In an instant, the room was filled with blood. The man subconsciously closed his eyes. He could not see anything, but the touch was particularly clear.

The chill that had been surrounding him since the curse began had quietly weakened a lot. In contrast, he even felt a hint of warmth.

The blood faded away, and the man opened his eyes. What he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar bedroom, empty and without a single ghost.

It turns out that his bedroom is so big.

After being stunned for two seconds, the man looked at Wen Qi with slightly gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to see through this skin and see through the soul inside.

Wen Qi let him stare at her indifferently, "Are you feeling calmer now? Can you take off your clothes now? I really want to see the complete curse pattern."

The man in front of him was so bold that he was not afraid of him at all.

This realization relieved the man's suppressed anger. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Wait."

Wen Qi watched the man control the wheelchair into the bathroom and said very considerately: "Take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

The man closed the door with a bang.

Wen Qi curled his lips, irritability is a disease and needs to be treated.

All facilities in the bathroom are arranged to facilitate the disabled, including the height of the washbasin and mirror, the handrails and seats in the toilet and shower, the lockers moved underneath, and the aisle specially widened to allow wheelchairs to turn freely.

Each one is very thoughtful, and each one is a reminder of him.

He is a useless person.

The man looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes filled with hostility. When his gaze fell on the somewhat listless face above his head, he sneered.

This was the first time he had seen it so weak since he had gotten this thing.

The person outside had better have real skills, otherwise...

The man raised his hand with a gloomy face and unbuttoned his collar.

Wen Qi waited outside for a long time. She said she was not in a hurry, but she was already impatient in her heart.

It was a new spell she had never seen before! And it looked very powerful! She was dying of curiosity! After a while, the bathroom door opened.

The man maneuvered the wheelchair back to its original position and faced Wen Qi openly.

Wen Qi exclaimed in his heart. The man had a well-proportioned body, long legs, and although his muscles had degenerated a little, the lines looked very smooth. He also had strong arms and abdominal muscles.

The curse patterns were wrapped around from head to toe, densely packed together, but because some of the evil spirit was suppressed, it was not that scary, and instead revealed an eerie beauty.

Wen Qi frowned slightly, "Can you raise your head? I can't see your face."

The man tightly gripped the armrest of the wheelchair, slowly raised his head, his face as gloomy as water.

Wen Qi was startled. Why was he angry again? Was the evil spirit coming up again? This shouldn't be the case. The effectiveness of her ghost-exorcising talisman shouldn't be so low. Just as she was about to ask, she caught a glimpse of the tip of the man's ear sticking out from his slightly longer hair. It was so red that it looked like blood was about to drip out.

Wen Qi suddenly realized that it was just shyness, so it was okay.

She continued to observe at ease, took two steps forward, and suddenly asked, "You also have a curse pattern on your back, right?"

The man's eyes looked murderous.

Wen Qi spread his hands, "You don't want to give up halfway, do you? The sooner you finish, the sooner you can get dressed."

The man quickly maneuvered the wheelchair to the bedside, supported himself with his arms, twisted his waist and abdomen to get on the bed, and lay face down without moving.

It is more obvious when viewed from behind. The man's ears and the skin behind them are all red.

Wen Qi was calm as he swept his eyes over it and landed on the spell pattern. He memorized the direction of the spell pattern while looking at it.

A few minutes later.

Wen Qi: "Can you turn it over?"

…

Wen Qi was driven out by the angry man, and happened to run into the old man of the Feng family who was standing outside the door anxiously.

The two looked at each other, both feeling a little embarrassed.

Old Master Feng was stunned. How could his eldest grandson, who was a smiling tiger before something happened but turned into a devil after it happened, be shy?

Of course he didn't believe it, but it was inconvenient for him to ask about matters between husband and wife, so he could only cough and say, "In that case, you should sleep in the next room tonight."

Grandpa Feng was afraid that his new granddaughter-in-law would be scared, so he prepared another bedroom. Of course, he hoped that his preparation was in vain, but he didn't expect that it would still be used.

Wen Qi thanked him with a smile, then turned and went to the next room. She had already memorized all the spell patterns, and asking someone to turn them over was just to help deepen her memory.

As she reached the door, she heard someone calling her from behind.

"Xiao Qi."

Wen Qi paused, then looked back and asked, "Grandpa?"

Mr. Feng asked hesitantly, "You shouldn't be afraid of Feng Ce, right?"

Wen Qi laughed, "What is there for him to be afraid of? He's shy even when taking off his clothes. He's just a paper tiger."

Old Master Feng laughed happily, "Right, right, right! I said Feng Ce is not that scary. It's just the people outside who spread rumors and ruined my grandson's reputation!"

Wen Qi smiled and echoed twice.

Mr. Feng added, "You are different from what is spread outside. No one outside can be sure of what they say!"

Wen Qi immediately said seriously, "That's right. Grandpa, don't trust others easily in the future. They all hope that we will have a bad life."

Mr. Feng agreed very much and assured, "I don't believe them. I only believe my own eyes."

Wen Qi immediately gave a thumbs up, "Grandpa is wise!"

Mr. Feng was even happier and went back with a face full of wrinkles like flowers.

Wen Qi looked at his back with a bit of nostalgia in her eyes. There once was an old man who liked to call her in a drawling tone.

"Xiao Qi."

…

Because of the voice of "Xiao Qi", Wen Qi suffered from insomnia. He tossed and turned until midnight and couldn't fall asleep, which made him very angry.

Wen Qi got out of bed and planned to go downstairs to get a glass of ice water.

As soon as he walked into the living room downstairs, Wen Qi discovered that the kitchen light was on and there were rustling sounds coming from inside.

She narrowed her eyes, slowed down her pace, and walked towards the kitchen.

The Feng family's kitchen was large, divided into two rooms, Chinese and Western. The sound came from the Chinese kitchen. The sliding door was half open, and the sound got louder the closer I got, as if someone was rummaging through something.

Wen Qi approached quietly and looked through the crack in the door. He saw a tall man in home clothes bending slightly and rummaging through something in the refrigerator.

Who is this person?

Wen Qi frowned and recalled. There seemed to be no relevant image in Wen Qi's memory. It was a stranger. But he appeared in Feng's house in the middle of the night and was so unscrupulous. He should be a member of Feng's family, right?

Just as he was thinking, the man suddenly stood up straight, closed the refrigerator door, turned around and saw Wen Qi at the door. He was so frightened that his whole body shuddered and the box in his hand flew out.

Wen Qi quickly caught the box and took a look. It was a box of frozen dumplings, but not the kind sold outside. They should have been packed and frozen by the chef at home as a midnight snack. There was a price tag on the box. It was filled with pork and green onions.

"What are you doing hiding here in the middle of the night!" the man snatched the dumplings angrily.

Wen Qi: "I went downstairs to drink water because I thought there was a mouse." She looked him up and down, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

The man was so angry that he almost jumped up and down. "This is my home! My home! Don't think that if you marry my eldest brother, you can really become the mistress of the Feng family! You! Are! Not! Deserving! Of It!"

It turned out to be another grandson of Grandpa, whose name seemed to be Feng Xiao? Then I'll do it for Grandpa's sake.

Wen Qi thought he was farting, looked at the pink ball of air that was about to form above his head, and said, "You must go home before ten o'clock in the future, and stay away from women for the next few months."

Feng Xiao was furious. This woman had just married him and she dared to set rules for him. What would happen in the future?! He must kick her out! (End of this chapter)