Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 108: You can’t ignore me!

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The two were attached to each other’s mouths, and Bei Quan tasted the blood in Wei Fuyuan’s mouth that did not belong to him.

Wei Fuyuan soon calmed down.

Or, to be more precise, the other living soul inside him was no longer acting demonic.

After Bei Quan’s blood entered his body, the invisible Yin Qi became like a concrete prison, immobilising Xu Lei’s “spirits of words”.

In fact, no matter whether it was a living soul or a dead soul when faced with Bei Quan’s evil qi, it would feel like a monkey in the Laojun‘s furnace, with no way to heaven and no way to earth, with heavy pressure coming from all directions, like being in purgatory, roasted by invisible flames.

“Bei ……”

Wei Fuyuan opened his mouth with difficulty, and forced out a word.

The person who called Bei Quan’s name was naturally Wei Fuyuan.

“Shh.”

Bei Quan pressed a finger against Wei Fuyuan’s lips, “don’t move, don’t talk.”

Wei Fuyuan stared at Bei Quan’s Scarlet lips stained with blood and nodded.

Bei Quan smiled and sat on Wei Fuyuan’s stomach, holding the Qingguang Vientiane Brush in his hand, and drew a spell that was much more complicated than before.

After the rune was drawn, Bei Quan stretched out his hand and patted Wei Fuyuan’s forehead, “This is to fix your own soul.”

With that, he turned Wei Fuyuan over with difficulty and turned his back to the sky.

“Well …… umm well ……”

Wei Fuyuan squeezed out a broken syllable.

He couldn’t see Bei Quan’s movements from his current position, so he wanted to ask what the guy was trying to do, but unfortunately, his tongue seemed to be stuck to the roof of his mouth, and the syllables squeezed out were vaguer than the babbling of a baby.

From the angle he couldn’t see, Bei Quan clasped his hands together and was chanting an incantation.

After reciting a set of incantations, he raised his hand and slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back of his head.

The familiar feeling of pain and dizziness hit Wei Fuyuan, who felt as if his soul had been pushed hard by a huge force.

But when he thought he would “fly” out like before, an invisible force pulled him back in.

Wei Fuyuan felt disoriented, like a pitiful guy who had been in a car accident. He felt as if he had been propelled out by inertia and then strangled back by the seat belt, which was causing pain all over his body, and he couldn’t help but let out a low grunt, “Ugh…”

Wei Fuyuan realized that he could speak again.

Not only that, the awkward feeling of being squeezed into ill-fitting clothes suddenly disappeared— the other soul inside him had left.

“Well …… Bei Quan ……”

He lifted his head with difficulty and called out, “what the hell is going on?”

Bei Quan did not say anything, he just jumped up from Wei Fuyuan and turned his head to look at the greyish shadow that he had “slapped” out— “Xu Lei’s” living soul.

While Bei Quan was busy, Jiang Nan’an, on the other side, was fighting with the Hui Gui.

He practiced the external kung fu of Shaolin Temple.

Originally, whether it was fists and kicks, or swords and spears, they will not produce any substantial damage to the Hui Gui

But the nunchucks that Jiang Nan’an was using now were not ordinary sticks.

It was made of ebony black metal, and after more than a hundred processes with utmost care, the end product was truly water and fire resistant and was as hard as iron.

In addition, the two sticks were carefully carved with circles of exorcism runes, its effect against demons and ghosts, mountain spirits, and monsters were comparable to the Mahayana magic weapon Vajra Sceptre.

In addition, Jiang Nan’an had a strong body cultivation to protect his body. Although he couldn’t kill a ghost, he was not at a disadvantage.

The Hui Gui’s cultivation itself was not strong, and it had just? fought with Wei Fuyuan first, so it was already weakened by the power of merit and virtue.

Now it was being beaten violently by Jiang Nan’an without distinguishing red-green or black-white, so it had to suffer defeat after defeat and was driven around. Just looking at the Yin Qi dancing wildly behind the black shadow was the indication of the end of a strong crossbow. It was very embarrassing.

However, the Hui Gui has been? possessing Xu Lei and follows her soul, and cannot easily leave alone.

After “Xu Lei’s” soul was forced out by Bei Quan, the Hui Gui immediately seemed to have found a saviour. It evaded Jiang Nan’an’s stick, circled a big “C” and pounced on the girl’s soul.

“They are going to escape!”

Bei Quan understood the Hui Gui’s plan, “Separate them!”

“Okay!”

Jiang Nan’an was in the throes of battle, so naturally, he wouldn’t give his opponent a chance to slip away.

He rushed up with a single stride, blocking the way of the Hui Gui, while shouting loudly. The nunchucks danced like a whirlwind, directly hitting the dark shadow lingering with Yin Qi.

And Bei Quan was also drawing the talisman.

Wei Fuyuan raised his head and saw Bei Quan standing with his back to him, wielding his Qingguang Vientiane Brush like a flying sword and soon a bright red rune gradually formed.

Wei Fuyuan didn’t know anything about the spell. Naturally, he couldn’t understand it, but he was very familiar with the strokes, lines, and structure. It was the one Bei Quan used to draw when dealing with the ghost with him.

“Xiao Jiang, get out of the way!”

The talisman was completed, and Bei Quan shouted, slapping the incantation talisman out when Jiang Nan’an heard Bei Quan’s shout and ducked his head lower.

The incantation talisman flew towards the Hui Gui, and immediately turned into thousands of slender threads, entangling the black shadow firmly.

After that, the Lost God Banner flew out and wrapped the Hui Gui together with the talisman inside.

The Lost God Banner rolled tighter and tighter, swallowing the Hui Gui like an abyss.

“Bei Quan!”

At this moment, behind Bei Quan came Wei Fuyuan’s shout.

“Xu Lei! Xu Lei, she’s gone!”

Bei Quan turned his head to look at Wei Fuyuan.

“It doesn’t matter.”

He shook his head.

“Let her go back.”

“But Xu Lei she ……”

Wei Fuyuan hesitated on how he should phrase his guess, “I think, Xu Lei– she should be related to those anchor suicide cases ……”

Wei Fuyuan made a gesture of ‘falling’.

“I don’t think they committed suicide, but they died when they were possessed by Xu Lei like me.”

“Well, I know.”

Bei Quan nodded.

“But our target is just the Hui Gui.”

Wei Fuyuan was still having trouble letting go.

“But, she killed so many people ……”

Bei Quan walked over to Wei Fuyuan and stretched out his hand.

Wei Fuyuan raised his hand in a daze to hold Bei Quan’s, and let the other party pull him up.

“Xiao Wei.”

Bei Quan reached out and stroked his messy hair, his attitude gentle and intimate like they had never been apart.

“We’re not the police, and we won’t do those things like punishing the evil and promoting the? good, and act chivalrous…”

He said and paused:

“And, do you think, in this incident, how much responsibility should Xu Lei really take?”

Wei Fuyuan’s thoughts were stopped by Bei Quan.

Indeed, Xu Lei killed her twin sister, her best friend, and the three innocent anchors later, as well as the anchor’s girlfriend.

Five lives have already died in her hands.

But in a sense, Xu Lei is again very innocent.

She herself is also a victim.

Xu Lei was born with the power of the “spirit of words”, and no one had taught her how to control her power.

When she had her first dream, she told Xu Bei about it out of fear and helplessness, which made the “spirit of the words” come true and killed her sister.

After that, Xu Lei has been living in fear of her own power.

Perhaps she vaguely felt that her father’s car accident and her sister’s tragic death were related to her, but people have the selfish instinct to avoid harm, so Xu Lei tried her best to prove that other people’s deaths had nothing to do with her, but instead subconsciously catalyzed her own ability.

Bei Quan and the others did not know when the Hui Gui had possessed Xu Lei.

But, it was clear that Xu Lei’s negative emotions of guilt, remorse, worry, fear, and panic due to the “spirit of words” were delicious nourishment for the Hui Gui.

From the investigation, it is easy to see that Xu Lei’s “precognitive dreams” have become more frequent recently.

Bei Quan guessed that this was probably the work of the Hui Gui in order to get more negative emotions.

——She is pitiful, but not innocent.

Bei Quan couldn’t define Xu Lei’s responsibility in this case, and Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an certainly couldn’t say anything either.

“It’s okay, I’ll contact the ‘Special Seven Field Service’.”

Bei Quan patted Wei Fuyuan’s shoulder distressedly when he saw Wei Fuyuan’s worried expression, “It’s more appropriate for them to handle it.”

Even if the Hui Gui had been collected, Xu Lei’s “Spirit of Words” itself is a big killer, and it could not be left alone.

But what to do next? Bei Quan couldn’t decide on his own and could only wait for the “Special Seven Field Service” to report a letter later, and then let the “special person” who was specifically responsible for dealing with these civil people’s affairs to solve this problem.

A day that was too long for everyone should have ended here.

But Wei Fuyuan had only just seen Bei Quan again after a long time, so of course, he couldn’t let him get away!

When Bei Quan tapped him on the shoulder, Wei Fuyuan stepped forward and directly pulled the person into his arms.

“Don’t go!”

Wei Fuyuan saw Bei Quan raise his hand, afraid that the other party was going to knock him out again, he hurriedly made a small grappling technique, his arms circled, holding both of Bei Quan’s arms behind his back.

“I, I still have a lot of questions I want to ask you!”

At the critical moment, Wei Fuyuan’s brain spun so fast that it became unusually intelligent.

“I was kind of innocently involved this time, and you have to give me an explanation!”

He raised his chin again, revealing a bruise on his jaw and continued,

“Also, I’m injured in many places on my body right now, so you have to help me take care of it, right?”

Bei Quan didn’t say anything and only moved his arm.

Wei Fuyuan thought he wanted to break away, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter, a messy head buried next to Bei Quan’s cheek, like a pitiful big dog seeking comfort.

“Just now I almost fell down and died!”

“Really, I almost died! I thought I’d never see you again!”

“You can not leave me alone!”

Jiang Nan’an on the sidelines: “……”

He felt so wronged.

He was only a newcomer. Why did they have to force him to know these things?

“Ahem.”

Jiang Nan’an touched his nose and coughed awkwardly, “This is not the place to talk ……”

He took a look at Wei Fuyuan’s dirty pajamas and decisively made a? very reliable suggestion.

“Why don’t we go back to ‘Sāntúchuān’ first.”