CHAPTER 600: CHAPTER 111

Last night, Tan Wenbin witnessed Hu Yiwei being possessed.

He had experienced possession by an evil spirit himself and knew how excruciating the process was.

As for enjoyment... that was a mere delusion.

Your self-awareness is entirely replaced; you are clueless about what’s happening, no luck in joy, only suffering.

In the morning, looking at Hu Yiwei, he seemed just like a discarded contraceptive tool after use.

So all day, Tan Wenbin was pondering what should he do?

He must quickly think of a strategy, as Hu Yiwei was evidently deteriorating, or else tonight the ghost couple might turn to use him.

Luckily, although he hadn’t really "eaten pork", he had seen pigs run.

Recently, he was fully involved in Lin Shuyou’s matter and consequently devised a strategy inspired by others.

Just wait until bedtime, when someone would come to meddle with him, he would fight back with all he’s got.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t have to wait for the night; they tore their masks off earlier.

Since it had come to this, there was no need to hide anymore, time to fight!

When the ghost husband tried to enter his body, he astral projected.

If Yuanzi’s astral projection was as easy as snapping his fingers at will, then his astral projection was becoming more of a knee-jerk reaction.

And the most direct effect of astral projection was: he could now directly confront the invisible and untouchable evil spirit.

The ghost husband emerged from the coffin, clinging to his back, arms to his arms, legs to his legs, his face right against the back of his head, and feet burrowing into his own, attempting to completely immobilize him and control him like a puppet.

This kind of full-body contact felt like being thrown into icy water in the peak of summer, with full-body spasms and stiffness unavoidable.

But when Zeng Yinyin led Hu Yiwei upstairs, Tan Wenbin began to struggle with the ghost husband for the control of his body.

The ghost husband was very strong, and although Tan Wenbin was not as strong, he was still struggling fiercely.

After gaining partial control of his body, Tan Wenbin pulled out a Sealing Talisman from his pocket and slapped it on his forehead with a "snap".

Instantly, a deeper coldness spread over his body, as if the evil spirit was fused with his flesh, but the consciousness of the ghost husband was also suppressed.

Hey, it actually worked!

Different strokes for different folks.

Lin Shuyou, as a Divination Child, could lock down the White Crane Child in this way to prevent him from leaving; Tan Wenbin, in the same way, took the ghost husband onto himself.

It was uncomfortable, for sure, but at least it was equivalent to suppressing a significant threat.

Zeng Yinyin screamed: "Where is my man!"

Tan Wenbin abruptly stood up from the dining chair, intending to punch or slap the woman who tried to overpower him, but he couldn’t control his body well and fell forward, his head striking Zeng Yinyin’s.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound, Zeng Yinyin was knocked to the ground, clutching her chest in agony.

Tan Wenbin staggered back to his feet; he felt like an ordinary person who had suddenly doubled in weight, combined with the chill all over, he felt as disoriented as if drunk.

After getting up, his body swayed back and forth or side to side, unable to stabilize.

Fortunately, Zeng Yinyin was just an ordinary person, and after being stunned by the headbutt, she couldn’t immediately get up, giving Tan Wenbin some time to adjust.

However, just as he was adjusting, a corpse also arrived on the second floor.

The appearance of the mummified corpse brought a chilly breeze, its body barely had any flesh left, yet carried a strong putrid smell.

This mummy was Zeng Miaomiao.

She crouched down, compressing her skeleton, then "snap!", she jumped into the air and landed behind Tan Wenbin.

Her bony hands, sharp as knives, slashed at the back of Tan Wenbin’s neck.

"Hisss!"

Tan Wenbin felt a burning pain in the back of his neck, his skin was split open but did not cut deep, and instead of blood, only white vapor seeped from the dead skin.

For a regular person, such a strike would spill out their innards like gutting a fish.

Tan Wenbin turned around and threw a punch at Zeng Miaomiao, who dodged and jumped onto the dining table. Tan Wenbin threw another punch, but Zeng Miaomiao avoided it again.

"Bang!"

The dining table was smashed to pieces by Tan Wenbin’s punch.

Tan Wenbin paused, surprised at his own strength.

Zeng Miaomiao gathered momentum and jumped again.

She seemed wary of Tan Wenbin’s current strength and chose to attack from behind again.

But Tan Wenbin, having witnessed "pigs running away" more often, although not specialized in anything, could mimic a pig’s grunt.

After being caught off guard once, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, his waist tense, lifting one leg in a motion similar to a fancy shuttlecock kicking move, which also served as a move against agile corpses.

Most corpses generally have low intelligence, even lower than wild animals; those known for agility often opt for back attacks when confronted directly.

Wei Zhengdao had thoroughly studied them in his book.

Zeng Miaomiao, attempting to land behind him, collided directly with the foot Tan Wenbin had kicked up.

Her small skeletal frame, barely covered with skin, was not resilient at all; she was kicked away, smashed against the beam, and quickly fell down.