Thriller Night Talk

Wei Fuyuan didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

Anyway, when he woke up, he found himself lying on the corridor, and the indescribable feeling of sharing his body with Beiquan had disappeared.

It's just that he felt as if he had practiced muay thai for two hours and then ran a marathon. Every muscle in his body ached so badly that he could feel the soreness of ribs rubbing against pleura even when he was breathing.

"correct!"

Wei Fuyuan was agitated, and he didn't care about the soreness of his waist and back, so he turned over and sat up, "Where's Beiquan!?"

Soon, he found Beiquan lying in the corner.

Wei Fuyuan lunged forward and turned him over.

Beiquan's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, neither his cheeks nor his lips had a trace of blood, only a thin line of blood fell from the corner of his lips, it was shockingly red.

At this moment, Wei Fuyuan felt like falling into an ice cave, as if his heart couldn't beat anymore.

With trembling hands, he touched Beiquan's carotid artery.

A faint but regular pulse could be felt with the fingertips.

Wei Fuyuan let out a long sigh of relief, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground.

——Thank God, the man is still alive!

"Beiquan!"

Wei Fuyuan reached out and slapped his unconscious boss on the face twice.

Beiquan still closed his eyes, as if he didn't know anything, and didn't even hum.

Wei Fuyuan was at a loss.

He is neither a doctor nor a warlock, and he knows nothing about Beiquan's situation, and he doesn't know what to do at this time.

"Beiquan! Beiquan!"

Wei Fuyuan yelled twice more, and stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's face.

Beiquan tilted his head on his chest, still unresponsive.

Wei Fuyuan broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't care much, and hugged him horizontally.

He found an empty room at the end of this corridor, and quickly carried Beiquan into it, and put him on the bed.

Wei Fuyuan went into the bathroom attached to the room, tore a piece of white cloth covering the furniture as a towel, wet it with cold water, and wiped Beiquan's face.

——If he still doesn’t wake up, send him to the hospital!

Wei Fuyuan wiped away the blood spilled from the corner of Beiquan's lips, and quickly made up his mind.

As for how much trouble it will cause after being sent to the hospital, and how to deal with the aftermath of the dead people in this room and the few living people left, Young Master Wei can't care so much anymore.

Unfortunately, rubbing his face with cold water still failed to wake Beiquan up.

Wei Fuyuan's heart swelled, and he was about to pick him up again.

At this time, his eyes accidentally fell on Beiquan's lips.

The same lips that were too pale to see blood, and the same unconsciousness hanging by a thread, Wei Fuyuan's mind flashed the experience they had in Xuanmen Village two months ago.

——At that time, how did I wake up Beiquan?

Wei Fuyuan asked himself.

--correct……

He lowered his head and moved to Beiquan's lips.

When the four lips overlapped, Wei Fuyuan tasted the unique rust and sweet smell of blood.

Beiquan's lips were soft and cold, but Wei Fuyuan's mind was only filled with the only longing of "you wake up soon", and he had no time to savor it carefully, let alone produce any thoughts.

He supported Beiquan's back of the head with one hand, and pinched the opponent's chin with the other hand, so that Beiquan maintained the posture of opening his mouth, and let the air in with his mouth.

In fact, Wei Fuyuan knew that for a person who still breathes on his own, it is meaningless to give him artificial respiration.

But there is some kind of subtle sixth sense that can't tell whether it should be attributed to intuition or impulsiveness, telling him that this should help Beiquan.

[Use your body to remember how to use the power of merit. 】

At this moment, Wei Fuyuan suddenly remembered what Beiquan had just said to him.

——By the way, use the power of merit!

.fable.At this moment, Wei Fuyuan was in a state of anxiety and his thoughts were chaotic, and he really couldn't think calmly.

But he has experienced the mysterious feeling of the power of merit circulating in the body.

Just like in a martial arts novel, after a martial arts master opened up Ren Du's two veins, his true energy merged, and his blood returned to the meridian, his skill increased greatly. Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had finally mastered how to maintain the balance on the bicycle Balanced beginners, after memorizing the skills with their bodies, do not need to think through their brains at critical moments.

A faint golden light overflowed from Wei Fuyuan's body, and passed to Beiquan from their touching lips, like fine snow falling into a lake, silently blending into his body...

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Beiquan felt that his current state was like a hamster locked in a sealed box, which could vaguely hear the outside sound through the thin box wall, but could not get out at all. The only difference was that maybe It's just that he doesn't have to worry about suffocating himself to death.

——Oh, this time it's troublesome.

Beiquan thought a little dejectedly.

Because the "Prisoner God" was too difficult to deal with, Beiquan had no choice but to use the God's curse.

When this technique does not specify a specific target, there is a certain possibility of failure. If it succeeds, it will invite a certain god, saint or ancestor, or even any existence with powerful spiritual power.

Beiquan didn't want to gamble on whether there was any god willing to travel across the ocean to respond to his spell, so he chose to let Wei Fuyuan summon himself.

Because he is very aware of his special situation, the physical body is a container for him, so even if he is seriously injured now, it will not affect the power of God's Arrival.

However, when Beiquan planned this "Plan A", he deliberately ignored one point, that is, his "container" has been damaged to a certain extent, and it is hard to say whether it can continue to be used after the divine descent is over.

——Well, if Zhu Ling or the salary increase is here, maybe I can think of another way.

——But now, relying solely on Xiaowei, that idiot, wouldn't he be able to do anything?

Beiquan thought sadly:

—— I wonder if the "rescue soldiers" will arrive in time?

——I hope that the idiot will not send me to the hospital before the "rescue" comes...

Just when Beiquan felt troubled and helpless, he suddenly felt a vague and hazy warmth.

He made a "turn back" movement in the dark, and then saw the familiar golden torrent rushing towards him.

That was the power of merit and virtue that belonged to Wei Fuyuan.

Beiquan thought in amazement:

——It's the second time.

The last time Wei Fuyuan transmitted his meritorious power into his body unconsciously, this time, could it be a coincidence again?

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Beiquan opened his eyes, and what he saw was Wei Fuyuan touching the tip of his nose, zoomed in so that only a part of his handsome face could be seen.

There was a wet and warm touch on his lips, it was because his little assistant was still giving him "gas" continuously.

Beiquan wanted to make a sound to get Wei Fuyuan's attention, but at this moment he had just returned to his soul, and he was as if he couldn't even move a finger, let alone speak.

So he could only keep his eyes open, and Ren Wei Fuyuan kissed as much as he wanted.

After 1 minute, Wei Fuyuan finally raised his head.

Then he met Beiquan's eyes directly.

"what!"

He yelled, both surprised and happy, "Beiquan, you finally woke up!"

Beiquan really wanted to give him a smile back, but it's a pity that he can't even control his expression now.

Wei Fuyuan gently wiped off the wet water stains on Beiquan's lips with his thumb.

"How do you feel?"

he asked:

"Is there any discomfort?"

Beiquan forced a smile, his lips parted slightly, and a weak voice rolled in his throat.

Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear clearly, he quickly lowered his head and put his ear to it.

"Wait...wait..."

Beiquan murmured in a breathless voice:

"Wait...our...rescue..."

The last two words are as subtle as a mosquito, but Wei Fuyuan still heard it.

"reinforcement?"

He repeated again uncertainly:

"You mean, Lifesaver? At Citigroup?"

Beiquan nodded lightly.

Fortunately, the two did not wait long.

Just when Wei Fuyuan was still wondering who the legendary "rescue soldier" was, he heard the sound of a bird's wings flapping.

A big blackbird flapped its wings and plunged into the room through the door.

Wei Fuyuan subconsciously made a warning gesture.

The blackbird didn't approach them, but flew around the roof, and then landed on the closet by the wall.

"found it!"

The blackbird opened its sharp beak, and what it uttered was not a bird song, but a clear and distinct voice that belonged to a middle-aged man—it was Mandarin with a southern coastal dialect accent.

"You guys (don't) move, we'll be here soon!"

Wei Fuyuan: "!?"

He stared at the blackbird in shock, then turned to look at Beiquan.

Beiquan gave Wei Fuyuan a comforting smile.

About 2 minutes later, there were multiple footsteps in the corridor, and then six people poured into this small room one after another.

There were men and women, the older one was in his early fifties, and the younger one was only in his twenties. Most of them had Asian faces, and only one had obvious features of Aryan mixed blood.

The leading middle-aged man confirmed to Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan in that mandarin full of dialect:

"From Zhuling's secret realm?"

Bei Quan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't even get up by himself, so Wei Fuyuan answered for him:

"Yes, it's us."

The man didn't ask for tokens from them, he just waved his hand to the people behind him and said something in dialect:

"Do it."

Then two young men stepped forward, skillfully and quickly twisted the sheets into a simple stretcher, and were about to move Beiquan onto it.

"and many more!"

Wei Fuyuan quickly stood in front of his boss:

"Where are you taking him?"

"Keep out of the wind."

The middle-aged man replied:

"We found several corpses just now. Many of them were injured by spells, right? If you can't tell the police clearly, you will get involved in trouble! If you don't do it well, you may not even be able to return to your country. "

The middle-aged man paused, then pointed to Beiquan lying on the bed:

"Besides, he must have suffered a serious injury, right? Come to us, there is a 'doctor' who can take care of him."

Although Wei Fuyuan didn't know the identities of this group of people, as the other party said, what happened in the mansion tonight could not be explained to the Citigroup police at all.

If it is really pursued, it may not be settled in a year or so, and Beiquan still used Dai Baiqian's identity to enter the country. If he is found out, the problem will be serious.

Besides, the people from Beiquan were awake, but Wei Fuyuan had no idea how badly he was injured, and he didn't dare to bet whether his injuries would get better on their own.

After much deliberation, there seemed to be no better choice than to go with this group of people.

"don’t worry."

The middle-aged man added another sentence:

"We will find a way to dispose of those strange corpses so that the police will not find them."

The author has something to say: this case is done!

A new copy will be opened in the next update, hey~