Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 168s

...Only I can attract. In fact, every man falls in this long charm of his tongue, seducing and asking for anything....

..._Nana_'s chat...

...In the end, it is only in vain to connect the tongue of an unfaithful man....

..._Eouny Jeje_'s chat...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Puspa stared at the bruises on his face. The former slap of that time was still traces of purple blue that had not faded away.

"Ah, ghost slap! Shit!" Puspa clenched his hand. He stared at the watch on his right arm. At 10 p.m.

"Jack didn't come either! Goddamnit! Sure, because my face is ugly! Getting a more beautiful woman, she ignored me instead!"

Puspa sighed. A pair of pupils rolled upwards. As if, he was calculating how the losses belonged to him. Men full of his wealth have been ripped off.

"Dandy had been lured to the pale woman. Now, Jack is haunted by that haunted woman."

Puspa. His palms were touching his cheeks which still looked very alarming. He recalled later, at Jack's remark last time.

I want to try to get that ghost out of Lea's body.

"Silly!" furious Puspa.

"Host girl. You want to get close to him."

Puspa rubbed me with his thoughts.

Only I can attract. In fact, every man falls in this long charm of his tongue, seducing and asking for anything.

Puspa continued to take the powder. Disguise the bruises on his face, perfectly. Then, she put a red lipstick on her lips.

Quite disguised. Puspa got up from his dresser chair. He was driving in his car, to a hotel. In just a 30-minute journey, he had reached his destination.

Blue Sky Hotel.

Puspa walked along the hallway. Spelling the room number that matches the message in his social media contacts.

Room 1112.

Puspa stopped right at the door of the room. He pressed the call on Madam Marlena's contact.

Connected calls.

"I'm in front of your hotel room, madam."

The call was interrupted later.

Cret! Automatic sliding door.

Puspa raised his leg, stepping over the line of the hotel room door. A middle-aged woman seemed to be waiting for him. The woman was faced with a frankincense furnace, which had been burned out a very nose-piercing fragrance.

"Ohuk!"

Puspa coughed for a moment.  Then, he fanned that scent. Lifting the mask of his mouth. Then, he stepped closer to the middle-aged woman.

"Madam Marlen."

Madam Marlena raised her pair of large pupils, and smiled in contrast as if guessing what had happened to Puspa.

"You're in a ghost slap." Madam Marlena gives wet tisue.

The incense smoke billows and is lost in the air. Smells disguised. Puspa lowered his mask.

"Just right!" sahut Puspa, while removing the makeup on his left cheek with a wet tissue.

"Ck ... Ck... Ck...," muttered Madam Marlena. He narrowed his eyes for a moment. Then, take the betel nut from the drawer. He chews betel nut, and the pulp he spit on betel leaves later.

Madam Marlena took one glass of water, reciting the incantation for a while. Then, spit back into the glass. The remains of the dregs of the fallen lint jagged along with his saliva.

"Paste and wipe the spare parts. Then, half a glass of this water, for you to wipe your face, and the other half you drink! Tomorrow it will recover!"

Disgusted at hearing the order.

Puspa gulped. Initially disgusted. However, that disgust he immediately chewed. His smooth hand stalling to take the pulp of betel nut with betel leaves. He put the betel leaf right on the bruise of his face.

"Gurgh!" puspa shouted unbearably as he put the spare parts of the betel nut on his face. Black smoke billowed, and the color of betel leaves floated.

The extraordinary thing. Puspa will drop the betel leaf. However, Marlena's madam hand suddenly held it, so that betel leaves remain attached to Puspa's face.

"hold. In a minute." Madam Marlena's hand pressed down strongly.

Puspa had to bite his own lips. It was as if a cigarette had hollowed out his face. Heat and heat are immeasurable. Then, it was as if something laughable came out from every pore of his skin, and it felt alive within the pore of his face.

Madam Marlena dropped betel leaves along with dregs onto the floor. Then, thrust a mirror at Puspa.

"Nana, look at your face. But don't be afraid."

Puspa raised the mirror. He broke up later. Every maggot appeared to come out from the pores of his widened face.

"Dolates?"

"Yes! You were slapped by a terrible spirit."

Madam Marlena is piercing.

Seeing each small caterpillar in white and yellow is very small. Making, Puspa felt very disgusted preparing to vomit.

"Don't be afraid, Nana! The maggots have to get out. So that your face will be beautiful again."

Puspa seemed to swallow the dregs of vomit back into the bottom of the mouth.

"Madam, will these maggots disappear?"

Madam Marlena is standing. He took one pingset out of the drawer box. He's circling the table, approaching Puspa. Then, with the pingsets he began to pluck one maggots from Puspa's left cheek.

"Fuck!" ringis Puspa withstood the pain, as each pingset flick drew every maggot on Puspa's left cheek.

"Payment's expensive. Because, the maggots are so many," muttered Madam Marlena while putting every maggot on the dish ashtray on the table.

Puspa several times had to swallow the vomit back into his mouth. In order to spit successfully into the bottom of his stomach. The maggots appeared to be moving inside the ashtray.

An hour later.

"It's bad. More disgusting than pulling a blackhead," complained Madam Marlena put the pingset and returned to her chair. He took out a fan with a peacock pattern.

Puspa sighed, as well as disgusted.

"Wipe your face with a glass of water. Then, the remaining half, for a drink."

Puspa grabbed the glass. His forehead is sharp.  The water wasn't as clear as he thought. There are small flakes of white and red dregs from the host's dregs dissolving together floating on the glass.

"It has to be faster!" madam Marlena's orders.

Puspa poured water in his hand. Then, wipe his face. Then, he immediately dipped half the glass water.

Disgustedly. Disgust must be removed.

Would vomit. Puspa immediately held her back, and forced himself to abandon her.

"Now, you take a shower first. Bathroom seven-piece. So damn that woman didn't follow you."

Puspa nodded his head. To him, Madam Marlena is the most powerful shaman. The middle-aged female lord was Grandma Arum. A demon who is deeply feared, and respected from the underworld.

Puspa stepped his foot into the bathroom. In the bathtub there is water that meets the tub, with a sprinkling of flowers seven shapes seven colors. The fragrance faintly entered into Puspa's nose.

Puspa took off one piece of his clothes after another. Only leaves the innocence of his body. He drowned his whole body. All that is visible is his head.

Play with flower petals with splashes of water, which refresh him. But that didn't last long. Suddenly there was pain and heat touching and piercing his skin. Make the raga Puspa quiver with fear. Black smoke came out from his body. Then, the water in the tub feels hot, and the temperature gets hotter, like boiling himself.

"Madam, it's so hot! Do you want to boil myself?" shout Puspa.

Cret! Madam Marlena stood in the doorway. He fanned himself for a moment, saying, "Hold, I'm expelling a black energy rooted in your body."

"Madam, it's so hot."

"Hold, Nana."

"My skin will blister. I don't want to be ugly!"

"Hold, Nana. You won't be ugly. It's only temporary."

Puspa continued to squirm in the bathtub. He bit the tip of his lips, so as not to let out a groaning sound.

Meanwhile, Madam Marlena approached and picked up a chicken egg hiding in the shaman woman's trouser bag.

The middle-aged woman read the incantation for a moment. Then, put the chicken eggs on the head of the Puspa. Continue reading the spell.

Finish reading the spell. Madam Marlena throws eggs on the floor. At a glance, the temperature is hot in the tub water, starting to shrink cold.

"Let's see, Nana."

Puspa raised his gaze. He stared at the broken eggs. Seen liquid eggs with a foul smell that mingles with maggots that are larger in size.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

The reader now part-parts back with a scene that invites vomiting. Prepare mental reading next. The love stories will shift into horror scenes. Stop reading, please.