Thriller Night Talk

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan did not wait long.

About 10 minutes later, there was movement at the door.

Akihiko Yamamoto came to the door of the master bedroom.

He stretched out his hand cautiously and touched the doorknob lightly.

There is no abnormality.

So Akihiko Yamamoto grabbed the doorknob and pressed it down with a little force.

"Crack".

The door opened.

Akihiko Yamamoto pushed open the door cautiously, and took a peek inside.

The room was quiet, and the female nurse he had seen before was nowhere to be seen. There was a hospital bed in the middle of the somewhat empty master bedroom. The transparent liquid dripped drop by drop.

Everything looks so peaceful.

But Akihiko Yamamoto has always been cautious and never takes risks.

He didn't choose to rush into the room rashly, but released a little paper figurine to explore the way first.

This kind of paper figurine is the most basic shikigami of Onmyoji. It is not very powerful, and can only do some simple tasks such as reconnaissance, sending messages, and sending letters.

The little man flew into the room, circled around the room several times, didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and flew back to the master's hand.

Akihiko Yamamoto still feels uneasy.

From where he was standing, he could only see that the quilt on the hospital bed was bulging. Judging from the size and shape, it looked like a sleeping person, but there were too many things that could pretend to be human, even if it was just two pillows.

Akihiko Yamamoto didn't dare to be careless, for fear that he would fall into a trap, so he released Shikigami for the second time and asked him to visit the hospital bed.

The paper figurine walked around the quilt pile first, and after confirming that there was indeed a person inside, it stretched out its two small paper-shaped hands to drag the quilt, trying to see it more realistically.

However, the quilt is very heavy, and the paper man is not strong enough to pull it at all.

So Shikigami flew back into the hands of Akihiko Yamamoto.

But that was enough for Akihiko Yamamoto.

He stepped into the room, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, he quickly walked to the hospital bed and threw off the quilt.

However, it was not Chen Dafa he was looking for lying on the bed, but a strange Caucasian man who was unconscious.

"しまった!"

At the same time as the word "terrible" blurted out, Akihiko Yamamoto knew that he had been tricked, and jumped back suddenly.

Unfortunately, he was still one step too late.

With the hospital bed as the center, a red circle suddenly appeared on the floor, enclosing the bed and Akihiko Yamamoto.

At the same time, there was a slender and messy ringing.

Akihiko Yamamoto looked down, and suddenly found that his feet were wrapped with a thin red thread at some point, and there were a few copper bells smaller than small fingernails running on the thread!

Akihiko Yamamoto naturally refused to let go.

He pointed his fingers together into a knife, and a ball of black air swirled around his fingertips, and he slashed at the red line on his ankle.

The black air cut through the red line like a sharp knife, but failed to cut the thin line, which was not much thicker than a hair.

The sound of the bell suddenly changed, as if trying to resist the black air lingering above it, it made harsh beeps one after another.

And just when Akihiko Yamamoto was trying to break free from the red line formation, behind him, in front of the originally empty wall, suddenly there were two more figures - Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan.

Holding the Qingguang Vientiane Pen in his hand, Beiquan quickly drew the spell out of thin air.

"go with!"

Bei Quan knew very well that he was wounded, and his ability was far from what it used to be.

Facing an opponent whose strength was unknown, he didn't dare to bet how long the hastily arranged red lines and bells could hinder the opponent, so he could only drive out a simple offensive rune in a very limited time.

Following his command, the golden-red charms rushed towards Akihiko Yamamoto, and at the same time as they dissipated, the small copper bells suddenly turned from dark gold to scarlet red, bursting into flames.

Those wisps of flames spread along the thin lines, and quickly burned to Akihiko Yamamoto's body. Just hearing a muffled "boom", the Dongying man in a white shirt and slacks suddenly turned into a huge fireball.

Wei Fuyuan's eyes lit up, and he almost blurted out "well done".

However, Beiquan knew that something was wrong.

Before he even had time to explain, he held the natal magic weapon and drew a huge circle in midair.

It's a pity that Beiquan's reaction was extremely fast, but it was not as fast as the oriole who had come prepared.

Just when the circle was about to close half an inch away, dozens of black shadows rushed towards it from the side as quickly as lightning.

Another Akihiko Yamamoto stood in front of the master bedroom door, raised his hand in the direction of Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, and released the servant hidden in his sleeve.

The speed of the black shadow is extremely fast, so fast that it is almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Like rain hitting plantains, black shadows fell on the "circle" drawn by Beiquan one after another, and golden light splashed all over in an instant.

It's a pity that the protection that Beiquan hastily put up is still missing a corner.

Then a black shadow went straight through the half-finger-long gap and shot towards Beiquan's facade.

According to common sense, it is impossible for human reflexes to capture such a short-term change.

But at this moment, for some reason, Wei Fuyuan saw clearly.

His body's conditioned reflex was much faster than his brain's thinking speed, Wei Fuyuan stretched out his hand towards the black shadow without thinking, and grabbed its tail.

That enslavement is the resentment refined by Akihiko Yamamoto, which has no entity in itself, and no one should be able to grasp it at all.

But Wei Fuyuan was stunned and grabbed it in his hand like he was catching a loach.

Moreover, Wei Fuyuan not only caught the black shadow, but also instinctively activated the power of merit in his body while fighting with it.

The golden light and the black shadow rolled together, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

It's just that Beiquan couldn't watch his assistant continue to compete with this envoy.

Because their opponent is the warlock who carefully laid out the double trick to attract them to show up.

Beside the hospital bed, the scarecrow transformed into Akihiko Yamamoto has been burned out of its prototype.

Because of the backlash brought about by the breaking of the spell, flames rose from Akihiko Yamamoto's left wrist, roasting his flesh inch by inch.

However, Akihiko Yamamoto seemed not to feel the pain of the wound at all, and curled his lips coldly.

"You're not Jason, are you?"

With a wave of his hand, he called back those black shadows, and at the same time said to Beiquan in a questioning tone:

"who are you?"

"What do you think, Mr. Yamamoto?"

Beiquan smiled, pulled Wei Fuyuan back a step, and at the same time was vigilant about his every move.

The scarecrow was burned out, and the flame in Akihiko Yamamoto's left hand was also extinguished.

The fire burned all the clothes below the elbow of Akihiko Yamamoto's left arm, exposing his bloody arm that was mixed with yellow, white, black and red.

And those dozens of black images wrapped around his wound like thin black snakes, like some kind of weird and frightening tattoo.

——It seems that he is a difficult opponent.

Beiquan quickly made a judgment in his heart.

He didn't know how Yamamoto Akihiko's enslavement condensed from resentment was refined.

But a magician who can refine and control so many grievances at the same time is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

——You can’t confront him head-on.

Beiquan is very self-aware of his current situation, and the purpose of his trip is to catch the angry ghost who doesn't know where he is hiding, so he can't waste the little energy left on fighting with others.

Thinking of this, Beiquan looked in the direction of the door, and after just a second, his eyes drifted to the only window in the room.

There is a wall behind them, and Akihiko Yamamoto is blocking the door, and the only window is almost diagonal to the two of them. At first glance, it seems that there is no way to escape.

Akihiko Yamamoto obviously noticed this too.

"You are the mage of Huaguo."

Akihiko Yamamoto stared into Beiquan's eyes while talking.

The two of them back and forth just now, and exchanged offense and defense with each other, but Akihiko Yamamoto has already seen from this short confrontation that of the two opposite, only the one who pretended to be Dai Baiqian is a person who knows magic, and the other, although somewhat Ability, but it is obvious that it has not been systematically trained, and even the power is used frizzily, and it cannot be controlled at will.

What's more, the retreat in Beiquan's eyes was so obvious that he seemed quite guilty.

Akihiko Yamamoto secretly weighed the combat effectiveness of the two, and felt that his chances of winning should be great.

"You came here for the 'Prisoner God', right?"

Just now Akihiko Yamamoto spoke American English, except for the word "Prisoner God", which is a strange Chinese pronunciation.

"It turns out that you also know about 'Prisoner God'."

Beiquan smiled, and held Wei Fuyuan's hand tightly:

"But it's a pity, you guessed wrong, I'm not interested in 'Prisoner God'."

Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan, his expression was calm, and he was secretly horrified.

The hand that was holding him at this time was as cold as ice, and the palm was full of sticky cold sweat.

Wei Fuyuan didn't know what happened to Beiquan, but he could be sure that it was definitely not a good sign.

"guessed wrong?"

At this time, Akihiko Yamamoto asked back:

"I don't think a master like you would be tempted by a mere $[-]..."

However, he only spoke half of what he said before he shot suddenly.

More than a dozen black shadows flew out again, and rushed towards Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan like arrows leaving the string.

Beiquan also seemed to have been prepared for a long time, several pieces of yellow paper flew out, forming a talisman array in front of him.

The black shadow collided with the talisman.

For a while, no one could do anything to anyone.

Akihiko Yamamoto and Beiquan faced each other across a bedroom, as if they had rehearsed it thousands of times, they tacitly held hands at the same time.

Akihiko Yamamoto was the first to attack.

As the hand formula was completed, the ten black shadows gathered abruptly, twisted into a ball like a tangled twist, and suddenly spread out in all directions, like an open pocket, or like a huge black net, towards Beiquan and Wei Fu. The abyss covered the past.

The yellow talismans shattered one by one under their impact, and Beiquan's hastily erected defense was so fragile that it seemed vulnerable to a single blow, and would collapse at any moment.

And Beiquan also made a move at this time.

But what he did was completely beyond Yamamoto Akihiko's expectations.

Bei Quan actually slapped the wall behind them with his palm.

The moment Beiquan's hand touched the wall, a complete spell suddenly appeared on the lime coating.

In the next second, there was a loud bang, and the rune exploded outward, directly blasting a big hole in the wall.

Wei Fuyuan's reaction was very quick.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Beiquan horizontally, embraced his boss's waist under Akihiko Yamamoto's frightened and angry gaze, jumped up and jumped out of the room.