Thriller Night Talk

A large group of villagers had gathered by the river.

Wei Fuyuan was a little confused at first, but his 1.8 meters [-], even among the two or three hundred people, he stood out from the crowd, and soon found Beiquan who was also crowded in the crowd.

The distance between the two was not too far, Wei Fuyuan squeezed to his boss by virtue of his height and physique, and leaned against him.

"When do we start?"

He bowed his head sideways and moved close to Beiquan's ear, afraid that others would hear him, so he deliberately lowered his voice.

In fact, Wei Fuyuan's worries were unnecessary.

At this time, the river was rushing, and with the noise around them, no one noticed what they were talking about.

Beiquan turned his head to look at Wei Fuyuan, smiled at him, and said "don't worry" with his lips.

Wei Fuyuan didn't know what Beiquan's plan was, and now he couldn't get to the bottom of it, so he could only suppress his anxiety and wait silently for the sacrifice to begin.

At this time, the noise suddenly doubled, and accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums from nowhere, a group of young and strong guys carried hundreds of paper figurines to the river.

The paper people were thrown into the river one by one.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that the water flow in the river was obviously very fast, but the light paper figurines were not washed away, they were densely crowded on the river surface, whirling in place strangely, the scene was like a scene on the river. It was covered with floating corpses, and just looking at it made people shudder.

And the scene became even more horrifying after the villagers poured a large amount of stinking blood into the river.

The scarlet river water rolled layer by layer, and densely packed paper figures were swallowed and swallowed on the surface of the river, really like the legendary blood pool hell.

It was the first time for Wei Fuyuan to smell such a strong smell of blood, it was almost nauseating, he frowned deeply, and couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with his hands.

"It's now!"

Beiquan yelled without warning at this moment.

Wei Fuyuan has been an assistant for more than a month, and he has developed a conditioned reflex. Without thinking, he took out the bamboo raft in his arms, untied the rope, and wanted to throw it into the river.

Beiquan told him just now that he should throw the written bamboo strips into the water - and now the nearest water source to them is undoubtedly this river.

There are seventy-seven and forty-nine pieces of bamboo strips, each of which is no more than one finger long and two finger wide, and covered with blood characters that Wei Fuyuan can't understand.

The river was already stained red with blood, and it was filled with all kinds of paper offerings. Throwing the small bamboo sticks down should have been inconspicuous.

But just when Wei Fuyuan took out the bamboo sticks and was about to throw them away, the villagers who looked like NPCs in the game plot noticed the things in his hands, and turned their heads one after another, their expressions froze quickly, and then turned to horror .

Wei Fuyuan is in a bad mood!

He made a decisive decision, pushed his arm, knocked away the people beside him with all his strength, and broke away from the hand stretched out from nowhere, crossed the shallows in two steps, raised his hand and threw the stack of bamboo strips out, and at the same time roared:

"Let's go!!"

Thin bamboo strips weigh nothing, even if Wei Fuyuan tried his best, he couldn't throw them very far.

But they did land in the river.

The moment it came into contact with the blood in the river, 49 pieces of bamboo strips glowed golden red at the same time.

The villagers on the river bank suddenly let out hysterical screams.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that the 49 pieces of bamboo strips were obviously floating in the water, but they were connected to each other with red light, faintly forming a rune shape.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-red river water suddenly rolled like boiling water, rolling out billowing waves.

The paper figurines floating in the river were torn apart by the turbulent water in an instant, and all of them were swept into the bottom of the river in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

Wei Fuyuan was standing very close to the river at this moment, and almost got sucked in by the blood. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and Teng Teng stepped back several steps before barely leaving the dangerous area.

——No, wait!

However, before he could heave a sigh of relief, Young Master Wei suddenly turned his head, and was shocked by the scene before him, breaking out in a cold sweat.

I saw hundreds of villagers who were supposed to be standing around the river, like a video tape with the stop button pressed, and each one of them froze in place.

Each of them maintained a certain momentary posture, with horror on their faces, ferocious expressions, gaping eyes, and stretched hands forward, as if they were about to rush over in the next second and tear the uninvited guest who dared to destroy their sacrifice to pieces.

It's just that the villagers didn't move again.

Because in the next second, Beiquan had already revealed his natal magic weapon, the tip of the pen drew an arc in the void, where the tip of the pen passed, the golden-red light flashed like a shooting star, and fell into the boiling lake water. It is integrated with the formation composed of 49 pieces of bamboo strips.

In an instant, the red light flourished.

Wei Fuyuan only felt an invisible pressure from bottom to top, and the sky and the earth shook accordingly.

His feet were soft, and he knelt down suddenly and uncontrollably.

At the same time when the pressure suddenly hit, the villagers behind him were like sand sculptures smashed by the waves, and they all turned into powder in an instant.

"north--"

Wei Fuyuan supported the ground with one hand, wanting to see what Beiquan was doing.

At this time, Beiquan spoke.

"Aren't you going to show up yet?"

Beiquan asked coldly:

"If you don't show up again, the fragmented space you worked so hard to create will be crushed by me soon!"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Fuyuan suddenly felt the pressure on his body increased again, and hurriedly supported the trembling ground with more force, only to avoid the embarrassment of directly throwing himself on the ground.

—Fuck!

He cursed in his heart:

—— Beiquan, you are too careless!

——Don't worry, I'll be crushed by you before this damn place is broken!

Wei Fuyuan managed to raise his head.

The two or three hundred villagers who had surrounded here had all disappeared. At this time, on the river bank, there were only four students lying on the river beach in the same embarrassment as him.

He turned his head to look at Beiquan again with difficulty.

From Wei Fuyuan's current perspective, he can only see that Beiquan seems not to be affected by the pressure at all, with a straight back, a slender neck, and a thin but graceful jaw.

——What a pretense!

Young Master Wei thought angrily:

——You let us out first!

In fact, Beiquan is not as comfortable as he appears to be on the surface.

As soon as he came up, he used his big move, in fact, to frighten the "something" that created this fragmented space, and force the other party to show his real body.

It's just that even if he had written the bamboo strips in advance, it would be very costly for Beiquan to maintain the current formation.

However, Xuanmen Village itself is a natural basin for gathering yin. The special geographical environment makes this fragmented space gather more yin energy than its own volume. He wants to destroy it from the inside with his own power...

Beiquan gritted his teeth secretly.

——It’s not impossible, I’m afraid... I won’t have the strength to fight anymore...

However, that "something" hiding somewhere is far more tolerant than Beiquan thought.

Under the heavy pressure of the formation, all the villagers in the fragmented space disappeared, and the dotted courtyards were like toy building blocks that were knocked down, one after another collapsed one after another, collapsed, and finally turned into powder.

But even so, the culprit who created all this is still unwilling to show up.

--no solution anymore!

Cold sweat flowed from Beiquan's forehead, wet his temples.

——Since this is the case, we can only force it harder!

"Hey, Comrade Xiaowei!"

Beiquan opened his mouth and called out:

"Do me a favor."

When Wei Fuyuan heard Beiquan calling him, he immediately became angry:

"Do you think I can still move now!?"

Beiquan, who usually always greets people with a smile on his face, has become unreasonable and forceful at this time.

"stand up!"

He couldn't help but say:

"If you still want to go back!"

——I #￥%#￥￥!

Wei Fuyuan scolded a series of mosaics in his heart, and his mind was full of "I will resign when I go back!"!

But even if he was reluctant, he had no choice now.

Wei Fuyuan put his hands on the ground, clenched his teeth, and under the heavy pressure that could almost crush his spine, like a snail, he climbed up in a very embarrassing manner using both hands and feet.

It's just that what Young Master Wei himself didn't notice was that when he was struggling to move inch by inch, his whole body glowed with a layer of light golden light, covering him like a shield, protecting him Offset part of the pressure brought by the array.

After much difficulty, Wei Fuyuan finally stood up.

"You, cough..."

He asked Beiquan:

"What on earth do you want me to do?"

Bei Quan didn't give a single explanation, and ordered directly:

"Split your ring finger apart and drip blood onto the ground!"

Wei Fuyuan really had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he dared not refuse.

He didn't have any sharp weapons on his body, nor did he have the ability to draw a line of blood with a swipe of his finger on the skin like Beiquan.

He had no choice but to use the trick he learned from costume dramas, put the ring finger of his left hand into his mouth, and bite hard——

The wound was deep, and the blood fell drop by drop onto the river beach, and soon formed a small pool of blood the size of a coin.

When Wei Fuyuan was about to ask Beiquan what to do next, he was surprised to see that the blood drop that he dripped on the ground seemed to come alive, and a thin line of blood extended in a certain direction .

The thread of blood is getting longer and longer, climbing farther and farther, like a slender spider thread, the direction it is facing is not the river still rolling with blood waves, but the cemetery at the end of the village where countless dead are buried.

Beiquan smiled lightly:

"finally found you."

In the next second, Wei Fuyuan felt the pressure around him suddenly ease.

He stood up straight and looked around blankly.

The array of 49 pieces of bamboo strips in the river has disappeared, and the boiling water has also returned to calm.

The other four students also climbed up one after another.

They were more confused than Wei Fuyuan, they didn't know what happened just now.

"This……"

Class monitor Pan Xiaoyun said hesitantly:

"Is this the end? Can we... get out?"

Beiquan turned to look at Pan Xiaoyun.

"Of course not, this is just the beginning."

He smiled slightly, and said the answer that made several students almost faint:

"Now, let's go and see who the culprit is."

The author has something to say: Mr. Wei. I really want to resign today. Fu Yuan