Thriller Night Talk

Monday, May 4.

It was nearly five o'clock in the morning when Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan finished cleaning up Mr. A's troubles and returned to "Santuchuan".

As soon as Beiquan entered the room, he called Tian Jiaxin, who didn't know where he was sleeping, and the two plunged into the kitchen, busy with something else.

And Wei Fuyuan had a professional class in the first period on Monday morning, but he tossed and tossed all night and was so tired that he almost collapsed, and asking him to crawl back to school would have killed him.

So there was no way, Young Master Wei could only take advantage of his good relationship with teachers and classmates, and sent a text message to the class monitor, saying that he had a fever and couldn't go to class, and asked him to ask for a leave of absence.

After coding the message, Wei Fuyuan fell on the sofa, feeling even more tired for some reason.

Just now, he lied that he had a cold and a fever in order to ask for leave, but he didn't expect it to be a prophecy, and he really started to feel uncomfortable.

He only felt chills all over his body, and his joints were sore and weak, especially his two arms, as if they had been soaked in ice water for an unknown amount of time, so numb that he couldn't even pinch his fingers.

Young Master Wei was a little panicked, he forced himself to stand up from the sofa, and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, to see if he could dispel the lingering cold feeling.

As soon as he got up, he staggered a bit, only to feel his body became colder and his head dizzier.

At this time, Beiquan just came out of the kitchen, holding a steaming cauldron in his hand, and the things in it smelled a faint and very comfortable fragrance.

"I was just about to call you."

Beiquan couldn't move his hand, so he raised his chin to signal:

"Xiaowei, come with me."

Wei Fuyuan didn't know what this man wanted to do again, but followed him anyway.

Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan into the bathroom, turned on the shower head, poured water into the tub, and poured all the contents of the pot into it.

The public bathroom in "Santuchuan" is not too spacious, and there is no room for a bathtub. Wei Fuyuan lived here for a week and only used showers.

There was, however, a tub in the corner of the bathroom that would be sized to accommodate a tall adult.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

Beiquan turned his head and saw that Master Wei was still standing still, and asked suspiciously:

"What are you still doing here?"

He pointed at the steaming tub:

"Take off your clothes and soak in."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He had already determined that he liked men's sexual orientation very early on, and Beiquan happened to be the type that he liked because he felt "good-looking" from the first sight of meeting.

Based on Master Wei's understanding of this circle, if a man says the words "undress" to another man, it is almost equivalent to "I want to sleep with you".

But Beiquan was very calm in both his tone and expression, obviously he had no other meaning.

Wei Fuyuan was silently ashamed for his wandering thoughts for three seconds.

"Hurry up, while the water is hot, make more bubbles."

Beiquan urged again, then opened the door and left the bathroom.

Wei Fuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly took off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

The water temperature is very high, and it exudes a pleasant and light fragrance. The skin is soaked in hot water, and the heat is instantly transpired. Young Master Wei feels as if he has been reborn, and the pores of his body are so comfortable that the pores of his body are open.

He leaned against the barrel wall and let out a long sigh.

"Well, this smell..."

Young Master Wei scooped up a handful of water, brought it up to his nose and sniffed it:

"Should it be grapefruit?"

At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened with a "click". Beiquan walked in carelessly, holding a small plastic stool in one hand and a large plate in the other.

——Holy shit, the door is unlocked!

Wei Fuyuan was shocked, and raised his hand to cover something.

"You, why did you come in!"

He was so anxious that his voice trembled.

"If I don't come in, who will rub your arms for you?"

Beiquan raised his eyebrows, and asked back as a matter of course.

Wei Fuyuan: "Knead, knead what?"

Beiquan put the stool on the side of the bathtub, and reached out to grab Wei Fuyuan's arm.

"The evil ghosts carry a resentful spirit, and ordinary people will be affected as soon as they touch them. It can range from headaches, diarrhea, and general fatigue for ten days and a half months, such as the couple who should be lying on the balcony right now; serious illnesses. One game, and it won’t be able to come back in two or three years.”

While explaining, he supported Wei Fuyuan's smooth forearm.

Young Master Wei's face turned red up to the ears.

He tried to pull his arm back, but struggled, but couldn't free himself.

"Be obedient and don't move!"

Beiquan firmly fixed Wei Fuyuan's arm with his left hand, patted his arm with his right hand, then picked up a handful of sticky things, and "slapped" it onto his skin.

Wei Fuyuan didn't dare to move immediately.

"The most convenient way to get rid of this kind of resentment is to take a bath with grapefruit leaves and rub your body with glutinous rice."

He said, like doing a Thai massage for Master Wei, he rolled the steamed glutinous rice and rubbed it back and forth on Wei Fuyuan's right arm.

Beiquan's hands were thin and slender, with well-defined joints and great strength, which had nothing to do with gentleness. He pressed Wei Fuyuan's reddish skin into crimson red.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that after rolling the steamed glutinous rice in his hand for a few times, it turned into a dirty dark gray, as if a handful of soot had been mixed in.

Beiquan scooped up a ladle of hot water, washed off the sticky rice grains on Young Master Wei's left arm, and smiled at him:

"Come on, change hands."

Wei Fuyuan closed his eyes and felt for a while. After rubbing and pressing his right arm, the soreness and numbness really disappeared.

So he blushed and raised his other arm obediently.

The bathroom was steaming, and Beiquan changed into a home dress with the sleeves rolled up above the elbows. His usually cold and pale complexion was steamed into a moist deep pink by the hot water, and he looked inexplicably lustful.

Wei Fuyuan looked away, not daring to look directly at his hands that were caressing his arms repeatedly.

He is very thankful that he has a good figure, with a neat eight-pack abs, and he is definitely a male model who looks thin and fleshy when undressed. Now that he is naked, he will not show timidity in front of Beiquan.

"correct."

He ignored the faint throbbing in his heart, and found a topic:

"When I was fighting with the ghost just now, a layer of golden light appeared on my hand... What is that?"

Wei Fuyuan recalled how he felt when he was fighting the angry ghost, and secretly guessed that it might be another spell from Beiquan.

"Oh, you asked that."

Beiquan replied indifferently: "That is the golden light of your merit."

Wei Fuyuan: "What merits and virtues?"

"Golden light of merit."

Beiquan repeated it again.

He looked up at the little assistant who was soaking in the bathtub, and said with a smile:

"You are born with a good destiny. In the previous life, you were probably a good person who accumulated virtue and did good deeds. Therefore, in this life, your destiny is to ride the wind and gain power. With merit and virtue to protect your body, you are destined to be free from disease and disaster, and be rich and powerful."

Wei Fuyuan: "Really?"

He touched his nose with the hand that had just been kneaded by Beiquan, and felt that his face seemed to be getting hotter.

Young Master Wei still doesn't quite believe in past lives, karma, reincarnation and karma, but every word in Beiquan's words just now sounds commendatory, and he feels very useful.

He automatically substituted an Internet meme, "So, I may have saved the world in my previous life, so I have my own meritorious deeds in this life?"

"Well, it is indeed understandable."

Beiquan smiled and nodded:

"The golden light of merit on your body can resist the yin energy of the angry ghost, and allows you to actually touch it, but I couldn't move at that time, so I can only rely on you to help block it first."

What Beiquan didn't tell Wei Fuyuan was that the reason why he accepted such a layman who didn't understand anything as his assistant was precisely because of Young Master Wei's special fate.

Wei Fuyuan was born with excellent horoscopes, he was able to sit in Jinshui Township, and his daily work was in Bingdinghuo. He also had great merits brought out from his mother's womb, almost comparable to those eminent monks who have practiced for most of their lives.

Beiquan felt that if a special root like Wei Fuyuan practiced diligently, he might be able to achieve great fortune in the future.

However, this young master was born into a pretty good family. He was pampered by rich clothes and good food since he was a child, and he developed a somewhat arrogant temper. In that way, I will be a wealthy and idler with smooth sailing for the rest of my life.

--fine.

Beiquan smiled secretly.

—He’s different from me, and it’s really nice.

Since he was a good person in his previous life, he deserves to enjoy all the blessings in this life.

——But I really need a helper right now, so let me borrow your merit for the time being.

After figuring out what was going on with the golden light on his body, Young Master Wei's mood inexplicably improved. Even tonight's fatigue and the grievance of being suddenly thrown out by Beiquan to fight against the monsters were like thin ice on the river in the beginning of spring. , It was completely melted when it was illuminated by the warm sun.

At this time, he thought of another question:

"The angry ghost attached to Luo Yuanming, that's the end of it?"

"Well, it's done."

Beiquan smiled and nodded:

"I've already sealed it into the God of Lost Banner."

Another incomprehensible term, Wei Fuyuan automatically ignored it, "Why don't you just kill it?"

"Because you can't kill."

Beiquan explained:

"I told you before that ghosts are actually a kind of ghosts and immortals, but they need to devour negative emotions of human beings for cultivation, so they cannot be allowed to run rampant in the world."

He smiled:

"However, the way of heaven is clear, and everything has a cause and effect. Whatever you do is equivalent to planting a cause, and one day it will definitely repay you. Therefore, even a lonely ghost can't just kill it, let alone kill it. There are ghosts and immortals with certain skills."

Wei Fuyuan nodded, thinking of the long snow-white satin that Beiquan threw out at the end:

"So you sealed it in that... what banner?"

"Correct."

Beiquan went on to say:

"The Misty Banner was originally a magic weapon to seal the angry ghosts, but a little accident happened recently, so they all escaped. What we have to do now is to seal them back one by one."

He let go of Wei Fuyuan's arm, stood up, and shook the water droplets on his hand:

"Rub it well, you can rinse it off and get up."