Thriller Night Talk

It wasn't until he got close that Wei Fuyuan was sure that this locust tree was bigger than he imagined.

The trunk of the locust tree alone is enough for ten people to barely embrace it, and the branches are more luxuriant like a cover, so dense that almost no light can penetrate.

Wei Fuyuan couldn't help reaching out and touching the leaves of the locust tree.

Soft and pliable, with distinct veins, no different from the touch of real leaves.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Young Master Wei to imagine that such a huge, living locust tree could grow in the city of the undead, where everything is made of paper in the dark underworld. .

"Don't be surprised, there are also plants growing in Huangquan Difu."

There was no one around, so Beiquan no longer deliberately lowered his voice.

He smiled and explained to Wei Fuyuan:

"If you go further, you can still see a large area of ​​Bianhua on the bank of the Santu River, which is very spectacular."

Wei Fuyuan forced a smile.

He said in his heart that the only ones who could see the real Santuchuan flower sea, except Beiquan who possessed secret skills, were probably the only ones who were dead.

"Come here."

Beiquan pulled Wei Fuyuan and walked around the tree trunk for half a circle.

Only then did Wei Fuyuan discover that there was a simple cabin behind the locust tree.

The hut looks very old, there is no plaque on the old and deformed lintel, and the red paint on the door panel is almost peeled off, hanging on the door frame indelibly, it feels like the whole door can be pulled with a little effort down.

Most importantly, this hut is the same as the pagoda tree. It is not made of paper, but is made of genuine wood. The joints are still the mortise and tenon structure that is hard to see now!

"Sure enough, it's still here."

Beiquan smiled, raised his hand and knocked twice on the crumbling wooden door.

"Come in."

An old voice answered.

Beiquan stretched out his hand and opened the door, leading Wei Fuyuan into the hut.

The light in the room is very dim, so dark that you can barely see things, and you won't bump your head against the wall.

The wooden house is not very big, and it is full of miscellaneous shelves with different heights and layers. Each shelf is filled with large and small boxes. At first glance, it looks like a storage room that has not been cleared for a long time. room.

In the deepest part of the room, in the darkest place, there is a person standing vaguely.

Wei Fuyuan squinted his eyes and tried hard to identify the other party for a long time, but he still couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly.

However, judging from the distance between the top of the man's head and the roof beams, the man was at least a head taller than himself.

You must know that Wei Fuyuan is already a big man with a height of 180 cm, which is a whole head taller than him, so it must be at least two meters high!

Thinking of this, Young Master Wei frowned deeply.

But what he heard just now was clearly the voice of an old woman! —Which old lady can grow to a height of two meters!

Just when Wei Fuyuan couldn't help wondering whether he heard it wrong just now, the person in the room spoke again.

"Beiquan, I'll count on you coming today."

The voice was dry, hoarse and tired, as if it had been sanded.

It was indeed the voice of an old woman.

Beiquan smiled slightly, "Grandma, I'm sorry to disturb you old man..."

"Come on, don't be polite."

The other party interrupted Beiquan's greetings, "You are a dead person, don't stay in the underworld for too long, be careful not to get out."

The figure against the light seemed to make a gesture of waving away customers.

"Who are you looking for, tell me quickly."

The other party spoke so bluntly, and Beiquan stopped being polite to "Him".

Beiquan took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, with a string of birthday characters written on it.

Then he took out another brocade box, "This is a thank you gift."

After speaking, he left the brocade box and the yellow paper on a low table near the door, said "Farewell", and led Wei Fuyuan out of the hut.

"what?"

Seeing Beiquan close the door, Wei Fuyuan showed surprise, "Is this the end?"

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"Don't worry, just wait."

Sure enough, a moment later, the window opened a palm-sized slit, and a "hand" stuck out from the slit, with a piece of paper between its fingers.

Wei Fuyuan gasped.

He saw a "hand" with black skin, skinny and skinny.

If that hand was only extremely thin, how could the well-informed Young Master Wei, who had experienced many things, not be so shocked.

What made him feel horrified was that the five fingers of that hand had one more knuckle than a normal hand, and with the long and curved nails, the visual effect was at least doubled, as if it only appeared in science fiction. The claws of alien creatures in the film.

"The person you are looking for is here."

The hand put down the note and retracted again.

Before closing the window, the second half of the old woman's words floated out faintly, "Fortunately, 'it' is still in the city."

Beiquan thanked him politely, took the note left by his withered hand, opened it and took a look.

"Indeed, we were lucky."

Beiquan folded the note with a smile, put it in his pocket, and lowered his head to check the time.

"'It' lives not far from us, just in time for a round trip."

Wei Fuyuan originally wanted to ask a lot of questions, but when Beiquan mentioned "time", he immediately remembered the "one hour" deadline that Jiang Nan'an told them before departure.

He didn't have anything to use to time the time, and he couldn't correctly perceive the passage of time in such a dark underworld, so Wei Fuyuan didn't know how much time was left, so he couldn't help feeling anxious.

He didn't bother to ask Beiquan about all the strange things he had seen before, and only urged with all his heart: "Let's go!"

Beiquan grabbed his little boyfriend's hand again, and shook it reassuringly, "Don't worry, there's still time."

Then he exhorted:

"It's just that after leaving the range of this locust tree, remember not to speak."

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Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan through the streets and alleys again according to the address he had just obtained from "Grandma", and soon came to another area of ​​Paper City.

Wei Fuyuan commented not long ago that this city is as chaotic as the Kowloon Walled City, but when he saw the buildings that appeared in front of him at this moment, he realized that his previous complaints were premature.

It was a tall building made of paper that was twisted beyond description.

Perhaps it is more accurate to say that it is made up of many broken pieces of paper patched together and glued together, which can barely be regarded as a "building".

Because the size and size of the paper bundles that splice it are different, so that it hardly has the same length, width and height as the two adjacent walls.But it has to be superimposed layer by layer, making the whole building look like a deformed tower, crooked, as if it is about to collapse at any time.

Such a strange "building" stands abruptly among the large low two- and three-story buildings around it. It is so conspicuous that it can be seen clearly even if it is separated by several blocks.

Beiquan stopped in front of the building to signal their arrival.

Wei Fuyuan thought to himself, the "Grandmother" who only heard her voice but never saw her just now is most likely an information dealer in the underworld, otherwise how could she find a lonely ghost in such a big ghost town, and still be able to find her? Correct where does it live?

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan grabbed Beiquan's hand, drew a question mark on the other's palm, and pointed in the direction of the house, meaning "how do we get in?"

Beiquan mouthed "Follow me closely" to him.

Then he held Wei Fuyuan's hand firmly and jumped forward.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

He saw himself being "dragged" by Bei Quan, like an astronaut in a sci-fi movie, breaking away from gravity, jumping two stories high in one leap.

Then the two of them landed lightly on a half-torn balcony, borrowed some strength, jumped up again, and landed on the window sill of a house two floors higher.

After doing this several times, Wei Fuyuan found that they had reached a height of more than 20 floors, and they were standing in front of a crooked paper window.

Beiquan stretched out his hand and pushed on the window.

With a "stab", the "glass" pasted with gold paper split in two.

Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan into the breach.

This house is narrow and dark, only about ten square meters by visual inspection, the floor is skewed to the left, and the ceiling is tilted to the top. The whole room has an inexplicable sense of post-modern deconstruction space design.

There is very little furniture in the room, only a 60s-style cardboard bed, a dilapidated desk, a lame chair, and a closet with a door missing.

A man is sitting at a desk, studying something.

Startled by the sound of the window "glass" being torn, he jumped up abruptly and turned over the lame chair, but the paper product didn't make much noise when it fell to the ground, only an almost inaudible thud ,"Snapped".

The man stared at the two intruders in shock, and opened his mouth as if to speak, but Beiquan shot a spell without saying a word, and turned him over on the paper bed.

"Stop him, don't let him yell."

Beiquan whispered an order in Wei Fuyuan's ear.

Wei Fuyuan immediately followed suit.

Like a competent thug, he leapt up to the man in two steps, used grappling skills, and restrained him from behind, pressing his elbow on the man's Adam's apple in a "V" shape, so that the man could only stretch his neck desperately , Let alone shouting, I can't even hum.

While Wei Fuyuan was torturing the ghost, Beiquan took out the Qingguang Vientiane Pen and quickly drew an embedded spell.

This is also one of his own little tricks, which can achieve the double effect of isolating all sounds and breaths in a certain space at the same time.

After the spell was completed, Beiquan slapped it against the wall.

Immediately, the spell spread out like ripples, spreading along the sloping walls, floors, and ceilings until it "swallowed" the entire room.

"Okay, you can let him go."

Beiquan spoke to Wei Fuyuan in a normal voice.

Wei Fuyuan let go.

The man covered his throat, leaned over on the paper bed, and stared at the two of them with fearful and helpless eyes.

"Zhu Hongluo."

Beiquan called out the other party's name.