Thriller Night Talk

It's a pity that Akihiko Yamamoto's ardent expectations are doomed to fail.

A scene completely opposite to what he had imagined happened—the servants he was proud of not only failed to break through the spell cast by Beiquan, but instead fused with the bright red runes like a ball of yarn dropped into a drum washing machine. A ball, endlessly entangled.

Suddenly, Akihiko Yamamoto felt a strange premonition.

The feeling was so strong that Akihiko Yamamoto couldn't ignore it.

--wrong!

He said to himself:

— Something is wrong!

Cold sweat broke out on Akihiko Yamamoto's forehead.

Although he really failed to notice the hole Beiquan dug in his haste, his experience with the enemy and his sense of crisis told him that maybe he had overlooked something very important.

So Akihiko Yamamoto didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately drew out the hand formula again, and used another "whip" on his envoys.

Lan Yan swallowed the spell, and the dozen or so black shadows suddenly became more irritable visible to the naked eye.

They struggled frantically in the spell, slamming left and right, biting each other, and the Yin Qi was so strong that it almost condensed into a solid.

It was obviously mid-July, it was midsummer, and there was no air-conditioning in the mansion, it should have been very stuffy, but Wei Fuyuan still felt a dangerous chill that made his hair stand on end.

He involuntarily hugged Beiquan in his arms tighter.

Beiquan patted Wei Fuyuan's arm lightly, signaling his assistant to let go of him.

"Yamamoto, you are... 24 years old, right?"

He looked at the tangled entanglement of servants above his head, and after confirming that everything was as he expected, he turned his head to look at Akihiko Yamamoto.

"For your age, you are indeed very powerful."

Having said that, Beiquan raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly:

"However, I just don't know, do you have another substitute now?"

Akihiko Yamamoto: "!!!"

- not good! !

A voice cried out in his heart.

--Ruined!Ruined!I'm screwed!

The unspeakable anxiety and fear erupted suddenly, and Akihiko Yamamoto didn't have time to think about it, and immediately ignored the dozen or so servants, and directly pulled out the Dongying Samurai Sword from his waist, and slashed at Beiquan.

Of course Wei Fuyuan would not just watch.

At the same time that Akihiko Yamamoto drew his sword, he rushed forward, picked up an Eiffel Tower ornament on the cabinet, blocked it one by one, and blocked Akihiko Yamamoto's blade with a sound of "Dang".

"Drink!"

Akihiko Yamamoto's eyes were red, he shouted loudly, and slashed with a horizontal knife, as if he wanted to sever anyone who dared to stop him.

Wei Fuyuan retreated back, dodged the knife, and at the same time pushed the Eiffel Tower forward, precisely pushing away Yamamoto Akihiko's blade.

The two wrestled together.

"Stand-in straw man, envoy, and Dongying knife?"

Beiquan looked up at the envoy who had twisted into Tianjin Mahua in midair, and taunted Yamamoto Akihiko:

"It seems that you only have these three tricks."

After finishing speaking, Beiquan flipped his wrist and took out the Qingguang Vientiane Pen.

"I invite all the immortals, Zhenyuan Lingtong, to break the shackles, and call your real name. Be as urgent as a law!"

--"Snapped!"

As soon as Beiquan's incantation was finished, everyone present heard the sound of something being broken.

Wei Fuyuan and Yamamoto Akihiko raised their heads together, and saw that the spell drawn by Beiquan exploded suddenly like fireworks, and the dozens of servants who were originally entwined also scattered and bounced away under the impact.

Akihiko Yamamoto: "!!!"

He was so shocked that he couldn't even say a word.

"Little Wei!"

At this time, Wei Fuyuan heard Beiquan calling him:

"Stop off!!"

Without even thinking about it, Wei Fuyuan immediately threw down the Eiffel Tower, threw himself sideways to the rear, rolled over three meters away, and quickly distanced himself from Yamamoto Akihiko.

The next second, those scattered ghosts suddenly shot in the same direction.

But this time, their target turned out to be their master Akihiko Yamamoto.

"Wow ah ah ah!!!"

Akihiko Yamamoto let out a hysterical scream, dropped the samurai sword in his hand, and ran out the door staggeringly.

However, the servants were much faster than him.

The dozens of black shadows immediately surrounded Akihiko Yamamoto, and got in from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Yamamoto Akihiko's cry became more and more mournful.

He finally tasted the same as the man he killed.

Excruciating pain, bone-chilling cold, fear of suffocation, and dying despair.

"Boom."

Akihiko Yamamoto fell to the ground, his hands fell limply, and he stopped moving.

His originally delicate face was covered with black and red liquid, his eye sockets were shriveled, and his two eyeballs had disappeared. More dirty blood still flowed out from his seven orifices, and soon formed a pool of blood on the floor.

And the envoys who had just killed the master with their own hands came out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the original pitch-black color had faded a lot, turning into a misty gray.

Those gray shadows lingered on Akihiko Yamamoto's body for a moment, then flew out the door and disappeared at both ends of the corridor.

Wei Fuyuan: "This...what's going on?"

Looking at the tragic death of Akihiko Yamamoto, he shuddered, only feeling horrified.

"This man...why did he die?"

Beiquan put away the Qingguang Vientiane pen, "It's backlash."

He tried to make his voice sound more natural, "I broke the binding spell on Yamamoto's servant, and after they were free, I killed him."

Beiquan didn't know what the main body of those servants was, and how Yamamoto Akihiko refined them.

But their yin energy is so deep, the refining process must be very cruel.

So Beiquan thought of a simpler method-instead of entangled with servants and destroying them in a time-consuming and labor-intensive manner, it is better to find a way to break the shackles imposed by Akihiko Yamamoto and set them free.

These grievances refined by secret techniques are different from real pets. They are not cute and cute cats and dogs, and they will never be loyal to their owners.

Once they have a chance to break through the shackles, they will turn from servile slaves to terrifying avengers. In order to eliminate their resentment of being refined and enslaved, they will inevitably attack their former masters first.

Sure enough, things happened as Beiquan expected, and the servants liberated by him rushed towards Akihiko Yamamoto.

It's a pity that Akihiko Yamamoto's tricks have been exhausted, and when life and death are really at stake, there is no fourth substitute scarecrow who can take the revenge of enslavement on his behalf.

Of course, Beiquan was actually not very satisfied with the result of this disposal.

Although he treated him in his own way and killed Yamamoto Akihiko with his envoys, but now he really has no spare energy to subdue those envoys.

Therefore, Beiquan could only let more than a dozen ominous spirits who had not dissipated their grievances escape, and only waited until later to contact the local Spell Association of Citigroup Texas through other channels and ask them to help clean it up.

——After all, even if you want to clean up the mess, you have to have "later" first.

Beiquan's hand seemed to be unintentionally pressing on his chest, forcibly suppressing the surging blood in his throat.

"But those things ran away..."

Wei Fuyuan pointed in the direction of the door: "Is it really all right?"

"Ah."

Beiquan felt oppressed in his chest, fearing that he would not be able to bear it if he said one more word, so he just nodded and responded in a low voice.

It's a pity that he thought he had good acting skills, but Wei Fuyuan still noticed him.

"Beiquan?"

Wei Fuyuan frowned, reached out and grabbed his arm, his hands were cold, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Almost at the same time Wei Fuyuan met him, Beiquan's patience reached its limit.

He subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands, but his eyes darkened, his knees softened, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, dripping down between his fingers.

"Beiquan!!"

Wei Fuyuan's heartbeat almost stopped in an instant.

He stretched out his hand to support the crumbling Beiquan, and asked anxiously:

"What's wrong with you!? What happened!?"

At this time, although Beiquan tried his best not to faint, his face was as pale as paper, dripping with cold sweat, his whole body seemed to be fished out of ice water, at least two-thirds of his vision was black, and he could only hear the blood flow in his ears The noise of rumbling against eardrums.

Leaning in Wei Fuyuan's arms, he tried to move his lips, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Wei Fuyuan was very anxious and didn't know what to do.

He simply broke his heart, picked up Beiquan, strode to the corner of the room, and put him on the bed.

"Beiquan..."

He bent down and wiped the corner of Beiquan's lips with his hand, his fingertips trembled violently, and even his voice trembled slightly:

"You, what happened to you?"

After spitting out the blood that he had endured for a long time, Beiquan felt the depression in his chest eased a little. He raised his hand and grabbed Wei Fuyuan's trembling fingers.

"No, cough cough...it's nothing..."

Beiquan coughed twice, "Let me slowly..."

Wei Fuyuan pulled the thin blanket at the foot of the bed, patted off the odds and ends that stuck to it, and covered Beiquan's cold body.

"Then, do you want a drink of water?"

In a certain way, Wei Fuyuan, who has an extremely straight brain circuit, can only think of the only thing he can help:

"Shall I get you a glass of hot water?"

Beiquan shook his head, pinched his assistant's fingers, not letting him leave.

So Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to stand by the bed at a loss, and held Beiquan's hand even harder.

He waited for a full 10 minutes.

"All right……"

When he felt that he had recovered, Beiquan sat up from the bed, "I'm... much better now."

Looking at Beiquan's pale lips, and the blood stains on his collar and front, Wei Fuyuan really wanted to push him back:

"Are you sure you don't need to lie down for a while?"

Beiquan shook his head, and slowly got out of bed with Wei Fuyuan's support.

"It's not over yet."

As he said, he reached out to touch the inner pocket of his coat, which contained the medicine for his salary increase:

"'Prisoner God', and the most important ghost, we haven't dealt with it yet..."

While speaking, Beiquan shook his fingers, and the small white jade porcelain bottle fell to the ground and rolled out.