Thriller Night Talk

Friday, June 6, at 4:07pm.

Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan and Tian raised their salaries and returned to the house where the missing people lived.

The abandoned village has no water or electricity, and everyone can only eat dry food and water brought by themselves for dinner.

Because Beiquan said fires were not allowed in deserted villages, Wei Fuyuan couldn't even boil some water or heat canned food. He could only swallow sliced ​​bread and compressed biscuits with mineral water.

Beiquan didn't eat a bite of this simple dinner.

At first, Young Master Wei thought that Beiquan disliked the food, but when he asked whether he should prepare some additional food for Beiquan, he was resolutely rejected by the other party.

Beiquan waved his hand and replied, "I don't want to eat."

"You don't have to worry about him."

Tian Jiaxin answered from the side:

"He's going to use the Soul Leaving Technique tonight, so it's normal not to eat."

As a Tianqi doll, Tian Jiaxin only needs to eat wind, drink dew, and the essence of the sun and moon to live well, and naturally he doesn't need to eat at night.

But now the water can't be boiled, and the child can't soak his beloved Dahongpao, the whole person looks listless and listless.

Naturally, Wei Fuyuan didn't know what the Soul Leaving Technique was, but Bei Quan said that this kind of technique had to wait until midnight, when the yin qi was the heaviest in the day before it could be used.

Since he couldn't be in a hurry now, he simply didn't ask any more questions, and just waited until the time came.

The night in the deserted village was surprisingly quiet.

Everything is silent, not even the chirping of insects and birds, only the rustling sound of the south wind blowing through the treetops can prove the passage of time.

The closer it was to midnight, the more anxious Wei Fuyuan felt.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and started to ask Beiquan what he was going to do, and what was the so-called "soul separation technique".

On the contrary, Beiquan looked very calm.

All night, he sat obliquely in an old-fashioned armchair with a slightly lame leg, flipping through books by an oil lamp, and coping with Wei Fuyuan's ramblings one by one.

About 10 minutes before eleven o'clock in the evening, it started to rain.

The house has been abandoned for many years, and the roof tiles that have not been repaired have long been missing a piece in the east and a corner in the west. The rain outside the house is getting heavier, and it is also dripping light rain inside the house.

The chair Beiquan had been sitting on all night happened to be in the corner where the water leaked, so he had to get up.

"It's almost time."

Beiquan looked down at his watch, and waved at Wei Fuyuan and Hetian's salary increase, "Let's get ready to start."

The three of them moved from the west wing to the main hall of the house.

The main hall had been cleaned by them in advance, and all the sundries that could be moved were moved to the corner of the yard by them. Now almost only four broken walls and one broken door remained in the entire space.

Beiquan opened the door of the main hall.

The night wind poured into the house, and the cool rainwater wafted in with the unique smell of forest vegetation, wet the threshold and the porch.

"almost."

Beiquan looked out with his probe.

Tonight is the 24th of the lunar calendar.

The dark clouds in the sky covered the stars and the moon, and there was no light source in the mountains and forests. It was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"Let's get started."

He turned to the two of them.

"Beiquan, wait a minute."

Tian Jiaxin obviously didn't agree with Beiquan taking this risk.

"The feng shui of this village was not quite right, and it just happened to be a rainy day, and it was too cloudy..."

He raised his eyelids, and looked at Beiquan with a pair of big eyes full of worry:

"I'm worried that if you 'go out', you won't be able to come back."

Without further ado, Beiquan picked up the five-headed Tian Qi doll, wrapped it in his arms and rubbed it until Tian Jiaxin was screaming, and then he said with a smile:

"Don't worry, don't you still trust me?"

He blinked:

"It's just a soul-leaving technique, and it's just a trivial thing to me."

Tian Jiaxin stopped talking, pursed his mouth, and still looked resentful.

Although Wei Fuyuan didn't know what Beiquan was thinking about, he could guess it just by looking at Tian's salary increase reaction, which must be quite dangerous.

"Beiquan."

He reached out and grabbed Beiquan's arm, and unconsciously raised his voice an octave, with a very stern tone: "What on earth are you going to do?"

Beiquan held Tian Jiaxin with one hand, and Wei Fuyuan firmly clamped the other arm, and he had no extra hands to comfort his furious assistant.

"Hey, hey, don't worry."

Beiquan struggled a little, but he didn't break free, so he simply let Wei Fuyuan hold him, "What I'm going to do later is actually the same as what you did before."

He explained with a smile.

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood Beiquan's meaning:

"You mean... the same as the people I've seen... uh, ghost memories?"

"clever."

Beiquan nodded in appreciation:

"It is very difficult for us to find the entrance to the debris space now, and we are not even sure whether there is such a place."

He tilted his head and smiled slightly, "So, I want to find evidence of the existence of this fragmented space."

According to Beiquan's explanation, the "soul-separating technique" he is about to use is essentially an advanced version of what he used on Wei Fuyuan, and its principle is similar to the common folk "casting shadows".

It's just that what Beiquan is going to this time is not the underworld in the general sense, but to follow the traces left by a missing person in the form of a soul out of his body to see what happened to him.

Most of the capable people and strangers who are good at walking in the shadows in the folk have peculiar horoscopes, or have had the experience of life and death by coincidence.

Originally, with Beiquan's cultivation base, he was only performing a soul-leaving technique, so Tian Jiaxin shouldn't be so worried.

But Tian Jiaxin has stayed with Beiquan for more than half a year, and he has somewhat guessed some clues.

With his own eyes, he watched Beiquan's partner come and go, three times before and after, and there was no one available, so he picked up a work-study student who didn't understand anything to be his assistant as if playing around.

Beiquan itself is a very special existence.

He is so special that he can't even judge his abnormality simply by the weight of the horoscope and the theory of yin and yang.

Therefore, Tian Jiaxin was worried that with Beiquan's physique, once the soul left the body, one might follow the missing person into some space gap, and he might never come back.

——Especially, at such an important juncture, Beiquan still chose Wei Fuyuan as his "guide".

Just when Tian Jiaxin was worried, Beiquan was already making preparations for his spellcasting.

He set up a small altar in the empty main hall, put an incense burner on the table, and lit a white candle on each side, then he put a small white porcelain dish in front of the incense burner, and put it on A blank yellow sign.

Then he took out the mineral water bottle he picked up and poured some of the water on the plate.

Wei Fuyuan leaned over:

"What are you doing?"

"This water was drunk by someone among the missing teachers and students."

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"I'm going to use it as a guide."

Then he put the ring finger of his left hand to his lips and bit a hole.

The blood dripped into the small white porcelain dish and spread out in circles, dyeing the transparent and colorless mineral water a light pink.

"Okay, I'm going to start."

Beiquan said.

Hearing this, Wei Fuyuan clenched his fist unconsciously, his nails dug into his palm, he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe out.

He saw that Beiquan turned his wrist, and there was a purple and gold Langhao pen in his hand, which was his natal magic weapon, the Qingguang Vientiane Pen.

Then Beiquan dipped the nib of his pen into the porcelain dish that had been mixed with his blood, concentrated his energy, and quickly drew a talisman on the blank talisman paper.

Beiquan waited quietly for another moment.

Water marks dry out quickly.The blood volume was very low, and the surrounding oil lamps were very dimly lit, and there were almost no traces of writing on the yellow talisman.

"Take this."

Beiquan handed the "written" talisman paper to Wei Fuyuan.

Then he lit three slender sticks of incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, and then lay flat on the spot, sleeping on the concrete floor in front of the incense table.

"Paste the talisman on my chest later."

Beiquan patted his chest, which was about the position of the heart.

"Also, remember something."

His maroon pupils stared at Wei Fuyuan without blinking, and explained word by word:

"Before the three incense sticks are burned out, no matter what, you must wake me up."

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According to Beiquan's instructions, Wei Fuyuan pasted the talisman on his boss's chest.

What surprised him was that after the water stains dried up, a layer of golden-red light appeared on the talisman paper, which could no longer be seen clearly, and faintly formed crisscross lines of talisman.

The runes that were red and golden in color climbed and grew like vines, and quickly "climbed" out of the rune paper, and "drilled" into Beiquan's chest.

Wei Fuyuan felt a strange but strong sense of uneasiness in his heart for no reason.

He hurriedly looked at Beiquan's face.

Under the dim light of oil lamps and candles, he saw that Beiquan just closed his eyes, breathed steadily, and had a calm expression, as if he had fallen into a dreamless sleep.

In fact, Beiquan's three souls and seven souls had already left his body under the guidance of the spell, and drifted away following the remaining breath of "someone" who drank the water.

It has been a long time since Bei Quan experienced the double experience of being out of his body and empathizing with another person.

Honestly, it doesn't feel good.

Because at this time, Beiquan felt like a marionette whose advance and retreat were completely uncontrollable. He was clearly in it, but he could only be a helpless bystander.

The one who drank that bottle of mineral water was a girl.

Bei Quan didn't know which of the three missing female students she was, but he knew that the girl must be very panicked and scared now.

The girl is in the middle of a crowd, with a fast-flowing river in front of her, and excited crowds around her.

The girl looked around in fear, as if she wanted to find the teacher and classmates who came with her.

But the people crowded next to her were all villagers in the costumes of the Republic of China, yelling in a dialect she couldn't understand at all. No matter how the poor girl yelled, her voice would be swallowed up by the roaring river and the hustle and bustle of people in an instant.

Beiquan's vision blurred, and at the same time, he felt warm water droplets wet his cheeks.

He knew it was because he was empathizing with the girl, and the one who was crying was the girl who was terrified by what she saw.