"Is there a ghost?"
In an instant, Tan Wenbin felt a chill shooting up from his coccyx to the crown of his head, and he subconsciously stood up from the chair.
Then, without any hesitation, he half-turned on the spot and slammed the professional book he was holding onto Lin Shuyou's face with a "smack".
Pupils vertical, sighting evil spirits.
Tan Wenbin of course knew of Lin Shuyou's trait; this guy's eyes were like a radar.
But the problem is, you should also look at your current state... Even if you can't see yourself, you should at least see what I, who am keeping you company in bed, am like!
But Lin Shuyou was not conscious now, being treated and on an IV, he seemed to be in a special state of coma.
His body began to convulse, as if trying to get up, but his weak and injured body couldn't lift itself.
His lips trembled, as if he was talking in his sleep:
"Evil spirit... evil spirit... exorcise evil spirits..."
"Alright, alright, go on, expel them."
