My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser

Sweat dripped from Fu Yu Sheng's forehead, he rubbed the talismans in his hand and then swallowed a huge gulp of water from the glass he was holding in his hands. This was why the wise men said that no one should ever underestimate their enemies but he was foolish enough to make this mistake. Though in his heart, he knew that the woman standing outside was not his wife, she was still in the Qili village but something about that voice enchanted him to the point where he wanted to rush out of his room and open the door.

He shouldn't have underestimated Wu Genji and the demonic beast that she was carrying with her. He wanted to stuff his ears with some cotton but instinctively he knew that it wouldn't work, now he sort of missed the time when he was a staunch pragmatist. He rubbed his twitching temples, he should have thought things thoroughly before.

Back then even his family doctor said the same thing as Song Yan Wu Genji wouldn't be able to survive past the age of twelve. But when she returned with a rosy complexion and Wu Jin texted him that his sister got better back then he thought that it was indeed a miracle but now—— if he knew that Wu Genji got better because of something so evil he would have distanced himself from Wu Jin long ago. At least that way his son wouldn't be in danger today!

This girl, the one he thought was simple and sweet like blank paper now turned around to become a whole black lotus!

" Yu Sheng~" The sweet and tempting voice called out to him again and Fu Yu Sheng stood up from the bed, it was only when he reached the door and touched the doorknob did he finally realise what he was doing, as if electrocuted, he retracted his hands and then took several steps back. What in the world was he doing?

He stared at the door of his bedroom and felt his eyes quiver, did he really … yes, he really did walk up to the door and was all set to open the door! And this was just the second call, what will happen when she called him for the third time? Will he open the front door?

Fu Yu Sheng took hurried breaths as he looked around the room and finally his gaze dropped to the glass he was holding in his hand. His eyes flickered and just as the sweet voice echoed again in his ears, he applied strength to the glass that he was holding in his hand and broke it with a loud crunch.

A smell of blood permeated the air but this time Fu Yu Sheng was more than awake, he looked around the room and then sighed in relief. The pain seemed to have broken the haze that was circling around his brain and now he could think much more clearly, with a sigh he slumped back on the bed. Song Yan said that it would call him three times and he listened to the call of that thing three whole times, six if he was to count the number of times he resisted the knocking on the door.

He picked up the phone that was sitting on the cabinet and placed it on his ear, wishing to tell Song Yan that he passed the test but as soon as he placed the phone on his ear, he heard a buzzing sound, the same sound as he heard when the call was suddenly disconnected.

Stunned, he breathed out ——- the air was still turning into mist.  Fu Yu Sheng inhaled sharply and stood up from his seat bringing Fu Chen in his arms with his bleeding hand. His eyes darting around the room vigilantly, what was going on? He was sure that he did nothing like responding to that demonic beast, so why was everything still the same? Why didn't it leave?

Didn't Song Yan say that she will only call him three times? No, there was something else——

He jumped when the window pane of his bedroom suddenly banged loudly. With a jerk of his head, he turned to look at the window and inhaled sharply —— a hand, paler than the moon with inky veins like that of a corpse was illuminated under the light coming from the other building. Fu Yu Sheng retreated, giving himself a mental pat on his back, it was a good thing that he closed the window and didn't leave it open like he usually did at the night.

He stared at the hand that clenched itself in a fist and banged on the window, again and again, it seemed like since that thing couldn't come from the front door, it was trying the back door now.

Without wasting another second, Fu Yu Sheng flicked one of the talismans in his hand at the window pane. The talismans that Song Yan drew for Fu Yu Sheng were of first grade—— Burning fire talisman and Black vortex talisman.  Both of these talismans were of level one, after all, ghosts and demons alike were scared of fire and the demons were exceptionally terrified of black cats that ruled the entrance of the grand hall of hell.

Once these two talismans were thrown at the window pane one by one, the hand retreated and a sharp scream echoed outside. This time the chill vanished and Fu Yu Sheng heard Song Yan's voice coming through the receiver of the phone, he slumped to the ground still hugging the sleeping Fu Chen in his arms and almost started sobbing.

He was not a man who would cry so easily but after going through so much, he was really scared. He wasn't scared of the guns and bullets because he knew they were always notched on his head if death came knocking it would have come for him but this time death came knocking for his son's life and he almost lost half of his lifeline worrying about Fu Chen.

Tonight, he could have lost his son … for the first time in his life Fu Yu Sheng understood what fear was.

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