Thriller Night Talk

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an followed Su Lang's sister, went up to the second floor, walked through a corridor, and came to a door.

Sister Su knocked on the door, and a weak female voice came from the room: "Please come in."

Hearing the woman's voice, Jiang Nan'an trembled all over.

Looking at his reaction, Wei Fuyuan knew that it was right to meet the rightful owner this time.

The door opens to a spacious bedroom.

The room is only painted with white walls and white roof, without any decoration, and the furniture is not very delicate and beautiful, let alone a sense of design. Apart from being "new", it looks more like the aesthetic standards of the 90s.

However, the room was neatly tidied up. A man and a woman sat on the edge of the wide two-meter double bed, staring at the door together.

As soon as the door opened, the woman visibly flinched, and after seeing who it was, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jiang Nan..."

The girl turned her eyes to Jiang Nan'an and called him by his nickname.

It's a pity that after only two words, Su Lan's eyes turned red, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Her husband Cai Mingjian quickly hugged her and comforted her in a low voice.

When she was in Fengxing University, Su Lan was a well-known beautiful girl in her class. She loved to talk and laugh, her smile was contagious, and her personality was very lively.

But at this time, Ghost Shadow has been following her for nearly a month. Under the endless mental torture, Su Lang couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep. The wrists and ankles outside the sleeves are so lonely that they can be broken if they are folded.

When she looked up at people, she was ten years older than she was in the photo, with heavy bags under her eyes, dark under eyes, and her face was as pale as paper, as if she had suffered a serious illness and was about to die soon.

Cai Mingjian's situation is not necessarily better.

As long as his wife has been tortured, he has been with him for as long as he has been with him. Now he is also in a state of emaciation, with a haggard face and white hair on both temples. He looks like a depressed middle-aged uncle. The appearance of a social elite who has just passed.

Wei Fuyuan sighed silently.

Rao saw a lot of poor people when dealing with angry ghosts with Beiquan during this period of time. Seeing this couple, Master Wei couldn't help feeling compassionate.

Su Lang is strong enough to insist that she hasn't gone crazy until now, if she doesn't get rid of ghosts or evil ghosts quickly, even if the girl is not killed by an "accident", she will be so anxious and weak that she will be seriously ill.

"Ugh!"

Seeing her younger sister crying again, Sister Su couldn't bear to turn her head away, and gave a random reason:

"I'll go downstairs and watch for a while, you guys have a good chat for a while."

After that, she turned around and closed the door, and went downstairs.

Only Cai and Su were left in the room, as well as Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an, two uninvited guests.

The room fell into an eerie awkwardness.

Su Lang still couldn't control her emotions. Instead, when she saw her ex-boyfriend, the pressure she had pent up for a long time finally found a vent.

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an stood in front of the door, silently waiting for her to finish crying.

While Su Lan was crying, Wei Fuyuan opened the sky eye that he used recently and became more proficient, and carefully scanned the room of the two of them.

In addition to himself, there are three large energy clusters in the room.

Jiang Nan'an's body exuded a bright orange halo, and the outermost layer was almost crimson.

The energies of Cai and Su's husband and wife overlapped together, and although there were differences in color and luster, they both showed a kind of grayish dark yellow, which was a sign of their weak yang qi.

But other than that, Wei Fuyuan didn't find any Yin Qi within the range he could perceive.

——It seems that that "thing" is not by Su Lang's side 24 hours a day.

Wei Fuyuan looked at the wide open curtains and the bright sunlight outside, and thought so.

After a while, Su Lang finally calmed down.

While choking, she wiped her teary and snotty face with a tissue, looking quite embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... I lost my composure..."

Su Lang smiled apologetically at Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an:

"Please, please sit down."

There is a small bar in the corner of the room, and there is a single sofa on the left and right. At least Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an can sit down and talk without having to stand awkwardly.

Jiang Nan'an first pretended to be a classmate, saying that he had heard from someone that Su Lan seemed to have encountered some troubles recently and had returned to his hometown, so he came over to have a look, and then introduced Wei Fuyuan to the two of them, saying that he was a member of the company. The intern here has a good relationship with me, so I dropped by to accompany him this time.

This set of words is full of loopholes, and it can't even stand up to a WeChat verification.

It's just that Su Lan is exhausted and confused at this time, and she doesn't even have the heart to remember whether she has mentioned to XX about returning to her hometown, let alone how her ex-boyfriend has the address of her house.

Hearing that Jiang Nan'an came to visit her specially, Su Lang was very moved, took a deep breath, and sincerely thanked:

"Jiang Nan, thank you..."

A choked sob rolled down her throat:

"You can come...I...I'm glad..."

As he spoke, he seemed about to cry again.

Wei Fuyuan quickly changed the topic:

"By the way, we saw a Taoist priest downstairs just now."

He seemed curious and asked:

"Does your family need something?"

"Oh, let me tell you..."

Cai Mingjian touched his wife's withered and yellow hair distressedly, and thought of a more peaceful statement:

"Xiaolan has been a little unlucky recently and often encounters strange things, so she invited a mage to come to the house to resolve them."

"Xiao Lan, I can..."

When Jiang Nan'an met his ex-girlfriend who never forgot again, he completely entered the love brain mode, and opened his mouth to say "I can help you catch ghosts".

With quick eyes and quick hands, Wei Fuyuan stabbed Jiang Nan'an's waist with his elbow, stopping the second half of the idiot's unspoken sentence.

Jiang Nan'an stopped in time.

Wei Fuyuan stood up, put his sleeves behind his back, and walked around the room slowly, then fixed his eyes on the corner of the bed behind Su Lang, and said, seemingly unintentionally:

"I think it's more than that..."

He didn't speak very loudly, but Su Lan seemed to step on a switch, screamed, jumped up, "whoosh" rushed to the door, and stared at the empty corner of the bed in fear.

Cai Mingjian was angry and distressed, he hurriedly chased and hugged his wife who was trembling with fright, and turned to stare at Wei Fuyuan:

"What do you mean? Why are you scaring my wife?"

At this time, Jiang Nan'an also recovered from the state of being in love, and hastily cooperated with Wei Fuyuan's performance.

Originally, the role of such a magic stick was changed to Beiquan, and 100% won on the spot, but Wei Fuyuan obviously lacked a little persuasiveness, so he could only rely on tacit cooperation to describe it.

"Hey, sorry, sorry!"

Jiang Nan'an raised one hand and made a "sorry" gesture to the angry Cai Mingjian:

"My friend usually talks a little bit in the company, and occasionally talks nonsense."

He turned his head to stare at Wei Fuyuan again:

"Xiaowei, you don't want to scare people like this, you know?"

"I didn't scare her..."

Wei Fuyuan pursed his mouth, tried his best to recall Beiquan's acting skills when he fooled people, and lowered his voice to the point where everyone in the room could just hear him, beeping softly:

"Just now there was a black shadow, the cat was in the corner of the bed..."

"what!!"

Su Lang was almost going crazy with his words. After a scream, her feet softened, and she knelt down on the floor with a "plop".

Cai Mingjian quickly bent down to help her.

At this moment, Su Lan grabbed her husband's skirt and shouted hysterically:

"Look! I'm right! It's a black shadow! There's a black shadow following me! Follow me all the time!"

Before Cai Mingjian could react, Su Lan suddenly jumped up on the spot again, ran to Wei Fuyuan in two steps, and stretched out his hand to grab his lapel.

Wei Fuyuan took a quick step back, and the girl only grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, you saw it too, right!?"

Su Lang grabbed Wei Fuyuan's sleeve with such force that she almost tore off the whole piece of fabric, and asked repeatedly:

"It's a shadow! It's a shadow! It, it's right behind me, isn't it!?"

Wei Fuyuan let out a "huh", covered the girl's bruised hand with one hand, and let her let go of him with two points of ingenuity.

"Miss Su, don't get excited."

Wei Fuyuan smiled at her reassuringly, and lifted the bar to the corner of the bed, "I did catch a glimpse of a dark shadow there just now, but it's gone now."

Su Lan breathed a sigh of relief, while Cai Mingjian showed a complex expression of doubt.

Wei Fuyuan decided to take this opportunity to make a big move.

"By the way, if I'm not mistaken."

He paused, and added the second half of the sentence:

"The thing's eyes were red-gold."

Cai and Su's couple stared wide-eyed together.

"It is! It is right!"

Su Lang yelled loudly, grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm, and turned back to her husband and shouted:

"Really! He can see! He can see as well as I can!"

Cai Mingjian looked at Wei Fuyuan differently.

Although he believed that his wife was indeed entangled by some "thing", he himself couldn't see anything, and could only learn about the appearance of "that thing" from Su Lan.

In the past month, the two have invited five waves of mages, witches, Taoist priests, and monks. After the "investigation" at the door, they said everything, but no one could clearly describe the relationship with his wife. See the same form factor.

And this handsome guy who came to the door for the first time, stayed in the room for less than 10 minutes, not only found the frequent haunt of "that thing" at a glance, but also correctly described its characteristics.

Cai Mingjian didn't know that he had called the hotline of "Thriller Night Talk" unconsciously, and naturally he didn't know that he personally told Wei Fuyuan and the others these details.

"This... this little brother..."

Cai Mingjian pulled Su Lan off Wei Fuyuan's body, pressed him on the sofa and sat down, and when he spoke again, his attitude had completely changed:

"Since you can see...then is there a way you can help us?"