holder stretched out from the gap of the curtain. The curtains were closed and airtight. The flames of the candles were also quite far from the curtain. Even so, they still looked weird and dangerous.

The camera suddenly pulled closer and saw that the base of the candle holder was skeleton-shaped. Wax oil flowed on the white candle, and each drop condensed on the surface of the candle, looking like hideous heads.

"Candle oil candles are rare now." Wu Ling suddenly spoke.

She turned sideways slightly and the camera is aimed at the woman.

The woman sat on the ground, her seating posture was crooked and not in a straight shape. The long skirt on her body was wrinkled, like a nightgown. When she heard Wu Ling's words, she didn't raise her eyelids, waved her hand casually, and signaled to sit down.

Wu Ling and the others also sat on the ground.

The woman drooped her eyelids, "What are you looking for me?"

"There is a Mr. Lai who should have come to find you. Lai Xiaotian, in his twenties. This is his photo." Wu Ling reached out, held the phone in his hand, and a photo was displayed on the screen.

The woman still didn't look up, "Oh, that one. He came here a few days ago. When I got crazy, I drove him away."

"Can you tell me what happened? It starts with his first time coming." Wu Ling said.

The woman raised her eyes at this time, and her eyes fell above the camera, probably looking at Wu Ling's face.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"This is our business card." Wu Ling handed over the business card.

"Qingye...Minqing's Qingye..." The woman took it, glanced at it, threw it aside, and then lay down on her side, with her hands on her head, and one foot on her feet, looking relaxed.

Wu Ling and the others didn't say anything.

I heard the woman say, "Lai Xiaotian came to the door a few months ago and said he wanted to pursue a woman. He wanted to ask me to use black magic to make that woman fall in love with him. I said, I only know the black magic that kills people, and I don't know the black magic that controls people's hearts. He left. The second time he came, he asked me to kill four people. The man probably had a brain problem. He seemed to think that the woman refused him because she wanted to play with her best friend, so that she didn't have time to accompany him. He wanted to kill those people so that she could pursue that woman. I taught him a method and gave him some props."

"What magic did you teach him?" Wu Ling asked.

"Demon." The woman said with a long voice, "Have you heard of it?"

"I thought the evil demons were dead, and they were wiped out together with the demons." Wu Ling's voice revealed a little surprise.

The woman sneered, "No one is dead, and such a disgusting man still exists. How could the evil demon be wiped out? It's just a makeover and a layer of skin."

"I didn't feel the evil spirit, nor did I find any abnormality." Wu Ling said again.

Her attitude towards this woman was peaceful. There was no strange aura on this woman.

"I said it was covered with a layer of skin. The evil demon has become a tool." The woman waved her hand casually, turned over, rolled on the ground, and struggled to reach the long table behind her.

She looked like the kind of paralyzed person, physically disabled, and could only move like this.

After stretching out her hands for a long time, she found a small box. After grabbing it, she lay flat on the ground, took out the things in the box, and threw it to Wu Ling.

Wu Ling picked up the thing.

In the camera, Wu Ling was holding a small heart in his hand, which seemed to have been treated, air-dried, and anti-corrosion. The overall look seemed to be carved from wood. Although it was a little shrunk, it was visible in a tiny bit, and even the small blood vessels could be seen.

"Is this the heart of the crow?" Wu Ling asked.

The woman gave a thumbs up, put the box aside, and lay next to the table.

"Although it is a material for black magic, but such a heart alone cannot summon evil spirits, right?" Wu Ling asked again, letting go of his hand, "You didn't teach him black magic."

Wu Ling used a positive sentence.

The woman sneered again, "Of course not. If anyone wants to use black magic, everyone will be a magician. I just told him to add some auxiliary props to burn it at midnight, and that prop will kill people."

The woman turned her head, raised her eyes slightly, and raised her eyebrows, "I told him to send me money when he succeeds. When he comes the third time, I realized that he has succeeded. If you hadn't done anything and let him backfire, he wouldn't have come to me again."

Wu Ling lowered his head slightly.

The camera then drooped slightly and pointed it at the heart in her hand.

"What the hell is going on?" Liu Miao asked in a low voice.

"Lai Xiaotian's obsession created power. The auxiliary props he used happened to be figures, which were physical objects and concrete images. His strong desire to kill and trust in black magic, and his obsession with those two-dimensional characters made evil demons appear. The evil demon itself is an unstable monster. From ancient times to the present, many evil demons have been transformed by humans and born from human hearts." Wu Ling said lightly, "As for backlash... if this is the case, what we do should not be backlash."

The camera re-pointed the woman.

The woman curled her lips and said mockingly, "You think the evil demon is destroyed. People's obsessions are spiritual, so of course there is no backlash." She sat up from the ground, sat cross-legged with her legs, and straightened her waist, "But if it is really an evil demon, if it is not a normal thing to be killed if it is not a killing person, it is not normal?"
Chapter completed!