Thriller Night Talk

The couple ran desperately all the way, not knowing how many floors they ran. When they suddenly came back to their senses, they found that the seemingly endless stairs had come to an end, and a small iron door appeared in front of them. in front of them.

The two had no time to think about it, they pushed each other and ran towards the only exit.

When the couple came back to their senses, they realized that they were standing on the roof of the lovehotel.

Logically speaking, in order to ensure the safety of guests, the hotel should lock the balcony door.

But just like the couple yelling and yelling failed to alarm anyone, and they obviously lived on the third floor but couldn't go down the stairs. Now they are indeed on the open and empty balcony, terrified and helpless. help, at a loss.

"No, there is no way!"

The woman's emotions have almost collapsed.

"What should we do? What should we do now?!"

Men naturally don't know what to do.

He didn't understand at all, he just watched the accident of jumping from a building, and then he owed a few words, how did he end up in such a mess?

At this time, the dead Mr. A had already come up the stairs, crawled into the door with twisted limbs like a big spider, and approached the two of them step by step.

In fear and despair, the man broke out with desperate courage.

He ran towards the twisted ghost, kicking its bloody head.

However, Mr. A's ghostly figure suddenly rose in this second, and under the horrified gaze of the man, he turned into a executioner who was more than two meters tall, wearing a linen robe and a sack on his head.

When Mr. A, or Luo Yuanming was still alive, he never felt that posting Ye Jia's death on the Internet was an act of eating human blood.

Even if he was scolded bloody by strange netizens after the video was posted, and had to delete the video under pressure, he didn't think he did anything wrong at all.

—It's not my fault that the house is on fire!

——Whether I shoot that woman or not, she will die anyway!

——There are many videos on the Internet that are much more disgusting than this one, why is it so rare?

Mr. A thought so at the beginning.

But today, when Luo Yuanming was pushed to the roof by the executioner and wept so much, he finally felt the strong resentment from the bottom of his heart.

He hated the onlookers below.

So many people were watching him, but no one came to his rescue.

These people, like watching a monkey show, waited for him to die with great interest.

So when he fell from a high altitude and hit the concrete floor, his head split like a watermelon, Luo Yuanming felt extremely unwilling and resentful.

He wants revenge.

For those who watched him die, he also wanted them to experience a tragic death.

And the angry ghost who was looking for a new host immediately responded to his obsession.

So now, Mr. A is the new executioner.

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The execution force is infinite.

It was like grabbing two little chicks, one in each hand, grabbed the collar of the young man and woman, and slid them all the way to the edge of the roof.

The roof is only surrounded by a railing that reaches the height of a person's waist. Below is the street in the middle of the night. If you fall down, you will be killed.

At first, the couple struggled desperately and wailed loudly, but they were exhausted soon, and they didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

Just when they thought they were about to fall, they suddenly heard a chuckle.

"Wait a minute."

An unfamiliar male voice said softly and lowly:

"Put people down."

The executioner stopped.

It turned slowly, stiffly, like a gigantic clockwork puppet broken.

Bei Quan, dressed in black, was standing ten meters away from the executioner, with Wei Fuyuan behind him.

"The place was well chosen."

Beiquan looked around, as if he was very satisfied with the empty and deserted rooftop.

"If we do it here, we don't need to trouble Zhu Ling to take care of the aftermath for us."

The executioner's face was blocked by the sack, and no one could see its expression clearly.

It threw away the young men and women in their hands like throwing two garbage bags.

The two of them, who had already collapsed from fright, didn't know how to escape, they just hugged their heads and shrank in place, like two shivering quails.

In the next instant, clouds of black mist rose around the ghost's body.

Poor Wei Fuyuan was a staunch atheist three days ago, and now he is going to confront a ghost face to face.

It was definitely not a psychological effect. At the moment when the black air rose, Young Master Wei felt that the temperature around him had dropped by two or three degrees.

The figure of the executioner was already very tall, and the thick black mist suddenly magnified the sense of visual oppression, as if just standing there could make people feel intimidated.

The couple cats were at the feet of the executioner, and they were teased by the black air, and they fell to the ground without even snoring, and did not move anymore.

"Fuck!"

Big drops of cold sweat oozed from Wei Fuyuan's forehead, and he tried hard to control his instinct to escape from danger:

"What should we do now?"

Beiquan smiled.

"It's simple."

He replied:

"I am in charge of sealing the angry ghost, and you are in charge of protecting me."

Wei Fuyuan: "What!?"

He turned his head suddenly, with a look of horror:

"I'm just an ordinary person, I don't know any spells, why..."

Just as Young Master Wei was about to say "how to protect you", from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the angry ghost, wrapped in black energy all over his body, coming straight towards the two of them.

One step faster than the angry ghost is Beiquan.

Without hesitation, he took a few steps back, opening the distance between him and the ghost.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

He has practiced karate and Maga for many years, and has developed a conditioned reflex, subconsciously posing for the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Beiquan would be so unkind, leaving him as a layman who knew nothing, and ran away first!

Although it was only a second away, it was already too late for Wei Fuyuan to escape.

The rage ghost rushed in front of his eyes, stretched out his right hand with a large palm leaf fan, and pinched towards his neck in a condescending manner.

How could Wei Fuyuan make him succeed!

He dodged sideways, crossed his elbow to protect his vitals, flipped his other arm, and clasped the ghost's right hand.

Wei Fuyuan didn't expect that he actually touched the ghost.

A bone-chilling chill penetrated from his palm.

Master Wei felt as if his whole body was soaked in ice water. The black air around the ghost was like the tentacles of some kind of highly poisonous jellyfish, sending the severe chill that could freeze the bones into his limbs and bones. .

But at the same time, Wei Fuyuan saw a faint golden light emerge from his palm.

This light is like an invisible barrier, slightly blocking the invasion of black air.

"Drink!"

Wei Fuyuan yelled, and pressed his arm down hard, grabbing the evil ghost's elbow joint, and at the same time, he flew sideways and kicked his opponent's waist.

He kicked the angry ghost solidly.

Ordinary people would have a rib broken every minute after being hit by this blow, but the tall Hate Ghost only swayed slightly.

"Fuck!"

Wei Fuyuan's little heart suddenly went cold.

"It's impossible to fight at all!"

He turned around abruptly, and saw that Beiquan had retreated ten meters away, holding a brush in one hand, writing and drawing in the void, not knowing what he was busy with.

——Does this cast a spell with a reading bar?! ?

"hold onto!"

As the boss, Beiquan gave the highest instruction:

"30 seconds, just don't die!"

Young Master Wei was about to explode.

But now he is not allowed to think about it.

The angry ghost seemed to be completely enraged by Wei Fuyuan's kick just now, and the black mist grew violently, like tentacles dancing wildly, rushing towards him with overwhelming cold air.

——30 seconds!

Beiquan asked him to persist for 30 seconds!

Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth fiercely, without dodging or dodging, he faced the attack of the angry ghost head-on.

For a person with good fighting skills, the tricks of angry ghosts are very simple and rough, and they are all culled with brute force.

But the icy black mist pierced Young Master Wei into a hedgehog like steel needles piercing his body. If it wasn't for that layer of golden light barely protecting him, he would have been frozen to death long ago.

It was a matter of life and death, Wei Fuyuan could only use [-]% concentration to resist the attack of the angry ghost with the smallest movements, and at the same time minimize the area in contact with the black air.

However, even so, Wei Fuyuan still truly experienced what it means to spend seconds like years.

— How long has it been?

he asked himself in his heart.

Several times, Wei Fuyuan really wanted to look back and see what Beiquan was doing——the promised 30 seconds, why didn’t it work?

Finally, just when he was about to lose his hold, Beiquan's voice sounded behind him:

"Xiao Wei, get out of the way!"

This sound is like the sounds of nature.

Wei Fuyuan didn't have time to think about anything, he just ducked low to avoid the rage ghost's grasp, took advantage of the situation and threw himself to the side, then rolled over on the spot.

At the same time, Beiquan pulled out a long stick out of nowhere, raised one hand, and a two-meter-long piece of snow-white satin appeared out of thin air, and the other hand held a pen and dropped it heavily in the void.

In the next moment, the red light flourished, and an extremely complicated rune appeared in front of him.

The bright red rune hit the angry ghost, and instantly turned into countless thin red threads, tightly binding the black air round and round.

The angry ghost struggled violently as if feeling extreme pain.

But it couldn't get rid of those seemingly fragile red threads.

The red silk thread became tighter and tighter, and the angry ghost bound in it was like a sausage that was strangled and deformed. It gradually lost its appearance of the executioner, and became smaller and smaller, until it was only a ball the size of a fist. .

Beiquan reached out and shook the snow-white brocade over.

The satin is like a dancing long snake, and the red thread is tightly wrapped in it.

"Okay, it's over."

Beiquan put away his pen, and quietly walked to Bai Duan.

He unwound the tangled satin and rolled it up again with a stick.

The red silk thread and the evil ghost disappeared, and only a light gray shadow remained in the satin, held by Bei Quan in the palm of his hand, so hazy as if it would disappear with just one breath.

"What it is?"

Although this group of gray shadows looked harmless, Wei Fuyuan had suffered enough losses in the past few days, and he had lingering fears in his heart, so he didn't dare to get too close.

Beiquan replied:

"It's Luo Yuanming's soul."

He opened the suitcase, put away the white satin and brush, took out a small bottle, and put Gray Shadow in it.

"He's lucky, he was possessed by the evil ghost for a short time, and he didn't have time to kill people, so the resentment is not too strong, and he can be saved."

Beiquan smiled:

"I'll send him to Longquan Temple, let the priests recite scriptures for him, and enshrine him for a year or so, it should be almost done."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Beiquan tilted his head again:

"Why, do you think I can recite "The Sutra of Rescuing Suffering"? Of course I leave it to professionals."

Wei Fuyuan choked for a moment.

"I'm not thinking about this..."

He shook his arm that was sore for some reason after the battle with the ghost, and decided to suppress the questions in his stomach for the time being, and wait until he went back to talk about it.

"Then what about these two people?"

Wei Fuyuan pointed to the couple who were still lying on the ground.

"Just leave it here."

Beiquan replied:

"It's not cold now, it won't kill anyone."

With that said, he picked up the packed suitcase, turned around and walked towards the exit of the rooftop.

"When they wake up, most of them will think that they are just having a nightmare."

The author has something to say: the first story ends here, hey!

It is said that the inspiration for this story comes from the Japanese urban legend "Ape Dream", and the setting of the fire is the news that I have seen before~