Thriller Night Talk

"Hey?"

Zhang Yiping answered the phone, it was indeed Su Lang's.

"Hey, Pingping!"

Wei Fuyuan heard Su Lan's voice through Zhang Yiping's ear.

The girl's tone was brisk, her voice was crisp, full of joy and vitality, she was totally different from the tired and restless Su Lang they met later.

"Ah."

Zhang Yiping responded in a low voice, with a muffled nasal tone, because she cried a lot after getting the test results, and she hadn't fully recovered yet.

Su Lang noticed something wrong with her best friend:

"What's the matter with you? The voice sounds a bit dull?"

Out of some complicated emotions that Wei Fuyuan couldn't understand, Zhang Yiping didn't tell Su Lang that she was sick.

"I seem to have a bit of a cold, probably because the air conditioner blows too much..."

She naturally changed the subject:

"Xiao Lan, did you call me for something?"

Su Lan was immersed in the happiness of the upcoming wedding, and was easily fooled by Zhang Yiping's remark that she had a cold from blowing too much air conditioner.

"That's right, Pingping, you know I want to have an English wedding, right?"

She said:

"Somethingold, somethingnew, somethingborrowed, somethingblue, now my old, new and blue are ready..."

Su Lan paused, and tentatively asked in a begging tone:

"So, can I ask you to borrow a trinket?"

"..."

Zhang Yiping was silent.

Wei Fuyuan could clearly feel the drastic change in this woman's mood at this moment.

At the same time, Wei Fuyuan heard a voice—not with his ears, but as if someone spoke directly in his mind.

Unlike most people's heart sounds, it was not Zhang Yiping's own voice, but belonged to a strange man.

The voice was low and hoarse, like an old man.

"He" said to Zhang Yiping:

[As long as she dies, you can survive. 】

Normally, people would be horrified to have a stranger talking in their head.

But Zhang Yiping was not afraid.

Wei Fuyuan didn't catch half of the emotion related to "fear" from her emotions.

Her mind seemed to be completely attracted by that voice.

—As long as she dies, you can live.

"...Pingping?"

It seems that because Zhang Yiping has been silent for too long, Su Lan said on the phone:

"Actually, you don't need any expensive accessories! Don't you have a few pairs of earrings? Just lend me a pair."

Zhang Yiping took a deep breath silently, trying to make her voice sound as usual:

"...You mean, you want to ask me to borrow jewelry...to wear at the wedding?"

Su Lan didn't realize the flaw at all, and complained with a smile:

"You really didn't listen to me seriously! That's right, I want to borrow a piece of jewelry from you, enough for my 'borrow'!"

"……it is good."

The tone of Zhang Yiping's answer was very calm. If it wasn't for Wei Fuyuan's sympathy with her, it would be impossible to hear the real emotion in her heart that was like a stormy sea.

"Then I'll come to you tomorrow with something."

"Hey?"

Su Lang was shocked: "Will this be too much trouble for you? Otherwise, I'll come and find you!"

Zhang Yiping raised her lips and smiled, "No trouble, I just happened to be on my way to get off work."

Through her eyes, Wei Fuyuan saw a cold smile on the woman's face in the mirror.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yiping was extremely calm.

She first took out the jewelry box containing the bracelet from the drawer, then unfolded the letter paper and carefully read the contents three times.

Then Zhang Yiping sent a message in the company's WeChat group, saying that she was going to resign and would not come to work tomorrow.

Then she no longer cared about how the manager jumped, and directly withdrew from the group, dragging all her colleagues into the blacklist.

After finishing all this, she opened the jewelry box, carefully took out the golden silk auspicious cloud pattern east bead bracelet, then took out the nail clippers, cut the skin of the index finger of her left hand, and smeared her own blood on the pearl.

As soon as the bright red blood bead touched the pearl, it disappeared suddenly.

It was as if a drop of blood was sucked in by the smooth Dongzhu.

Zhang Yiping looked at this abnormal phenomenon, instead of feeling scared, she laughed again.

"Haha...hahaha..."

She smiled and put the bracelet on her left wrist.

"As long as she dies...as long as she dies..."

Zhang Yiping murmured and repeated this sentence:

"As long as she dies..."

【Yes. 】

The deep male voice spoke again:

【As long as she dies, you can live...】

…………

……

Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes, facing Beiquan's smiling gaze.

"Beiquan!"

He turned over and sat up, "I know where the angry ghost is!"

Wei Fuyuan turned his head abruptly, looked at Zhang Yiping who was lying unconscious on the bed, and pointed at her, "The ghost is on her body!"

Beiquan also stood up, and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "You're right."

In his heavenly eyes, he clearly "saw" two groups of halos.

Zhang Yiping was seriously ill, and her yang energy was far weaker than that of healthy people.Therefore, in Beiquan's perception, her "Qi" was a dull yellowish color, and the center of her brows was still vaguely covered with a layer of blue gray that is unique to people who are dying.

And behind the girl, there was another cloud of black energy, which was the evil ghost they had been unable to find.

Beiquan flipped his wrist, and it turned into an all-encompassing Vientiane pen.

"Okay, let's seal it first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

&&&&&&&&&

About 10 minutes later, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan came out of Zhang Yiping's room.

There was no one in the corridor, and no one cared that they had been in and out of Zhang Yiping's room.

Beiquan just put the angry ghost attached to Zhang Yiping into the Mishen Banner, and then returned the gold bracelet to her.

Wei Fuyuan turned his head and glanced at the low-rent house behind him:

"Is that all right? Leave her alone?"

"Do you think you are Bao Gong, who judges Yang every day and Yin at night?"

Beiquan smiled and glanced at Wei Fuyuan:

"Our job is only to find and seal the angry ghosts. As for the grievances and entanglements between living people, let them solve them themselves."

Wei Fuyuan nodded depressedly.

Although he felt a little reconciled to letting the culprit go like this, but as Beiquan said, first of all, they are not law enforcement officers, whether they are harming or killing, they can't go beyond the law and do what they want to do with each other.

What's more, there is no law that can control Zhang Yiping's "exchanging lives" with Su Lan with a gold bracelet, and this kind of weird and strange thing, even social conscience or public opinion can do nothing, except to make the victim dumb There seems to be no other way to eat Coptis chinensis except to feel aggrieved.

Wei Fuyuan is just at the age of youthful vigor and vigor. It's not that he didn't think about punishing these guys who use magic to harm people like the justice messengers in superhero movies.But he knew Beiquan's character, so he didn't even dare to mention it.

But he changed his mind and felt a little relieved.

Zhang Yiping's life-changing was not successful, and the gold bracelet has expired. She is still a poor person who is terminally ill and will not live long.

Poor people must have something to hate, and this is her retribution.

At this moment, Wei Fuyuan's cell phone rang, and it was Jiang Nan'an who called.

Wei Fuyuan handed the phone to Beiquan.

On the phone, Jiang Nan'an began to report on the situation on his side.

He told Beiquan that Su Lan's hand has been taken care of, and her husband Cai Mingjian's injury is also very stable. If there is no accident, he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

The Su family also donated a whole 30 incense money to the Moon Girl Temple on Yueling Mountain, which was used to repair the side hall in the backyard and reshape the golden statues of the boy and girl.

"very good."

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"Since the matter has been dealt with, you should return to Fengxing as soon as possible."

"As soon as possible? It's only Sunday, so it's too early for Thursday night, right?"

Jiang Nan'an on the other end of the phone decisively captured the key words in Beiquan's words:

"Beiquan, do you have other arrangements?"

"Yes, because I want you to come back and take care of 'Santuchuan'."

Beiquan turned to look at Wei Fuyuan, smiled at him, and replied:

"Xiaowei and I have to go somewhere else."

The author has something to say: This case is settled!

A new dungeon will be opened in the next update, Beiquan is going to take Xiaowei back to her mother's house to meet the master~