"Let me go! Let me go!" The person on the mission, strapped to a chair, struggled desperately: "This is kidnapping! It's illegal!"
But nobody at the scene paid any attention to what it said.
A long table used for sacrificial rites was moved into the house and set up, with various sacrificial offerings and talismans arranged on it.
The middle-aged man shook a bell with his left hand and brandished a peach wood sword with his right.
He walked with small, pacing steps, muttering to himself.
The wooden fish made a "clattering" sound, and the whole room was filled with mysterious and profound chanting.
The man continued to hurl insults, cursing Shen Fu and Ning Yanshu.
Suddenly she started begging for mercy again, pleading in Ning Wan's voice.
Shen Fu's eyes narrowed, and he stuffed a towel stained with chicken blood directly into its mouth.
Just imagining that disgusting smell made Ning Wan's stomach churn.
The ceremony lasted for about three hours, and the middle-aged man was panting heavily when it ended.
Shen Fu went up to him and asked, "How is it?"
The man stroked his chin, feigning profundity: "This evil creature is rather difficult to deal with. One day of purification may not be enough. I need to persist for forty-nine days to be able to convert it."
Upon hearing this, Shen Fu's heart tightened, and his expression turned serious: "Then where is my wife? Is she alright? Will these rituals harm her?"
The man looked completely at ease: "Mr. Shen, there's no need to worry. If you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding. I will handle this matter properly."
There was no other way to recover; the only hope lay with middle-aged men.
But the first and second days passed, and nothing changed.
Even after 49 days had passed, things still hadn't taken a turn for the better.
Shen Fu flew into a rage.
He sent the middle-aged man to prison and then went to find a new Taoist sorcerer.
He spent a lot of money to buy the so-called resurrection talisman, burned it to ashes, dissolved it in water, and forced it to drink it every day.
Later, I heard from somewhere that the blood of a relative could summon a soul.
Shen Fu then cut his own palm and put a small bowl of blood into its food.
Upon learning that the soup he drank every day was mixed with Chen Fu's blood, the mission taker couldn't help but vomit it all up.
It nearly collapsed and smashed the bowl on the ground: "You're crazy, you're really crazy!"
Shen Fu, unusually, did not refute.
Because it was right, it had indeed gone mad long ago.
Shen Fu went back to the kitchen, ladled out another bowl of soup, and then grabbed [it] by the neck and forced it to drink it all.
Not a drop was wasted.
This time, the mission takers were finally afraid.
It knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, saying, "Shen Fu, please let me go, please let me go. I didn't want to... It was all arranged by the Bureau, I was just forced to accept the mission."
"I didn't mean to hog Ning Wan's body, I really can't leave... Please spare me."
The torment of the past few months had left Shen Fu utterly exhausted, and she was also terrified of this man.
But Ning Wan didn't return, so how could Shen Fu possibly let it go?
Finally, during a break in the bathroom one day, the tasker locked the bathroom door from the inside. [It] smashed the mirror and used the shards to commit suicide by cutting its wrists.
Fortunately, Shen Fu discovered it in time and took it to the hospital.
He thought he could use this opportunity to fake his death and escape this world, but when the mission taker regained consciousness, he went completely insane upon seeing Shen Fu.
Shen Fu stared intently at [it].
The initial unease and anticipation in his eyes gradually turned to frost.
He approached it, whispering as if to a demon: "You must live, you must live well..."
...
At this moment, the tasker truly felt how terrifying Shen Fu, as the villain in the book, really was...
...
During his hospitalization, Shen Fu took care of him around the clock.
This also leaves the mission takers with no opportunity to seek help from outside.
After returning home, Shen Fu locked it back inside the house.
This time, the room has been renovated.
The walls were completely covered with thick protective foam, and the doors and windows were firmly fixed with wooden boards.
The bathroom mirror was removed, and all the furniture in the house was moved out.
Only a mattress was left, placed in the very center of the bedroom.
Next to the mattress, a steel pipe was erected, connecting to the ceiling.
Chen Fu severed all contact between it and the outside world and chained it to a steel pipe.
Every day, he would summon all sorts of monks and Taoist priests to chant scriptures in her ear day and night.
The tasker was so tormented that he was on the verge of collapse.
The chains of the shackles are of limited length, making escape impossible, and even turning around becomes extremely difficult.
Sometimes they can only stay in a sitting position and sleep all night.
Not to mention eating and going to the toilet.
Shen Fu seemed determined to torment it in this way and force it to leave.
They lived like this for many years.
Looking at Shen Fu's increasingly sunken cheeks and his increasingly emaciated body.
With his temples covered in white hair, he looked even older, which made Ning Wan feel extremely sorry for him.
Having sent yet another swindler to the police station, Shen Fu dragged his weary body to "it" once again.
Looking at the withered woman before him, Chen Fu felt only endless pain and despair.
Mingming's Wanwan loves freedom the most.
Yet I still managed to keep her trapped for so long.
"You still don't want to leave and let my Wanwan come back?" Shen Fu's voice was hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.
The room was quiet for several minutes before a weak voice suddenly responded: "...I told you, Ning Wan is already dead."
It raised its head and smiled with a hint of mockery: "She's dead, she doesn't want you anymore. No one in this world will like you anymore."
“No…” Shen Fu said absentmindedly, “Wanwan won’t abandon me.”
"You're just a pathetic, pitiful bug, who would like you?" Its voice, which had started weakly, turned into a roar: "Someone like you deserves to be unloved your whole life!"
"You pervert! Let me out right now!" It struggled desperately, trying to break free of its chains: "You worthless bastard! Once I'm out, I'll tear you to pieces!"
"You're a lunatic, a complete psychopath! Ning Wan is such a pitiful girl, to be liked by a lunatic like you... no, maybe she'd be eager to leave already."
"She was raped by you and had no choice but to come to you. To have a child with a bastard like you makes Ning Wan want to vomit..."
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