Thriller Night Talk

"'Prisoner God', imprisoned 'prisoner'."

Beiquan continued to write on Wei Fuyuan's back, and said while writing:

"As the name suggests, it means to lock up a 'god'."

Wei Fuyuan let out a "huh" in a very puzzled tone:

"Is God so easy to lock up?"

Qianwei Fuyuan didn't believe in those supernatural things at all, but then got on Beiquan's thief ship for no reason, and saw many things that common sense couldn't explain with his own eyes. fact.

But in his understanding, "immortals" are illusory and unattainable existences. For example, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas enshrined in temples and Taoist temples, real people and immortals are just imaginary images made by believers with jade carvings and clay puppets.

Mortals don't even have the chance to catch a glimpse of the true face of the gods, let alone imprison them.

"Actually, if you say it's a god, it's also divided into three, six, and nine classes."

Beiquan continued to explain:

"For example, the Baojiaxian enshrined by people in the Northeast, in a sense, can also be called a guardian deity exclusive to a certain family."

Wei Fuyuan felt that he seemed to understand what Beiquan meant.

"No wonder you asked me earlier if I've heard of raising little ghosts."

Young Master Wei remembered his experience when he traveled to a Southeast Asian country with his friends not long ago.

At that time, when they were traveling by car, they often saw some small temples with strange shapes on the side of the road, which housed unnamed gods.

There was a rich second generation traveling with me, adhering to the habit of "calling people into houses and worshiping gods in temples". When seeing Buddha statues, he had to fold his hands together, but was severely stopped by the local tour guide, saying that it was very dangerous to worship gods indiscriminately.

【You don’t even know what kind of god that is, so you dare to worship indiscriminately? 】

That’s what the Chinese student said at the time:

[If it is an evil god, it will cost a lot to make a wish to him! 】

Wei Fuyuan thought for a while, and said to Beiquan:

"So, you want to tell me that the reason why this mansion is built in such a strange shape is because someone locked up a 'god' in this house, is that what you mean?"

"you can say it this way."

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"Actually, for a certain person, as long as it is a non-human existence with certain magical powers and can produce positive effects, it can be called a 'god'. For example, spirits such as mountain spirits and wild monsters have been regarded as 'gods' since ancient times. ' There are not a few people who come to make offerings."

"It's just that most people are in awe of them. Even if they really want something, most of them only dare to burn incense and worship them devoutly. Few people would think of locking them up and forcing them to use such a simple and crude method. .”

Wei Fuyuan: "However, how can a 'god' be locked up?"

"Generally speaking, it's enough to find the body they rely on, store it in a special container, and prevent them from escaping in some way."

Beiquan went on to explain:

"It just seems that the owner of this house has a lot of money. In order to keep his treasure, he directly built a big villa."

At this time, Beiquan had already drawn Wei Fuyuan's waist.

The electric tingling became more and more obvious, Wei Fuyuan silently bit the back of his hand, trying to resist the urge to tremble.

——How long will it take!

Wei Fuyuan felt that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was a faint tendency to raise his head under the gentle stimulation of the pen tip.

——If this goes on, I can't bear it anymore!

However, Beiquan didn't notice Wei Fuyuan's predicament at all, he kept writing, and at the same time said in his soft and magnetic voice:

"However, it's not like shutting up the 'gods' can force them to serve you..."

Beiquan paused abruptly, and took a low breath.

In fact, every rune drawn with the Qingguang Vientiane Brush will consume his blood and energy. The more powerful the spell, the more complicated it is to write, and the greater the consumption.

But Beiquan didn't want his assistant to find out his discomfort, so the hand that didn't hold the pen held the bed sheet, and secretly wiped off the cold sweat from his hand.

And Wei Fuyuan is trying to focus his attention on Beiquan at this moment, so as to ignore the subtle excitement below, but he hasn't heard the following for a long time, so he couldn't help asking a question: "Huh?"

Beiquan swallowed the sweet and fishy smell welling up in his throat.

"Even if it is the 'Prisoner God', they still need to be supported."

"Besides, beings that can be called 'gods' usually have their own spiritual consciousness. When they are forcibly imprisoned, most of them harbor resentment. If they are careless, running away is the next best thing. If they turn around and take revenge, it will be troublesome."

Beiquan settled down, tried to maintain his usual tone of speech, and continued to explain:

"I guess the reason why Chen Dafa keeps renovating and expanding the house is probably to prevent the 'things' at home from escaping."

"I see."

Wei Fuyuan thought for a while:

"That's right, this house is built like a labyrinth, crooked, so it's easy to get lost and unable to get out?"

At this time, Beiquan's incantation has reached the foot of the talisman, and it is almost over with the last breath.

He raised the tip of the pen, calmed down secretly, stretched out his left hand, and covered Wei Fuyuan's waist.

Wei Fuyuan had a conditioned reflex, "Hey, what are you doing!?"

"Don't move!"

Beiquan squeezed Wei Fuyuan's strong and thin waist, "It's just a few strokes."

——If you don’t want me to move around, just don’t touch me!

Obviously Beiquan's palm was wet and cold, and it was as cold as ice against the skin, but Wei Fuyuan felt in a daze that the place he touched was like touching a soldering iron, and an inexplicable stimulation followed the phase. The touched skin drilled all the way down, making the place that was not very obedient before more energetic.

In order not to reveal his body's reaction, Young Master Wei had no choice but to bite the back of his hand even harder.

Beiquan began to draw the last few strokes.

"Speaking of which, once something like 'Prisoner God' is asked for something from them, it will often have to pay the corresponding price."

As he drew, he said:

"It seems that the price Chen Dafa paid should be the lives of his family."

After saying this, Beiquan put away the Qingguang Vientiane pen, and patted Wei Fuyuan's side vigorously:

"The painting is finished, you can get up now."

Wei Fuyuan grabbed the thin blanket on the bed and sat up awkwardly.

Usually he is very confident about the size of that part of his body, but now, when he thinks that as long as he pulls off the blanket, Beiquan will notice the bulging lump there, Wei Fuyuan is so anxious that he wants to scratch the wall.

Wei Fuyuan pulled the quilt as if nothing had happened, then looked back at the dressing table, trying to use the mirror to see what was painted on his back.

The dressing table in this room looks like an antique, the mirror is not big, but the current angle and distance are just enough to illuminate Wei Fuyuan's entire back.

So he saw that there seemed to be an extra tattoo made of bright crimson lines on his back.

The whole pattern is extremely complicated, and the strokes are delicate and precise. Wei Fuyuan can't recognize what is written on it, but he just feels that the combination of these lines is dense and dense, and there is an indescribable beauty.

"This...was it painted with your blood?"

Wei Fuyuan looked at Beiquan's bloodshot wrist, "Won't it rub off when you sleep?"

He didn't want to sleep naked on the bed all night after sitting on a plane for more than ten hours and driving for three hours.

"Don't worry, I can't rub it off."

Beiquan smiled.

Suddenly, he raised his hands and pressed Wei Fuyuan's shoulders without warning, with a solemn expression and a serious tone:

"Listen, Comrade Xiaowei, next, you must remember what I teach you, understand?"

Wei Fuyuan swallowed forcefully, a drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Beiquan was sitting opposite him now, with his upper body leaning forward, and his knees were half a centimeter away from touching his key parts. It was really hard for him not to feel nervous.

"Ah."

Wei Fuyuan nodded with difficulty:

"I, I will definitely remember..."

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Tuesday, July 7, at 20:[-] AM Western Time.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan went downstairs along the stairs they had walked through yesterday, walked through the asymmetrical "I"-shaped corridor, and entered the restaurant on the first floor.

They are the last to arrive.

There were already three people sitting on the long dining table.

Seeing Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan come in, Juan raised his hand and greeted them warmly:

"Jason, Will, good morning!"

Beiquan smiled back at Juan, and sat down at the table with Wei Fuyuan.

Sitting opposite them were the other two heirs to the inheritance.

Those two were very young, in their twenties and thirties.

The one on the left is a pure oriental face, with high cheekbones, pointed chin, slender eyebrows and thin eyes. The overall outline is somewhat feminine. The face cannot be simply described as "good-looking" or "handsome", but it must be impressive. Impressive type.

He saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan seated, did not speak, did not show any expression on their faces, just watched them silently with scrutiny.

The one on the right is a white man, tall, with a rough outline and a beard around his chin. He looks handsome, but when he saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan coming hand in hand, he frowned unabashedly.

"Hello, my name is Jason and this is my boyfriend Will."

Beiquan smiled and greeted the two of them.

When Beiquan said the word "boyfriend", the white young man sitting opposite curled his lips and let out an obviously impolite sneer.

On the contrary, the oriental man rolled his eyes and smiled kindly.

"Jason, Will, nice to meet you."

The Oriental replied in fluent English:

"I am Yamamoto Akihiko..."

He paused, and then added thoughtfully:

"It's written in Chinese as 'Akihiko Yamamoto', so you can just call me Aki."

Bei Quan remembered that in the materials Zhu Ling gave him, it was indeed mentioned that there was an orphan of Japanese overseas Chinese who was later adopted by a Japanese couple.