Thriller Night Talk

Beiquan's movements were extremely fast, and he almost left the room in a flash.

Wei Fuyuan was startled, and quickly chased after him.

He just poked his head out of the door, and before he had time to lift his legs, he saw a scene that shocked him so much.

In the narrow corridor, a little snow-white fox was running like crazy, the fur all over his body exploded.

And behind Suying, there is actually a scarecrow chasing after her!

Yes, that's a scarecrow.

Wei Fuyuan passed a lot of farmland on the way from the airport to the manor, and there were many scarecrows erected in the fields.

Each scarecrow is the height of an adult, roughly sewn out of old clothes, straw and rags, and then set up with two sticks tied in the shape of a cross to poke in the field. It is so fake that even crows and sparrows Will not be fooled.

But how could there be such a flexible and fast scarecrow in the world!

The scarecrow strode forward with two long, thin legs, reaching nearly two meters in one stride. At the same time, he stretched forward with one hand, and was about to grab Suying.

Beiquan reached into his bosom, clasped something with his fingertips, turned it over and tossed it, and a golden light flew out and shot towards the scarecrow.

In a hurry, Beiquan didn't have so many magic weapons, so what he threw out was an ancient coin tied with a red string.

It is a genuine Yongle Tongbao, which has almost disappeared in the antique circulation market. It gathers prosperity in the country and inherits the peaceful atmosphere. amazing.

Sure enough, when the little copper coin hit the scarecrow, it was like a sharp knife, and most of it fell into the scarecrow's chest with a "poof".

The scarecrow staggered and fell to the ground on one leg.

Suying took the opportunity to leap forward, jumped half a meter high, and rushed into the room like lightning.

And Beiquan flipped his wrist, and turned out the omnipotent pen. At the same time, he cut his palm, and using blood as a medium, he quickly wrote two simple spells.

"go with!"

A red light hit the scarecrow's forehead, and the next second, flames shot up into the sky, enveloping the scarecrow.

The straw man can't cry, but judging from its struggling movements, it seems to be in great pain.

The burning straw man took two sloppy steps, then suddenly fell to one side, and with a "bang", it hit an oil painting hanging on the wall, knocking down the entire frame.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the scarecrow, who was originally nearly two meters tall, disappeared without a trace in front of the two of them.

Wei Fuyuan: "What, what's going on?"

He sniffed, but he could still smell the burning smell of straw in the air, "What about the scarecrow?"

"Here it is."

Beiquan walked quickly to the frame, bent down and picked up something.

But just when he was about to show Wei Fuyuan what he picked up, the door opposite their room opened, and Juan poked his head out:

"What happened?"

The thin but beautiful Hispanic youth looked surprised:

"I seem to hear the sound of something heavy falling, what are you doing?"

Beiquan smiled:

"It's okay, we accidentally knocked over this painting when we were out for a walk."

He pointed to the broken picture frame on the ground, and showed the bloodstains on the palm of his hand again:

"I accidentally scratched my hand."

"oops!"

Juan exclaimed in a low voice, and stepped forward a few steps, as if he wanted to see the wound on Beiquan's palm, "Does it matter? Let me call the housekeeper for you?"

"Need not."

Beiquan shook his head with a smile, "The wound is very shallow, and we brought some medicine ourselves."

"Oh."

Juan responded without insisting.

He looked at the deformed oil painting on the ground, and shook his head distressedly:

"I don't know how much this painting is worth. I heard that all the paintings hung here are authentic works of the master! It's such a pity that it was broken like this!"

Juan turned his eyes, and then laughed again:

"However, what about a billion inheritance, a painting is nothing, right?"

After saying this, Juan complained a few more casually about why it smelled burnt, whether something was burnt, and after he reminded people to clean up the broken paintings and glass shards all over the floor, He turned and went back to his room.

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"What happened just now?"

As soon as the door was closed, Wei Fuyuan walked quickly to Beiquan's side, impatiently asking:

"Why is there a scarecrow popping up all of a sudden?"

Beiquan spread out his hands and let Wei Fuyuan look at the things he had saved in his hands.

It was a charred straw man.

It was only half the length of a palm, and its surface had been charred, but Wei Fuyuan could tell that it was exactly the same as the big guy chasing Su Ying just now, no matter in terms of proportion or workmanship.

Moreover, an ancient coin was firmly embedded in the chest of this little straw man.

Beiquan put the straw man on the coffee table:

"It's a spell doll."

Wei Fuyuan raised one eyebrow:

"Why did this kind of thing suddenly appear here?!"

"Of course someone controls it."

Beiquan pulled out the ancient coin from the grass man, wiped it with a handkerchief, and put it back into his arms.

"In this big house, apart from me, there is at least one person who is good at magic."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He was even more shocked.

"Then what is this straw man used for?"

Beiquan went to appease the frightened little fox, and explained: "It depends on what the owner wants it to do, and it can do whatever it wants."

He laughed:

"It's as small as scouting the way, sending messages, and gathering intelligence, as big as killing people and stealing goods, as long as the master's ability is strong enough."

With that said, Beiquan raised his chin towards the straw man on the table:

"This one can only drive Suying to the point where he has no power to fight back. It's quite powerful. If it were an ordinary person, he would surely die if he encountered it."

Wei Fuyuan: "Then who is its owner? How did it follow Suying?"

"It's not certain yet."

Beiquan answered honestly:

"However, since the grass man and Su Ying met, the other party must have noticed our existence."

As he spoke, he frowned, as if talking to himself:

"It seems that things are really troublesome..."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

In fact, there is no need for Beiquan to explain, Master Wei also knows that things are getting more and more complicated.

At first, he thought that when he came to Citigroup, he only needed to find the evil ghost hidden in someone, but just now, Bei Quan told him that there was some kind of "prisoner god" in this mansion who was similar to raising little ghosts, and before he could ask about the so-called What the hell is "Prisoner God", Beiquan ran to fight with a scarecrow, and then told him that there is at least one magician in this place, who is strong enough to send a little straw man to do murderous deeds Come.

"Then what should we do now?"

He sat up straight and asked solemnly:

"What can I do for you."

Hearing this, Beiquan stopped wiping the blood from the wound, turned his head, stared at Wei Fuyuan's face, and looked carefully for a moment.

"I really need your help."

Beiquan turned his head to look at the desk clock on the dressing table, and changed the subject:

"The housekeeper is about to come to collect the dishes. Take advantage of this time and take a shower first."

Then, he paused:

"Then, don't put on any clothes, and wait for me on the bed naked."

Wei Fuyuan: "What, what??"

He suspected that he was hallucinating.

You must know that Wei Fuyuan was a straight-up gay who recognized his sexuality in middle school. Hearing Beiquan make such a straightforward request full of ambiguity everywhere, it is really hard not to be wrong.

His face turned red, and he almost jumped up:

"You, you, what do you want to do??"

Beiquan: "Why are you so excited?"

He pointed at the suitcase and said something even more convincing:

"Go ahead, let's start early and make it quick."

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Wei Fuyuan was driven into the bathroom by Beiquan involuntarily, feeling overwhelmed and uneasy.

Rationally, he believed that Beiquan should have no other intentions, but he still couldn't control his brain power like a wild horse running wild, and the more he thought about it, the more crooked he became.

- That's my boss!That's my boss!

In order to calm himself down as soon as possible, Young Master Wei turned the shower head to cold water, turned it on to the maximum, and splashed it on his forehead.

But it didn't work.

The more Wei Fuyuan tried to calm himself down, the more excited a certain key part became.

He was angry and annoyed, and very wronged, but there was nothing he could do.

So the poor Young Master Wei had to rely on his own efforts, tossing and tossing in the bathroom for a full half an hour before he came out wilted, as wilted as a dehydrated bean sprouts.

But something more exciting is still waiting for him.

When Wei Fuyuan walked out of the bathroom, he saw Beiquan sitting cross-legged on the large bed, looking at him with a smile.

"I said you don't need to wear clothes."

Beiquan pat mattress:

"Come here, lie here."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

Of course, he couldn't listen to Beiquan's words and run around the room without wearing anything, especially after he just had undue thoughts.

So Wei Fuyuan now wears everything from T-shirts to knee-length pajama pants, which is even tighter than when he lived in "Santuchuan".

But obviously, Beiquan disliked him wearing too much.

"Take off your shirt and lie on the bed with your back to me."

While talking, he melted out the Qingguang Vientiane Pen, and at the same time cut his wrist, letting his own blood soak the pen tip.

"Cross your hands under your chin, don't move when you're asleep, you know?"

When Wei Fuyuan saw Beiquan showing his natal magic weapon, most of the messy thoughts in his mind were put away immediately, and he quickly lay down according to the other party's request.

Immediately afterwards, he shivered all over, and felt a strange touch on his back.

It was the feeling of soft hair brushing against the skin, and the strokes were slow and delicate, as if he was drawing some complicated and cumbersome pattern.

It stands to reason that if someone writes and draws on your back with a brush, it will definitely be the same as a punishment, and it will be so itchy that you will break down.

But when Beiquan's brush fell on his skin, rather than itching, what Wei Fuyuan felt first was a kind of indescribable stimulation like a weak electric current slipping through. feel.

"Well--"

Wei Fuyuan bit his lip hard, resisting the moan that was about to overflow, subconsciously tightened his shoulders.

"I told you not to move!"

Beiquan pressed his assistant's shoulder with his left hand:

"If you make a mistake, it will be a waste of effort."

He added in his mind: I absolutely don't have the strength to write it again.

Wei Fuyuan immediately buried his face in his palms, not daring to move anymore.

Beiquan smiled:

"Next, I want to explain to you, what is 'Prisoner God'."